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Chapter 266 The Saint’s Asking for Help

Liu Yonglu certainly didn't know what he had done. He stood there feeling sorry for the magnifying glass. Oh, what a pity, he just smashed a good mirror by himself.

Originally, he felt embarrassed to let Jacob deal with Bastoli for him, feeling that he had let the man down somewhat. Now, looking at the four people buried in the ground, he was just furious.

Good fellows, look at what you all said just now, as if the dreamland couldn't hold you any longer. Now you know that the pot is made of iron.

Jacob, buried in the soil, blinked his eyes, perhaps wanting to speak, but he was already very weak at this moment, and the distant knowledge of the gods was still raging in his mind, so he could not open his mouth at all.

The remaining five were better off. Bill, worthy of being the presiding judge, had already dug himself out of the soil and was trying to rescue his other companions.

Liu Yonglu had no intention of offering to help. He also saw the little girl who had just come out of the house and found it quite novel. This dreamland was quite interesting. People could even survive in it.

Glancing forward, the battlefield that was in chaos just now has now become quiet. The broken stone eggs are slowly closing together like clam shells. The egg mountain seems to be a whole. A lot of energy has just been lost, and now it is about to fall into silence and continue to nurture life.

The wriggling fire cloud also disappeared, and the deformed trunk had been burned to ashes as soon as the fire cloud appeared. Now only a charred mark remained on the ground.

He strolled towards the Egg Hill in a square step.

"Your Honor...Shouldn't we stop him?"

A judge who had just been dug out pointed in Liu Yonglu's direction and asked.

"Getting out quickly is the best way to stop it. How are you now, Jacob?"

Jacob was still like that, unable to move any part of his body except his eyeballs. When he saw Dou Nivar walking towards the Egg Hill, he was the most anxious.

This ancient relic had been sleeping in the Holy See for hundreds of years. The archbishop once suspected that the Five-Finger Sword was the sacrificial dagger used by the saint when she preached. The god sleeping in this dreamland has a close connection with the Virgin Mary and may even be a projection of the Virgin Mary.

He had never been close to the small house in the crevice of Egg Mountain. The archbishop had also warned him not to try to open the door, as the great power hidden behind it was not something that mortals could touch.

But he clearly saw the door open just now. What did Mr. Dou do just now?
Jacob broke out in a cold sweat at the thought of this. He thought of the doctrine that the other party had explained to him, and also of the fable in the Bible. The story mentioned a saint named Balaam who liked to disguise himself and blend into the crowd, using humorous and sarcastic means to make fun of the local brutal rulers and spread the doctrine.

According to the scriptures, the saints who originally followed the saint girl were all immortal. Thinking about the behavior of this Dou Niwar, could he be the saint Balaam?
Jacob wanted to shout out loud and share his great discovery with his companions, but his jaw was still out of control and he could only watch Dou Nivar walk towards the hut.

If he was Balaam, then he was also a witness to the miracle. Jacob's heart was surging and his eyes did not blink.

Liu Yonglu didn't know that he had a new reputation. Although he walked slowly, he was actually very cautious. No matter whether it was the plasticine on the mountain or the fiery clouds in the sky, he couldn't afford to offend anyone and had to be vigilant to prevent anyone from making a surprise attack.

Walking to the center of the battlefield, he kicked the dark dust twice. Is Bastoli really dead? Including this time, this is the fourth time that BK has died.

As he was kicking, Liu Yonglu felt like he was kicking something.

An irregular small ball was kicked by him to the door of the hut.

What does that mean? Burning Bastoli also produced a small relic?
Liu Yonglu bent down, picked it up and took a look. The black ball on the ground was bigger than a ping-pong ball but smaller than a tennis ball. It was about the same size as the iron ball he bought for his grandfather at the Ancient Culture Street. It fit perfectly in his hands.

Liu Yonglu wiped the dirt off the ball with the hem of his coat. The ball was bumpy like a walnut. After wiping it clean and looking at it carefully, he found that it was not entirely black. There was a dark red color hidden inside, rising and falling like breathing.

That’s good, just take it as compensation for the magnifying glass. Liu Yonglu looked around and put it in his pocket.

"You know you can't take things out of the Dreamland, right?"

Hmm? Liu Yonglu was startled when he heard the voice. Where did this voice come from? It was clear and crisp. It was the voice of a little girl. This voice was really good, sweet and bright. She was going to sing a Ping Opera, Little Ai Lianjun.

I looked up and saw the sound coming from inside the house.

After the little girl reminded him of this, Liu Yonglu murmured in his heart, what they said is right, things in the dreamland cannot be taken out, oh, why not take the chicken with me and let it take it out in its mouth for me.

But the things were already in my pocket, and I felt reluctant to ask him to take them out.

"You helped me a lot this time. I can let you take this Everburning Stone with you."

"Thank you, thank you. I'll treat you to dinner later."

Liu Yonglu thanked him quickly, and when he looked out the window, he saw the goose yellow curtains were drawn, so he couldn't see anyone. He could only see the silhouette of a little girl, about fifteen or sixteen years old, leaning against the window and talking to him.

"No need for meals, I'll need your help later."

"What can I do for you? I'd like to help you out when your troupe performs. I'll ask for less for your performance fee. We can give you a 18% discount."

"..."

