Pastor Bai's Journey to Another World

This information was sorted out along with the church's intelligence network, and an astonishing guess was concluded.

The blue dragon near Taosha City is avoiding the arrival of another blue dragon.

"The Poor Maker," Laplace.

Facing this notorious giant dragon, the priests of Liujin Church must deal with it cautiously.

Because the destructive power of this adult dragon cannot be measured simply by force.

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There was a knock on the door of the reception room of the Black Sand Mercenary Company.

"Please come in."

Weiwei, who was sitting on the sofa, responded softly to the knock on the door.

Rahaman, a young priest in gorgeous costumes, pushed the door in. He first smiled at Weiwei, and then bowed to Weiwei as he expressed his greetings in the desert.

Weiwei stood up and returned the greeting: "Good afternoon, Priest Rahaman, I hope our company's reception did not disappoint you."

Priest Rahaman smiled, and gently closed the door of the reception room, "The enthusiasm is impressive, I can see hope for life in their eyes, it's hard to imagine that they were still as helpless as puppets a few days ago Slave of God, I have to say, if the merchants in the entire Taosha City treat their employees like you, they don't need to bother to improve the work efficiency of their employees."

Weiwei smiled, and beckoned Rahaman to take a seat, "If they were really willing to do this, I'm afraid they wouldn't have bothered to make the employees bear the debt contract."

"It is true, but if employees know how to work hard and struggle, of course they will not easily become debt slaves."

Rahaman shook his head, with a pitiful expression, and sighed as if feeling sorry for others, he flicked his gorgeous burqa and sat opposite Vivi, "Miss Dior, they should know how to be grateful. In the case of debt, well-meaning businessmen are still willing to let them use their work to repay the debt instead of going to jail directly, you know, going to prison is tantamount to being sold to ogres at any time."

Weiwei was very surprised when she heard the words, she raised her eyebrows and said in doubt: "I remember that only death row prisoners will be sold to ogres, I hope I didn't remember wrongly."

"Of course you remember correctly. This is usually the case, but Taosha City's laws are not so strict that petty theft is punishable by death."

"Sometimes there are not so many death row inmates, and the self-financed prison has to find a way to solve it. At this time, the criminals have to pay for their unruly behavior... Oh, and now the ogre tribe is not willing to do business as usual Well, that's a pity."

Priest Rahaman talked about this cannibal business calmly, and Weiwei couldn't help feeling sick.

The business of cannibalism is sinful no matter how it is glossed over, and should not be justified, no matter how profitable it may be.

Weiwei thought in her heart, and quietly drew a line with Priest Rahaman.

"Let's not talk about this."

Priest Rahaman smiled and ended the topic.

He could read the discomfort from Weiwei's micro-expression, and as a former commercial spy, he was very good at observing words and expressions.

He looked at Weiwei and asked, "I don't know if you've heard of 'Poor Ghost Maker'."

Weiwei raised her eyebrows: "I remember that it is an adult blue dragon who is very good at using finance to cause destruction."

Rahaman nodded and continued: "Recently, there are no more sightings of blue dragons in the area around Taosha City. According to our spies' reports, these blue dragons have moved out of this area."

"This is not an isolated case. Those blue dragons belong to the same community, including two adult blue dragons and three young blue dragons, and now they have all moved away. According to our intelligence network, they are collectively avoiding the 'poor ghost maker' Laplace."

"The Maker of Poor Ghosts" Laplace is not as well-known in the Sinai Desert as "Green Thunder Calamity", perhaps this has something to do with his deliberately low-key.

This dragon is keen to make deals with all kinds of intelligent creatures, whether it is goblins, humans, or even devils from hell.

This dragon has a keen financial sense, can always find the industry in the limelight and invest generously.

However, judging from the bankruptcy of companies engaged in these industries, this does not seem to be a good thing.

