Let you be a good grandson, you raise a group of banshees?

A middle-aged man with a big belly came from a distance.

This man looked to be in his forties or fifties, but his face was rosy and his cheeks were oily, which was in stark contrast to the thin and dry Conlan Dante.

He was wearing a gold-lined garment woven with gold threads. The craftsmanship was exquisite, and coupled with his size that was far beyond the average human body, it cost at least twenty taels of gold.

This man is Mohammed, the high priest of Tianzhu State.

"Brother Mohan, why are you here?"

Conlan Dante frowned and asked, "Didn't I say that this period of time is too sensitive."

"Why don't you and I not meet before the plan officially starts?"

"I'm not here today to discuss plans with you!"

Mohammed waved his hand and cursed, "Conlan Dante, say it!"

"Why did you secretly instigate the suppression of the bandit camp, steal my goods, and kill my men?!"

Conlan Dante: "???"

"Brother Mohan, are you crazy?"

"I have always stayed here to share meditation. How have I ever robbed your goods and killed your people?"

"Even if you slander someone, you still have to have proof, right?"

"Oh, you need a voucher, right?"

Mohammed narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "I'm not afraid that you will default on your debt!"

"Jin Biao, come!"

I saw a soldier, covered in bruises and blood, walking in from the outside.

It was the staggering and limping Jin Biao who came to Mohamed and stared at Conlan Dante with eyes full of resentment.

"Jin Biao, tell me!"

Mohammed gritted his teeth and said, "Tell him Conlan Dante everything about what you just did!"

"I obey my orders."

Jin Biao narrowed his eyes and said hoarsely, "The last general was originally ordered to lead more than two hundred brothers to go to the south port for the goods ordered by the high priest Timohan from the Dinni people."

"Unexpectedly, people from the bandit suppression camp actually pretended to be us and took away the goods in advance."

"I offended Andrei, the leader of the Dennikunsha Party, and he used firearms to attack me. More than half of my brothers died at that time."

"On the way to escape, I led other brothers and bumped into people from the bandit suppression camp. They were all wearing the uniforms and equipment of our guard camp, as well as the four boxes of goods, so I rushed up to argue with them."

"I never thought that these people claimed to be under the orders of High Priest Conlan and came specifically to take away the goods for us."

"In addition, they also said that after the goods arrive, all the people of High Priest Mohan will be killed without mercy. This is also the order of High Priest Conlan!"

"If I hadn't been stabbed, fell to the ground and pretended to be dead, and then quietly escaped while they were far away, I would have died a violent death!"

Mohammed said coldly: "Conlan Dante, did you hear that?"

"You killed my people and stole my goods, what else can you say?"

Conlan and Dante remained silent, looking at Mohammed and Jin Biao with eyes full of care as if they were mentally retarded.

These two people really have their own masters and servants.

Such a simple instigation of dissension deceived them into stunned silence.

"Brother Mohan, let me ask you."

Conlan Dante said calmly, "What kind of goods did you buy from the Tunikunsha Party? How much is it worth?"

"This……"

Mohammed scratched his head and said coldly, "Why should I tell you?"

"Because we are grasshoppers on a rope."

Conlan Dante said solemnly, "If that matter is exposed, you and I will be annihilated and deprived of our Brahmin status forever."

"Why would I fall out with you over a mere piece of gold and silver and fight with you until both sides lose?"

Mohammed thought about it and it made sense.

Dang Ji said truthfully, "What I bought from the Dinni merchant was a batch of top-quality golden bone dragon incense. It is a rare product in the world and is worth five hundred thousand taels of gold!"

Kanglan Dante squinted his eyes and thought for a moment, then looked at Jin Biao.

"General Jin Biao, who is leading those bandit-suppression battalions that robbed your goods and killed your people?"

Jin Biao looked confused, "Is this important?"

"Very important!"

Conlan Dante said firmly, "You must remember it carefully and don't say a single word wrong!"

Jin Biao was serious, squinting his eyes and recalling carefully for a long time.

Then he said, "Looking at the age of eighteen or nineteen, fair-skinned and handsome, wearing silver armor and carrying a silver cloak..."

"That's right, it's him!"

Conlan Dante's eyes were filled with coldness, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Lan Lin!"

"Lan Lin?!"

Mohammed asked suspiciously, "Didn't you design him to get rid of him?"