The little girl in the room stopped talking, as if she was also digesting the meaning of Liu Yonglu's words.

"I've lived here for a long time, and I want to go out for a walk recently."

"Hey, I'm not done yet. I still have to treat you to a meal later. Our restaurant will be open soon. I just thought of a dish that will attract people on the way. It's Nicola Turtle Soup. Please try it later."

"It's... not that easy. I need enough blood."

"Well, that's okay. Next time I'll buy you two pounds of blood tofu."

Liu Yonglu felt disgusted. These gods were really not good people. They wanted to drink blood at every turn. Where do I have so much blood for you to drink? He said as he slowly moved back.

"Hahaha, it's not your blood." The little girl's laughter was as loud as a silver bell, but Liu Yonglu still felt that she was suitable for commenting on the play.

"It's the drop of blood just now, the blood of the saint, that is, the blood of the Virgin Mary."

"Hey, you can't finish what you're talking about anymore, let me keep an eye on it for you when you get out."

When he heard that they would not drink their own blood, Liu Yonglu straightened his back again. Although he had no clue about finding the magnifying glass, it was not harmful if he thought about it carefully. He would go back and ask the chief elder if there were any other coffins buried under the monastery in Moses Sad. He could help search around and maybe there would be some left.

"This is where the next drop of Saint's blood is located."

As he spoke, the little girl disappeared through the window and a note was passed out from under the door.

"Okay, leave it to me."

Liu Yonglu prepared to go out and find Mi Li'er to analyze the matter first. If there was no impact, he would consider it as helping others. But if letting you out would cause a river of blood, then I'm sorry, you'd better stay inside.

"Why are you talking to me through the door?"

"I look too scary, I don't want others to see me."

The little girl's voice came from behind the door. Liu Yonglu saw a line of spells and a string of numbers written on the note. He couldn't understand them, so he put it in his pocket.

Before Liu Yonglu could talk a few more words, Jacob in the distance finally regained control of his body. He inserted the five-finger sword deeply into the ground to draw a symbol. When Liu Yonglu opened his eyes again, he had returned to the small courtyard in front of the hotel.

Jacob and his men stood behind him, while Bastoli's body disappeared.

This also confirmed the judges' previous judgment that Bastoli was a projection of the gods and had no entity.

"Mr. Bean, thank you for your help just now."

Jacob's face no longer had the arrogance before, and he performed a proper salute. Liu Yonglu waved his hand carelessly:
"We are all family. You help me and I help you. This is the way it should be."

He was just being polite and saying a few polite words, but the three words "one of us" had a different meaning to Jacob's ears. He thought it was Saint Balaam pointing out his identity in a calm manner.

"Mr. Bean, I wonder how Nicholas is doing now? Was he killed?"

Bill didn't know that Jacob had already figured out a complete set of logic in his mind, and he still spoke in a harsh tone.

Jacob secretly tugged at his clothes, meaning, "Stop talking nonsense and let me do it."

"Even if you didn't ask, I would still be thinking of telling you about this. Nicholas really let me control him. Come with me."

By now, Mi Li'er must have been arranged properly. Liu Yonglu pretended to be generous and waved his hand to ask a few people to follow him.

"Mr. Dou, you just led us to eliminate the fanatics of the Gear Cult, and you must be tired. Why don't we talk about it tomorrow?"

Jacob was really afraid that the saint would criticize him, so he quickly spoke humbly. Bill and the other judges were all dumbfounded. Jacob was tortured mad by the god's whispers in the dreamland. How could his temper change?

"Come, take a look first. After you've seen it, you'll feel more at ease and it'll save trouble for both of us."

Liu Yonglu took six judges to the second floor and knocked on the door of his bedroom.

After Liu Yonglu entered the dreamland, Millie Tang quickly made arrangements. After that, she stood by the window and observed the situation in the courtyard.

She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Liu Yonglu coming out, and then hurriedly checked the room again. She was secretly worried that if she couldn't reach an agreement with these judges later, there would probably be a fierce battle.

After opening the door to let a few people in, Liu Yonglu pointed to a large box in the corner and said, "Jacob, open it and see for yourself."

He was very terrified and opened it carefully. He found it was filled with parts of Nikola's inventions.

"This……"

"The inventions shipped to the Continental Expo are genuine, and were all made by Nicholas himself."

"And Nicholas?"

"It's too dangerous to carry them together in the team behind us, so it's safer to separate them."

Jacob looked through the parts in the box and nodded to his companion behind him after a while. It was really Nikola's invention. From this point of view, Mr. Bean was telling the truth.

Before coming, Jacob repeatedly told him to bring Nicholas back and kill him in front of everyone, but he did not mention a word about the invention. Liu Yonglu bet that these people were not interested in inventions.

If I find a random excuse to fool these people now, saying that Nicholas is dead, it may not be so easy to get over it. It is better to give them some sweet benefits first to stabilize the people of the Saint's Faction, and then make plans for the rest.

"See this box of inventions? I'm giving it to you!"

Let’s post them together today. My sleep has been a bit messy recently, so after I finish setting the scheduled post, I will go to bed.

It feels like it’s starting to get cold after eleven days. The next time I’m looking forward to is the Chinese New Year. Everyone, enjoy the weekend and relax.

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(End of this chapter)