It is rare for someone to refuse a huge amount of investment, and Laplace often does not publicly disclose his dragon identity. He will spare no effort to package himself as a generous and well-intentioned investor, and at the same time send a large number of agents people to serve him.

Weiwei tentatively asked: "So, you came to me because you wanted to hire mercenaries from the Black Sand Mercenary Company to attack Laplace?"

Priest Haraman smiled and waved his hands: "You misunderstood, since we are here to do business, it should naturally be resolved in a more peaceful way, and the goddess would not want to see us reject potential business partners because of racial barriers. "

"Besides, Taosha City is capable of fighting an adult dragon and his army. However, war is not the best choice when the forces are evenly matched."

"Miss Dior, I hope you will stand by our side."

Priest Haramain looked at Weiwei seriously:

"Laplace will definitely not use his dragon identity to do business with us swaggeringly. He knows that no one will trust him. At that time, he will definitely pretend to be himself. I hope that before Laplace retreats , you can firmly accept the command of the church."

Seeing Weiwei's strange expression, Priest Haramain quickly changed his words and explained:

"This is not to manipulate you, but I hope that you can seriously consider the suggestions made by the church, so as not to be used by Laplace and end up in bankruptcy."

"The church's suggestion has always been very good, and I will consider it."

Seeing that Weiwei didn't agree immediately, Haramain was taken aback for a while, and smiled gently after a while.

"It seems that Miss Dior doesn't trust us, but it doesn't matter, you will understand that Liujin Church is always a friend of merchants, and it is impossible for us to do things to harm merchants when we gather together under the goddess's command."

But you who are also businessmen can completely interpret deliberate entrapment as commercial competition. Don’t think that I don’t know the black material of your church.

Weiwei complained silently in her heart. In fact, her failure to agree was not out of distrust of Liujin Church.

It's just that she has a better choice, and there is no need to agree to it at the risk of the church interfering with the industry.

After all, there is a dragon with the name of natural disaster beside him.

What is Laplace, whose name deserves to be written in a foreign geography book?Not worthy?

Then climb.

The Lord of Dawn said that Qinglei Calamity likes children, and Weiwei didn't want to sacrifice her color because her brain was trapped by the door.

It's not because I'm lustful, it's a necessary sacrifice (

At that time, I deliberately pretended to be aggrieved and whimpered in front of Sister Dai'er and said, "Hey, it's too bad for Laplace to lie to me for money."

Well, when the time comes, please ask this poor ghost maker to ask for his own blessing.

After chatting for a while, Priest Al-Haraman got up to say goodbye.

"Miss Dior, please think carefully, the church will always be a loyal partner of merchants."

"I will."

"Goodbye."

Priest Haramain shook his head and left helplessly, his evaluation of Weiwei dropped a bit in his heart.

So cocky, you don't understand Laplace's horror at all.

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Chapter 202 Chapter 197 Laplace's Goal

Rumble.

A thunderous sound resounded in the desert.

The nomads who migrated with their families on the sand dunes kept reassuring the sheep around them, but even they had expressions of despair on their faces.

This should have been a safe route.

In the plan, there will be no ogres, no blue dragons, no bandits, no desert worms on this route.

In the plan, there should be no sandstorms.

However, at this moment, not far from them, the high dust that covered the sky and the sun was rushing towards them.

Like death roaring.

"Sandstorm!"

Facing the sudden sandstorm, they grabbed the people around them and quickly tied each other's waists with ropes.

"Wow!"

In an instant, the sand and dust had already covered the surface, and the sand and gravel mixed with the hot wind hit the face, making it difficult to breathe.

"Hurry up, everyone! Don't move around!"

The ground was constantly shaking, as if a huge monster was passing by.

The huge shadow quickly covered the nomads, and they were doing their best just to maintain their position in the sandstorm, so there was no time to observe the owner of the shadow.

Just as a chocobo burying its head in the sand does not make the danger itself disappear, the nomads did not see the shadow in the sandstorm, but the appearance of this shadow has heralded the beginning of the nomads' unfortunate fate.