"No, Lan Lin is not dead."

Conlan Dante gritted his teeth and said, "Moreover, he must be the one who led the bandit suppression camp, robbed your goods, and deliberately reported my name, hoping that the two of us would fight each other!"

After hearing this, Muhammad and Jin Biao immediately lowered their heads with complicated expressions.

Unexpectedly, this Lan Lin's scheming was so deep.

If anything, she would be like a chess piece, manipulated and used by him.

"Brother Kanglan, this Lan Lin really doesn't know how to live or die!"

Mohammed said murderously, "What I hate most in my life is that someone robs me of my money and treasures!"

"Brother Kanglan, I will send someone to chop off his Lan Lin's head right now!"

"No."

Conlan Dante shook his head and said solemnly, "I have already considered this."

"But in the current situation, it's not easy to kill Lan Lin?"

"What's so hard about it?"

Mohammed sneered and said, "Although he is the son of Weiyuan Marquis Lanhua, he is brave and good at fighting and invincible on the battlefield."

"But now, Lan Hua is dead, and Weiyuan Hou Mansion has become a thing of the past."

"If I want to crush Lan Lin to death, wouldn't it be as easy as crushing an ant to death?"

"Brother, even if we are the four high priests, we still need to pay attention to the credentials before we kill people."

Conlan Dante said lightly, "Otherwise, the officials will avoid us like tigers, and the local people's hearts will be in chaos."

"In addition, Ye Luosha admires Lan Lin very much and wants to promote him to be the leader of the bandit suppression camp."

"Do you think you can kill him with the power in your hands?"

Hearing this, Mohammed's face was extremely complicated, and he shook his head with a grimace.

The most important thing in his life, and the only thing he valued, was money.

As for fame and prestige, he didn't care.

However, with the ability of the Night Rakshasa, Muhammad did not dare to offend its majesty.

Ye Luosha is the high priest of the Tianzhu Kingdom, and is in charge of all the soldiers and horses of the three battalions and six armies.

Including sending Jin Biao to pick up the goods during this trip, he also directly mobilized the guard camp without telling Ye Luosha.

If the Night Rakshasa knew about it, he would definitely come to investigate.

"Brother, listen to me, you can endure this tone for now."

Conlan Dante said solemnly, "At least so far, our plan has not been ruined."

"When the plan is completed, the entire country of Tianzhu will be in the palm of your hand."

"When the time comes, if you want to clean up a small blue forest, isn't it just a drop in the bucket?"

Mohammed hesitated for a moment and nodded slightly, "I understand."

"Isn't it just five hundred thousand taels of gold? I can afford to pay for it!"

"Brother, say goodbye!"

After saying that, Mohammed waved his hand, turned around and left with Jin Biao. Watching Mohammed leave, Conlan Dante slumped down on the master's chair and breathed a sigh of relief.

"I didn't expect this Lan Lin to have such means."

"Not only did they rob the goods, but they also poured dirty water on my head..."

Conlan Dante was talking to himself, getting angrier and angrier as he spoke, with two blazing fires almost bursting out of his eyes.

"Oh, just wait for me!

"When I seize the power, I will cut you into pieces!"

……

In the blink of an eye, two days passed.

Soon, it was the birthday of High Priest Shyvana.

Behind the palace, there is a small house.

This house is less than one-tenth of the Princess Mansion, and can barely accommodate four or five people.

In the room, a woman was sitting at the table, holding a wine cup in her hand.

The woman looked about twenty-four or five years old, with a handsome appearance and youthful beauty.

She was wearing a Tsing Yi, and her hair was tied together with hairpins. Although she looked exquisite, it seemed a bit ordinary compared to her stunning appearance.

On her arm, there was a noble bull head tattoo.

It is the High Priest of Medicine, Shyvana.

Shyvana was drinking a small drink, and there were only four simple dishes of wine and food on the table.

At the table, there were only three children, two boys and one girl.

Pick up the dishes on the plate with chopsticks and eat them sweetly to fill your stomach.

The little girl suddenly spoke and asked in a milky voice, "High Priest, is today your birthday?"

"Not bad." Shyvana smiled and nodded.

"Then, why don't you have a big birthday party?"

The girl tilted her head and asked curiously, "When other Brahmins celebrate their birthdays, they spend money on a big banquet and invite many guests to eat delicious food."

