Chapter 621 Smiling, Why Don’t You Laugh?

"Deacon Sarko, you don't want to disappoint the Ram Protector, do you?"

As soon as these words came out, Sarco stopped, turned around suddenly, and said anxiously to Morgan:

"You make the point plainer. What does this matter have to do with Lord Ram?"

"No! How did you know Lord Ram?"

Before Morgan could answer, Zane sneered:

"Ha, who doesn't know that the news channels of the merchants' meeting are almost all over the entire kingdom. Those merchants who travel around the world are born spies."

"Not to mention that Shanghuhui has been doing business with your Shadow Church. Even the underground black market you are hiding in is Shanghuhui. It would be strange if they don't know the information of Shadow Church!"

"Who do you think the information about Shadow Church on the black market is selling? Except for their commerce meetings, who is willing to provoke you lunatics!"

When Sarco heard this, he was stunned for a moment, then glared at Morgan fiercely and said:

"I said why are those intelligence dealers not afraid of my threat? It turns out that you are supporting them!"

"Old thing! Who gives you the courage to sell the intelligence of our Shadow Church!"

"Cough cough!" The man in the black robe next to Sakko was coughing a few times when he heard this, as if he wanted Sakko to stop talking.

"What are you coughing? Did I say something wrong? It's obvious that Shanghuo is selling our information! What are we afraid of if we have it!"

Sarco waved his hand and said righteously.

The man in black robe was about to open his mouth and say something when Morgan's gentle voice came from his ear.

"Dacon Sarco, don't worry, aren't you curious who sold the information to us?"

"Who else can be it? It's just those traitors who are afraid of life and death. It can't be told by Lord Ram in person."

At the end of the day, Sarco laughed like he was amused by himself:

"Hahahahaha, I didn't expect that I still have the talent to tell jokes."

However, none of the people present laughed out loud except him, but instead looked at him with a strange look.

Seeing that the atmosphere was a little awkward, Sarco couldn't laugh anymore, and he said with a stiff expression:

"Smile, why don't you laugh? Isn't it funny?"

Morgan shook his head and replied softly, "Dacon Sarco, please forgive me, we really can't laugh because what you said is not a joke, but a fact, the information was sold to us by the Protector of Ram."

"What?!" Sarco's voice suddenly became sharp, like a Koda duck with a headache.

Then he yelled at Morgan in anger, "What are you talking nonsense? You dare to slander Lord Ram, are you looking for death when you are old?"

Faced with Sarco's insults, Morgan was not angry, but said calmly:

"I don't need to lie to you, and this matter is not a secret. You might as well ask your subordinates."

Upon hearing this, Sarko immediately turned to look at the man in black robe beside him.

The other party nodded helplessly and admitted Morgan's statement.

Sarko's face turned red in anger and she scolded him angrily: "Bastard! Why didn't you tell me earlier!"

The man in black robe quickly explained, "Aren't you the most trusted confidant of Lord Ram? I thought you knew this a long time ago."

"Who ever thought and I just reminded you, but you said we were right, and I really can't interfere!"

The man in black robe became more and more aggrieved the more he spoke, and his eyes hidden under his hood revealed deep fatigue.

Since being sent to Sakko by Lord Ram, he has been worried all day long, afraid that Sakko will cause any trouble.

There is no way, who made this deacon Sarko so powerful, but his head was empty.

But then again, people like Sarco are indeed very suitable to be close friends, at least you don’t have to worry about him betraying him.

If he were the guardian of himself, he would have chosen Sarko instead of the Dick Deacon who was in a mixed manner and revealed his coldness.

Forget it, I don’t want to have so much. Anyway, he has worked hard all the time, so let it go to fate.

No matter what, Deacon Sarko is also a confidant of Lord Ram. Even if he loses Lord Ram's face, he should not be punished too seriously, right?

Just as the man in black was still wondering what punishment they would receive, he suddenly heard Sarko speak:

"But why did Lord Ram sell church information? Could it be that he is?"

"No!" The man in black robe quickly interrupted and asked Sarko to continue talking, even his life would be lost!