Out of the sandstorm, heavily armed figures quickly appeared and walked towards the nomads.They are like jackals walking upright, relying on their strong physique to walk through the sandstorm with their mouths and noses covered.

The nomads, who couldn't even open their eyes, obviously couldn't detect the approaching danger, and when the screams of the people pierced through the flying sand and reached their ears, it was already too late.

Facing the wind and sand, they opened their eyes in horror and difficulty, only to see that the wolf man who was rushing towards him brutally cut off the rope connecting them with each other, and held them firmly in his hands before they were blown away by the sandstorm.

Rumble!

Amidst the deafening sound and the continuously rising sandstorm, a majestic huge sandcastle was heading straight for its destination at a constant speed.

A blue dragon is crawling in the room on the top of the sandcastle, looking down at the giant crystal ball in front of him, like a king sitting on a driving car patrolling his territory, the blue dragon casts aloof gazes.

He enjoyed admiring the frightened expressions of the nomads in the crystal ball paintings who were constantly being captured by the Wolf man's family.

"Boss, this is the list of merchants who have recently participated in the trade in Taosha City compiled by the spies sent out in advance. Some of them are merchants who are resident in Taosha City. They have already marked it. They are basically closely related to Liujin Church. At the same time, although other merchants also believe in religion, they only come to Taosha City to make a fortune after all, so they can fight for it."

The bald devil at the side presented the roster respectfully to the prostrate dragon in front of him. The dragon stretched out his thick claws, picked up the roster deftly, and flipped through it.

The superb memory of dragons made it unnecessary for him to read carefully. This act of casually flipping through in the eyes of others has actually memorized the above content in sevens and eighties.

Laplace's blue eyes locked onto a name.

"What's the matter with this Dior Brando? It's strange that he suddenly became rich without any foundation."

The devil replied respectfully: "I remember her, this young rich man is young but has a huge amount of wealth. Obviously, for humans at this age, they are generally little devils playing with mud."

Then the devil added:

"Many people in Taosha City think that she is blessed by the gods."

The giant dragon grinned grimly, but he had already found his first target: "It does look like I got the guidance of the gods, but this luck is over, and she is the only one."

The devil promptly reminded: "Boss, isn't this too risky, in case she gets another reminder from the gods..."

The dragon snorted coldly and interrupted disdainfully:

"When did God's favor become so cheap?"

"Unless she can communicate with the gods all the time, the existence that may do this kind of thing is either a high-ranking priest or a saint, a holy son of the church. What kind of stuff is this Dior?"

"Porrodia, tell me, from the eyes of the devil, do you think this Dior is such a character?"

Facing the dragon's question, the devil Borodia thought about it carefully and then replied: "Everyone can be favored once in their life, boss, I need more information."

"Okay, then this task will be entrusted to you." Laplace grinned grinningly, and borrowed the slope to get off the donkey.

Borodia scolded the dragon secretly when she heard the words, but said respectfully on the surface:

"Okay, let me test this Dior."

"Go now, I'll wait for your news."

Huge and majestic sandcastles continue to set off dust and go away.

When everything around them calmed down, neither the sheep nor the nomads disappeared.

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wow!

Weiwei suddenly stood up straight from the bathtub. She didn't use her hands to support her. The strength she can exert now has already exceeded her own body weight.

She stepped out, spilling drops of water.

call.

Weiwei exhaled heavily, stretched her body while standing beside the bathtub, with a soft towel under her feet to slowly absorb the water dripping from her body.She lowered her head to look at her abdomen, and with a little force, she saw the lines of the muscles clearly outlined.

After coming to the desert, Weiwei still did not forget to train, and the rewards of hard work are obvious.

However, some places are getting bigger...

Weiwei frowned in distress, the growth rate of this body was indeed a bit faster, it was almost like taking hormones.

She took the towel hanging on the wall and began to wipe her body.