Heavenly Dao Formula

"Really..." Gore muttered.

The recent news that St. Blani’s Palace was attacked by a strongman and the auction was forced to stop is also a big piece of news in Azure Fort. If this matter can be attributed to the Eastern Ambassador, then there is no worries that there will be no way to deal with him!

Philip glanced at Mollier who was still in the room, and didn't go further.

Because according to the police investigation, there is also a suspected legendary mage.

If it was really done by the ambassador's group, then the mage who has not shown up is likely to be the ambassador's protector.

This is a completely logical inference. Even if the Far East lags behind, it is not unbelievable that a legendary mage will appear out of tens of millions of people. It can also be judged that the ambassador who can be protected by the legendary mage is a noble person in all likelihood, and the identity is estimated to belong to the relatives of the emperor.

Such a person cannot be left to the lord to deal with.

Because the Earl of Cleveland must follow the aristocratic way to "punish" the opponent, the means are nothing more than house arrest, ransom, and deportation. In his opinion, this kind of punishment is almost family-like.

The most appropriate way is to report the news to the boss and ask the boss to contact the holy palace.

Those who are behind the scenes will not be afraid of a legendary mage and the aristocratic status of the other party.

"Okay, you can go out." Philip waved his hand and motioned for Moriel to leave.

"Uh... Your Excellency, what I just answered..." Molly was stunned. He left his head and tail to say two hundred words, enough for a sum of money to leave Azure Castle, but he seemed to have forgotten his affairs. This thing is general.

"Why, do you still have to stay in the office and not leave?" Philip laughed contemptuously, and put the money on the table together again. "If they find out that you are negotiating with Baiguoyuan behind your back, guess what will happen? "

Morrill's face turned pale in an instant!

"Your Excellency, how can you—"

"So I will keep it secret for you. This is the best reward for you." Philip's voice suddenly became cold. "Now, get out of here!"

He opened his mouth trembling and wanted to say something, but Gore had already walked over with the bat.

Moriel swallowed all the words into his throat.

He stumbled out of the office.

Gore locked the door again. "Is this really good? He won't be so embarrassed to reveal what happened here to Momora, right?"

"That way he will become a traitor despised by thousands of people, and he will end up worse than now. If he had that courage, he wouldn't be here." Philip raised his mouth, "not only that, this matter For Moriel, it is an invisible handle, and if we make good use of it, we are tantamount to placing an eye in the center of the rebel."

Gore couldn't help admiring his eldest brother.

He also bought a lot of eyeliners before, but unfortunately none of these unused guys can gain the trust of the rebel leader. They were kept in the dark until the other party decided to launch a general strike, which made him spend a lot of money in vain. money. And Philip didn't even dig out a copper plate, so he broke through the barrier around Momora. This ability was indeed much better than him.

Gore began to look forward to the day when this group of hired workers was completely destroyed.

…

At dawn, the production schedule on the first day finally caught up.

The first batch of high-quality jams are freshly baked and enter the packing room along the drive belt. There, these top-quality jams will be packed in exquisite colored glass bottles and delivered to several fixed stores in Shangcheng District. They will be priced about three times higher than the average drunk jam, and only residents with ample wealth will pay for it.

But this is not a problem that the workers of Baiguoyuan need to consider. They clapped each other to celebrate, and their faces were full of excitement-even if everyone had never bought a bottle of top-quality jam, it would not prevent them from enjoying the moment of achievement.

"It's been a long time since I've seen everyone so happy." Horn took his clothes to wipe the sweat from his chest, and said with emotion, "I have been busy all night, but one by one is still very energetic. I should have been lying on the ground before I changed it. Yes."

"Ha ha ha..." Mrs. Karan chuckled, "What everyone is afraid of is not suffering, but afraid that the day will not rush. Now that there is hope, why not suffer a little bit now?"

"That's right, but I still want to share the credit for the sweet bread." Momora was also in a pretty good mood, "I am afraid that no one would have thought beforehand. The day of the strike is actually something that everyone has eaten in recent years. The fullest day. The stomach is full of bread, so naturally I have a lot of energy to work!"

This made the other two laugh.

"The rest of the work will be handed over to the successor." Horn waved at the two of them, "I'll take one step first."

"Today in such a hurry?" Mrs. Karan quipped, "Isn't it because I have a surplus of wages and want to go to town to enjoy it?"

"Where are you?" Horn smiled bitterly, "I want to take a shower by the river first, and then go to the city to buy some food to bring to Mu Li. Otherwise, I will enter the shop with this sticky smelly sweat. It will definitely be pulled out by the store with a stick."

After the horns left, Mrs. Karan also walked towards the factory with her hands behind her back, "Everyone has been busy for a day, and then it is our packaging team's turn to show off. You also have to go back to rest, you have to keep busy tonight."

"Yes," Momora replied, "I'll leave it to you for the next thing about the factory."

Looking at the lady's back and the factory that is about to start the next round of production, Catwoman couldn't help taking a deep breath of the refreshing fresh air at dawn.

This may be the life she hopes for.

Work with your own hands to create a future worth looking forward to.

Just as she was about to return to the shanty town, a slightly hesitant voice from UU reading www.uukanshu.com stopped her pace.

"Momora..."

Catwoman turned around and found that it was Molly.

"What's the matter? Is there anything uncomfortable?" Momora noticed that his face was quite bad, as if he had lost his strength, "Or sit there for a while, I'll go to the factory and ask for a bowl of porridge—"

"No, I'm okay..." Moriel was upset at the moment. Since he left the office, the conflict between the two choices in his heart has not subsided.

He wanted to confess everything to the other party, but he was afraid that the other party would no longer forgive himself. Without that money, he would have to work in the factory for at least ten years. If he was regarded as a betrayer, Morrill could hardly imagine what the days would look like. The guilt brought by his conscience kept tormenting him, but the rational balance made it difficult for him to move.

"Are you okay?" Momora scratched her ears. "Don't force yourself."

"Um...Momora, I want to ask you a question." Mollier gritted his teeth for a while, and finally whispered, "What kind of life did you have before you came to the factory?"