So he explained to Sakko very quickly: "Mr. Ram's move is just to make money. You also know that our Shadow Church has developed rapidly in recent years and has planned many actions, which all require money. support."

"But because the royal family of the Arad Kingdom was bewitched by the Sea God Temple and united to suppress us, we had very few ways to obtain money. Guanhai City's underground black market is the only small channel to earn."

"Businessmen only care about interests and do not care about our identities, so our relationship with the business community is pretty good, and they often trade in the underground black market."

"Information is also one of the contents of the transaction. The intelligence of our Shadow Church is still very valuable. Even some unimportant intelligence can be sold at a high price. After all, we have too many enemies."

Hearing this, Sarco actually showed a proud look, and raised his chin to Zane proudly, as if he was saying that the information in your Sea Temple must be less valuable than us.

Seeing this, Zane's mouth twitched slightly. Is this guy's brain ill?

Your power has fallen to selling your own information, what's so proud of you?

Zane gave Sarco a blank look, picked up the teacup and drank two sips of tea, not wanting to pay attention to this idiot anymore.

The man in black also saw Sarko's expression. He took a deep breath and then said:

"In fact, intelligence is not the main way for us to make money, but Lord Ram himself likes to sell intelligence, especially his own intelligence."

"Lord Ram finds this interesting to do, which can make money and help him attract materials for making musical instruments."

"Of course, Lord Ram has stopped selling his own intelligence recently, and you should know the specific reasons."

Sarco nodded and blurted out, "Of course I know, he was not receiving an order to catch lightning."

"Ahem!!" Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by the violent coughing of the man in black.

Although Sarco did not finish his words, a faint light flashed in Zane and Morgan's eyes.

Sarco also realized that he had said the wrong thing and immediately changed the subject:

"Haha, I knew that Lord Ram could not betray the church!"

Zane, who was standing by, said in surprise when he saw Sarco's relief:

"No, you really don't know anything? Then how dare you agree to President Morgan's invitation?"

"I'm bored, can't I come here and have some fun?" Sarco said with confidence.

Zain was speechless. In a sense, this guy was also considered a talent.

"By the way, you can just say something next time. Sarko will not remind me with a cough!" said Sarko, with a serious expression to her subordinates in the black robe.

He planned to give up and never wanted to pretend to be smart anymore. After all, it is a little bit to lose his face. He will really be punished if he loses Lord Ram's face!

When he thought of Ram's tormenting methods, a layer of cold sweat leaped out from Sarko's back.

The man in black nodded and said, "Since you said so, I dared not to leave first."

"Why? Lord Ram told me not to act casually before leaving. Didn't you let me disobey his orders?" Sarko said with a frown.

He just said harsh words, how could he say he could stay if he stayed? Isn’t this to be a grandson for Zaen?

‘Tsk, at this time I remembered Lord Ram’s instructions. Why did you run over happily when you received the invitation? ’

The man in black robe felt a whisper in his heart, but on the surface he leaned into Saccor's ear and explained in a low voice:

"Sir Sarco, do you remember what I said before? The underground black market in Guanhai City is a rare channel for our church to make money."

"If the Shanghuo will be destroyed, the underground black market is likely to be closed by the Viscount Ryan, and it will be even more difficult for us to make money."

"Not only that, Guanhai City is also an important place for us to hide and move. Apart from Guanhai City, it is difficult for us to find another city suitable for hiding and to convey information conveniently. This will inevitably affect our next actions."

"And the most important thing is that Viscount Ryan has a deep blood feud between us and the Shadow Church. If he becomes the new master of Guanhai City, he will definitely do his best to deal with us."

"Ryan already has many under his command. If we get the news channels of the Shang Mutual Association, as well as ports and sea ships, we will never have peace in the future, and the speed of searching for the flame bird will be greatly slowed down."

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"Lord Ram's progress is already behind the other two guardians, so he lost his temper a lot. If he makes trouble for him at this time, even if you are Lord Ram's confidant, you will definitely be severely punished!"

"So we must not let Ryan occupy Guanhai City. You might as well stay here and hear what President Morgan said."

After hearing the explanation from his subordinates, Sakko's brows gradually relaxed.