"Why are you here, watching us drink together?"

Although these three children look simple and cute.

But their arms are all covered with dog head tattoos.

It proves that they are all Shudras with the lowest status in Tianzhu Kingdom.

"Although the guests at the banquet were all well-dressed, they were just a bunch of bustling people."

Shyvana chuckled and said, "Watching the three of you drink makes me happy."

The little girl nodded ignorantly, and the little boy beside her smiled and said, "An'an, what are you talking about?"

"Wouldn't it be great if we celebrated Sister Nana's birthday?"

"Come on, Sister Nana, let me toast you!"

As he spoke, the little boy held up the wine glass with both hands and drank the juice in the glass.

"Okay, thank you."

Shyvana couldn't help but laugh and clinked glasses with him. He also drank the wine in the cup.

Just when this simple birthday banquet was full of joy.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door outside.

Shyvana frowned and hurriedly waved her hand, signaling the three of them to hide.

Then he walked to the courtyard and opened the door.

Standing outside the door were dozens of officials and relatives of the Tianzhu royal family.

The leader was none other than the High Priest of Finance, Mohammed.

"Mohammed?"

Shyvana frowned slightly and asked, "Why are you here?"

"Hey, today is Xianmei's birthday, how can Brother Yu not come and see her?"

Mohammed grinned and said, "Why isn't Xianmei in my mansion? I have to look hard for her."

"Don't call me Xianmei."

Sivana said coldly, "I didn't stay in my mansion because I didn't want to alarm others."

"You brought so many people here, didn't you make it difficult for me?"

"Oh, Shyvana, we are also the four high priests, why are you always so indifferent to your brother?"

Mohammed sighed helplessly, "It makes my brother so sad, so sad!"

The yard was originally extremely small, with only a simple pool.

When Mohammed stood in the courtyard, his burly body weighing more than 300 pounds took up almost half of the space.

Shyvana's eyes were full of disgust, and her voice became colder and colder, "Mohan, are you okay?"

"If nothing happens, please go out with your people and don't disturb me drinking."

"Well, that's fine. Since you are so indifferent, I won't drink this cup of longevity wine."

Mohammed nodded helplessly, and then said with a serious face, "However, you must accept the gift carefully prepared for my brother."

"Come on, move in!"

I saw two soldiers from the guard camp walking in from the outside carrying a pole.

There was a wooden barrel hanging on the pole, which contained three to five thousand taels of gold ingots.

"Oh, what a thoughtful gift."

Sivana raised her eyebrows and said playfully, "Mohan, such a creative gift must have taken a lot of thought on your part, right?"

"Uh……"

Mohammed heard the teasing meaning of Sivana's words and couldn't help scratching his head in embarrassment.

If these three to five thousand gold ingots were made by someone else, they might be considered sincere.

But to him, it was no different from perfunctory.

Because he is the high priest of Sicai of Tianzhu Kingdom.

Holding the key to the treasury in one hand, the most important thing in his hand is money.

Mohammed sneered and said, "Xian sister, in fact, I carefully prepared a gift for you."

"It's just that two days ago, when the gift arrived in Tianzhu, something unexpected happened."

"Ok, I know."

Shyvana nodded and said calmly, "Please come back with the gifts you carefully prepared."

Mohammed was a little anxious: "Xianmei, what I said is true!"

"Don't call me Xianmei."

Shyvana's eyes flashed with chills, and she even had the idea of ​​using force to drive away the guests.

Just when Mohammed was at a loss for words, an intoxicating fragrance suddenly filled the air.

"Yes, that's what it tastes like!"

Mohammad's eyes lit up and he exclaimed, "Shvana, what I prepared for you is a fine golden-bone dragon birth incense, and this is what it tastes like!"

At this time, Sivana was also attracted by the fragrance like a hundred flowers blooming, and did not hear Mohammed's words at all.

Under the shocked gazes of everyone, a young man walked slowly and slowly from a distance.

It's Lu Yuan!

"This boy!"

Mohammed's expression changed, his teeth creaked with anger, and his eyes were full of threats.

However, Lu Yuan turned a blind eye and passed him by.

He walked up to Shyvana, put his hands together and bowed, and said respectfully, "I've seen High Priest Shyvana in the blue forest!"

"I heard that today is the birthday of High Priest Shyvana, so I would like to give you a gift!" (End of Chapter)