Sir! Don't close the net!

Li Yili squinted and followed El into the cubicle.

El went straight to the point: "The Crusaders are here! They swept through our area, and although they found nothing, they still managed to gather the residents of Guoweiton in the middle of the road and give a speech for a long time."

Li Yili clicked her tongue subconsciously.

Normally, even if he were sitting in the church, he should have been able to hear the commotion of summoning the residents. However, all the residents of Guoweiton were walking around the church, and the entire area had become a deserted zone. Therefore, he didn't hear a thing about such a large-scale operation to summon the residents of Guoweiton.

“But the Crusaders didn’t go to the church,” Li Yili said, patting her forehead. “They didn’t show up all day.”

El was taken aback, then immediately realized what was happening and nodded with admiration, but then sighed, "The Crusade has taken up residence at Dela Pal's house."

"Huh?!" Li Yili's eyes widened.

He simply couldn't understand it.

He could understand the Crusaders searching Dela Pal's residence, as Dela Pal was the minister of the Black Goat's cubs; the documents that couldn't be found in the Goat Village building might be found there.

But why would they stay at Dela Pal's house?

The Crusaders were supporters of Bishop Azawi. They absolutely upheld Bishop Azawi's doctrines and rejected other faiths, especially the existence of the Old Ones, which were considered blasphemous. In short, they had a kind of religious fastidiousness and wanted to plow up any land that had traces of the Old Ones. So every time they raided a place, they would smash and destroy it like bandits.

Although Dela Pal's house was originally a monastery, it has been renovated quite many times, each time in a different style, and the monastery itself has been thoroughly desecrated.

Their behavior of settling in Dela Pal's house is no less than that of a severe germaphobe lying in a garbage dump.

But that's no longer the most important issue.

“Where is Yeroboam? Where did Yeroboam go? He shouldn’t have been killed by the Crusaders, right?” Li Yili frowned.

“Yerobo An disappeared when the Crusaders came to the Sheep Village building. He must have gone into hiding. As for where he's hiding... the only possibility is the Temple of Guweiton,” El sighed helplessly, hands on his hips. “Should we move the plan forward?”

"Let me think about it..."

Li Yili pinched the bridge of her nose and paced back and forth in the small cubicle, while El stood quietly to the side, waiting patiently.

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"Boom boom boom——"

"Boom boom boom——"

"Boom boom boom——"

"I'm coming!"

Yolan shouted irritably, got up, opened the door, and went down the narrow stairs. After unlocking three locks from top to bottom, he opened a small gap. "Who is it?"

“Brother Yolan, it’s me, it’s me,” Jerry waved vigorously from outside the door.

"It's you... I have nothing to say to you."

Yolan rolled his eyes and leaned back to close the door. Seeing that Yolan was about to end the conversation, Jerry immediately stuck out his foot to block the door and pried open the wooden door with his left hand, smiling ingratiatingly.

"Don't be in such a hurry to close the shop, Brother Yolan. I'm here to do business."

“I’m not interested,” Yolan rolled her eyes, preparing to pull the door open forcefully to discourage Jerry.

"No, no, no, it's not just any business, it's this kind of business."

After looking around to make sure no one was around, Jerry took out a palm-sized box from his pocket and handed it to Yolan behind the door.

"Take a look first before you decide."

Yoran was somewhat suspicious, but he still took the box and opened it absentmindedly.

But the moment Yoram saw what was in the box, his eyes widened.

"Ah... Brother Yolan, you really did open the package too."

Jerry, who was standing outside the door, smiled.

Chapter 87 They are always selling the future, while we are always buying with our present.

"I can not understand what you say."

approximately

Lan's expression changed, and she subconsciously turned her head away, but her left hand gripped the edge of the box tightly, showing no intention of returning the item.

“I can explain slowly,” Jerry tilted his head, glanced at Yolan’s left hand, took a few steps back, and slowly straightened his collar. “Won’t you invite me in for a seat, Brother Yolan?”

Yolan's eyes flickered. He opened the door, but didn't let Jerry in. Instead, he came out himself and closed the door behind him. "My wife is resting. Come with me."

“Okay, but could you please give me back my things first, Brother Yolan? This is quite a rip-off,” Jerry said, pointing at the box in Yolan’s hand.

Yolan tightened his grip, closed the box, and handed it to Jerry.

"Thank you," Jerry said with a smile, taking the box and putting it in his pocket.

Yolan instinctively opened his mouth and reached into Jerry's pocket.

"Brother Yolan, where are you taking me to discuss this? It would be best to do it discreetly," Jerry said, pretending not to see Yolan's movements and looking around nervously.

Yolan shook his head, reached out and lifted the stable railing, then beckoned to Jerry, "Let's talk in the carriage."

"They're here, they're here."

A glint flashed in Jerry's eyes. He bent down and crawled into the stable. Before Yolan could make a move, he stood next to the carriage, opened the carriage door, and gestured for Yolan to enter. This action surprised Yolan, and the subsequent feeling of comfort made Yolan feel a little overwhelmed. Almost subconsciously, he raised his head and sat down in the carriage.

Jerry looked around, quickly boarded the carriage, and closed the door.

“Ahem—Brother Yolan, didn’t you go to Guoweiton Real Estate before, wanting to buy the land around Guoweiton Temple?” Jerry coughed lightly.