He was not smart, but his subordinates had already made it clear.

Simply put, Guanhai City is very important, and Ryan has a grudge against them, so Guanhai City cannot fall into Ryan's hands if anyone falls into his hands.

This means that he really can't leave, otherwise Morgan and Zane, the elderly, weak, sick and disabled, would definitely not be able to stop Ryan.

Damn it, it’s all for Dick, the idiot who claims to be smart!

Who is bad to mess with? I have to mess with Ryan!

After he got into trouble, he patted his butt and left all the trouble to himself!

The more Sarko thought about it, the more frustrated she became, and her face became gloomy.

Zane, who was opposite, raised his eyebrows when he saw this. For some reason, after seeing Sarco had to stay, his panic and anxiety suddenly eased a lot.

To thank Sarko, Zane stabbed him in the chest again:

"Deacon Sarco, aren't you going to leave? Why did you stop?"

"President Morgan only said one thing to you, and you were so scared that you dared not leave?"

"Since you don't leave, then sit down quickly, my good grandson~"

Sarko was so angry when she heard this. Just as she was about to curse Zane, Morgan stood up and smoothed out and said:

"Okay, everyone is now sailors on the same boat. Even if they can't work together, at least they can't have internal conflicts. Let's say less."

After saying that, he stared at Sarco again and said, "Deacon Sarco, it seems that your subordinates have already made it clear, and I don't have to worry about it anymore."

"The enemies of our three forces are today consistent, which is the basis for us to cooperate."

"Of course, as the biggest beneficiary of this cooperation, our CCCC will not let you make a waste of money."

As a businessman, Morgan knew that interests are the guarantee of cooperation.

Therefore, after he used words to coerce Zane and Sarco to stay, he immediately gave up his interests.

"I heard that Shadow Church lacks funds, and its development has been restricted. It has reached the point of selling its own intelligence to commit suicide. How can this be done!"

"We have nothing else in our business meeting, but there are many gold coins! As long as the Shadow Church is willing to help us overcome difficulties, we will donate a lot of money to the Shadow Church in the future to support your development."

“At the same time, we will also hand over ownership of the underground black market to Shadow Church, so that you can have a stable source of funds and an excellent hiding place.”

"Finally, I know that Shadow Church has always liked to hold sacrifices to please your Lord Demon, so I am ready to dedicate half of the poor in the slums to Lord Demon!"

When Sarko, who was originally careless, heard this, he suddenly felt energetic.

He asked Morgan with excitement: "Are you really willing to hold a sacrifice ceremony in Guanhai City? Are you not afraid of arousing public anger?"

Morgan smiled indifferently: "Why am I afraid? As long as we don't tell, who can know the truth."

"As for the poor people dedicated to Lord Demon God, didn't they die because of this war?"

"It should not be me who caused public anger, but Viscount Ryan who started the war!"

Sarco looked at Morgan with a smile on his lips, and a chill in his heart.

Although he has experienced many blood and killings, Morgan's behavior of deciding his life and death while chatting and laughing, and putting the blame on others is even more sinister than theirs.

This old guy is a talent! Perfect for joining their Shadow Church!

Sarco has always done everything he wants and directly invites Morgan:

"Hey, President Morgan, or you might as well join us. Our Shadow Church needs a talent like you, a talent like you!"

When Morgan saw that Sarco actually invited him to join the Shadow Church, even though he was knowledgeable, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

"Thank you for your kindness, but I'm still more suitable to be a businessman." Morgan quickly sorted out his emotions and responded in a warm voice.

"No, you can think about it again." Sarco still persuaded unwillingly.

The subordinates of the black-robed man next to him could no longer listen, so they stretched out their hand and pulled Sakko's robe:

"Sir Sarco, why don't you sit down first?"

"Who are you scolding?" Sarko scolded with an unhappy expression.

The man in black robe: "???"

No, when did I scold you?

"Didn't you hear what I said just now? If I sit down, I will be Zane's grandson. If you let me sit down, just scold me!" Sarco said with a serene expression.

Black robe man: "."

Destroy, hurry up! (End of this chapter)