Yolan was taken aback, as if his missing part had been exposed. He suddenly felt a little guilty and subconsciously looked away. "Yes, that's how it is. Quite a few people went."

Yolan's reaction left Jerry somewhat bewildered, but he didn't pay too much attention to it. Instead, he shook his head with feigned regret. "Actually, I went too. After all, the land of the Guoweidun Temple will definitely appreciate in value afterward. However, all the land was bought up by this man, Levi-Istie Richard. It's really too much. He actually used his status as an insider of the Sheep Village to seek benefits for himself."

Upon hearing what Jerry said, Yolan also recalled what had happened yesterday and subconsciously revealed an unhappy expression.

If Li Yili hadn't bought all that land, he definitely could have bought it.

"So, Brother Yolan, do you want to make Levi's Est. Richard suffer a huge loss?" Jerry pressed on, smiling mysteriously.

“This…” Yoran hesitated for a moment and then shook his head. “I don’t believe you have that ability. The land around the Temple of Gowwitton is all owned by Mr. Richard now. He will only make more money. He won’t lose money.”

"He won't lose money if the Temple of Gowwitton is successfully restored," Jerry said, baring his fangs.

Yoran was taken aback at first, then his eyes widened and he suddenly stood up. "You—you wouldn't!"

“This is the legacy they keep talking about,” Jerry said, taking a box out of his pocket, opening it, and lifting up the little finger-thick prism in the center of the box, which was shimmering with a strange light. “The Temple of Gowwitton was hollowed out a long time ago, so no legacy can be unearthed anymore. It seems they intend to reverse the process and restore the temple by burying the legacy.”

"I think you understood when you opened that package."

Joram glanced to the side, neither admitting nor denying.

Jerry handed the prism in his hand to Yolan.

"In other words, these relics are the fuel for the temple. As long as the relics are not buried, the temple cannot be repaired, and the land will not appreciate in value."

Yoran plopped back down, clutching his head tightly. "As long as the temple is restored, Gowedon will become prosperous, and Gowedon's descendants will be just like people in other regions..."

"Ha... Brother Yolan, even if the temple can really be repaired, how long will it take to have an effect?" Jerry waved the prism in his hand. "Ten years? Twenty years? Or thirty years? Nobody can guarantee anything. Even if we really wait until that day, Brother Yolan, do you think anything will change?"

Yoram opened his mouth, wanting to refute, but didn't know how.

“Brother Yolan, do you know why we are always poor and those people are always rich?” Jerry placed the prism in the center of the box and handed it to Yolan.

"They are always selling the future, while we are always buying with our present."

"They enjoy our present, while we wait for the future they talk about."

"How much...is this?"

Yoram lowered his head.

Since the heritage possesses the magical power to restore temples...

"You're back! Who was that just now?"

Amya got up and looked at Yolan, who was standing motionless at the door. She pulled the blanket over herself and tilted her head to the side.

"Yoran? What's wrong?"

“It’s nothing. It was just a friend. We were talking about the future,” Yoran said with a smile, shaking his head while his right hand gripped the prism in his pocket tightly. “It’s related to the Temple of Gowwitton. I’m sorry, I tried to buy a piece of land around the Temple of Gowwitton yesterday, but I failed.”

"Ah~ no wonder you've been so downcast, haven't you?"

"No, we have a home, don't we?" Amy smiled and shook her head. "Once the Temple of Guweiton is restored, our children, and all the children after them, will be able to receive the temple's blessings just like children in other regions."

"Um……"

Yoran glanced at the water jug ​​on the side.

Why not use it now?

Why must we wait until later? If we really wait until later... will we be able to receive blessings equally?

They are always selling the future, while we are always buying with our present.

Impossible, just like the land surrounding the Temple of Gowwitton.

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"The plan needs to be moved up."

Li Yili stopped in her tracks.

Jerobo Ahn's mind was extremely unstable and he could go berserk at any moment. He had not lost control further because he believed that the residence of Dela Pal held a secret that could stabilize the mind of the chosen ones. Now that the Crusade had taken up residence in Dela Pal, for Jerobo Ahn, this was tantamount to confirming that the secret was in Dela Pal's residence.

Hope was right in front of us, but it was snatched away...

He couldn't predict how far Jeroboam's mind would spiral out of control, as if the detonator of a bomb had been snatched away by a bird. The safest course of action was to quickly reach a cooperation agreement with the Crusaders and devour Jeroboam.

"Although I hope they will take the initiative to seek cooperation with me, there's no way around it..."

Li Yili rubbed her shoulders and shook them up and down.

"The only option left is to take the initiative and pay a visit to the Crusaders."

Chapter 88 What exactly were they praying to...?

Looking at the massive building in front of her, with its Romanesque style, Gothic attic, ancient foundation, and other elements that seemed to be the product of different eras' aesthetics, Li Yili sighed subconsciously.

If he could, he really wouldn't want to come to this lousy place a second time.

This place is like a tomb containing secrets that should not be revealed. No matter how well it is hidden, it is only a matter of time before it is exposed the moment someone sets foot here. People cannot control their curiosity. He knew this well, so the first time he came here, he stayed in the hall and stopped his curiosity in the hall.

In fact, after visiting Bishop Azawi's church, he was certain that it held more dangerous secrets, and the best way to deal with it was to stay away, so as to avoid unknowingly bringing out things that should not be unearthed.