Blackstone Code

Not long after, Lynch's appearance made Rika understand how the high priest in Nagalil knew the word "fund".

Lynch didn't pretend to cater to the local religious habits like the foreigners who settled in the local area. He didn't pinch his hands to wish everyone happiness. He just watched calmly and said "Hello".

Including the high priest, Lynch just said "hello" as a way of greeting when they met.

He glanced at Rika, and Rika lowered his head under Lynch's gaze. He was still a little afraid of Lynch, and the pain of the fracture was hard to forget so easily.

He didn't notice Rika's shrinking and lowering his head. When he made these actions, some hope remaining in the high priest's eyes was also shattered, and it became normal again.

"You leave first, I have something to talk to Mr. Lynch." The high priest spoke, and he looked at his favorite little son, who bent over, spread his hands, and left backwards.

He didn't resist, because whether it was Lynch or the high priest in this room, they were existences that he couldn't fight against. He didn't have the mind or ability to fight.

After seeing the Rika left in Lynch's mouth, the high priest stood up and walked not far from Lynch. He couldn't sit cross-legged in front of this young man, which was disrespectful to the strong.

Lynch may not be a "strong man" in the traditional sense, the kind of strong man with strong physical strength, but he is the kind of strong man who has wealth and strong wealth, stronger than a strong man who is purely physically strong.

Of course, when facing him, you also need to show your respect.

"This way, please, the air here is not very good..." The high priest invited Lynch to go over the furnishings in the room, and walked out through a small door on the side of an inconspicuous wall at the back, and then everything changed. You have to suddenly see the light.

No less than the natural environment of the provincial governor's house, there are many tropical trees with high crowns, and there is a road paved with small stones on the ground, which is very clean.

The cool wind makes people feel refreshed. Whether it is the provincial governor or the high priest, they are all people who know how to enjoy themselves.

"Vororica told me about his experience in the Federation during this time. He didn't tell the whole story. He concealed some things. I can see that. I hope you can tell me, except for the ordinary things he said. Besides, what else happened?"

While walking, the high priest raised his confusion first.

He could tell that his youngest son had experienced a tremendous growth. As a father, these children might think that he did not pay enough attention to them. In fact, he had always cared about these children, and what he cared most about was his little son. son.

He knew what a bad child he was. He was like a bastard since he was a child, because he was born in such a family, his father was the high priest, and Rika's status was higher than that of the governor's sons. He could do whatever he wanted. do whatever he wants.

He was no longer a virgin when he was fourteen years old, he liked to bite and torture the opposite sex, he was moody.

But it doesn't matter, who made him do well in his previous life and cast a good pregnancy, and become the child of the high priest in this life, he deserves what he did.

Everyone who believes in religion thinks so, and believes more and more that as long as he can bear all the injustices now, he will also have the opportunity to be born in a family like a high priest or a governor in the future, and enjoy the pain inflicted on them today The same power as those people, as well as fun.

This time when Rika came back from the Federation, he changed, he became calmer, his temperament became more introverted, and he was not so ostentatious. He finally became like a normal person.

This pleased the high priest, but he was also very curious about what caused this child to undergo such a huge change.

This is a good change, especially when he can't use his power to protect that child in the future. Every growth and progress he makes now can reduce his chances of encountering danger in the future.

He looked at Lynch seriously, "Even if there are some... I don't care about it, I'm just curious, what made him grow up."

Lynch was not as hesitant or ashamed to speak as the high priest imagined, he just said one word - pain.

"I broke his bones, Your Excellency the High Priest, while he was awake. Of course, there must be a reason for me to do this."

"You know, the Commonwealth is a society ruled by law. What he thinks is normal here can keep him in prison for the rest of his life in the Commonwealth. So I used pain to make him understand a truth."

"In the Federation, he is just an ordinary person, not anyone's child, and has no privileges!"

The high priest kept nodding his head after listening, "Very good, you did a good job. I'm too old, and sometimes I don't want to do anything to these little things. You helped me fill in the vacancy in this part."

The high priest, whose face was full of wrinkles and tattoos, looked kindly at this moment, but no one knew that he personally ordered not long ago that the Dharma Guardian God should kill those sinners who destroyed the temple.

The so-called benevolence, the so-called soft hands, are only emotions that are born when he treats his own children.

To other people's children?

That might just be a luxury.

"I didn't go to school, I don't have the qualifications you mentioned, but I know that people learned to walk and run through wrestling. The forms of them may be different, but the essence is the same, just like the truth."

"Vororika came back and talked to me about some things. He wanted everyone in the family to go to the Federation to settle down, and I got some from some places..."

He smiled, "Intelligence, my old opponent has already sent his family members on a cruise ship to the Federation, is that so?"

As the two walked, the light became stronger and stronger, and the woods were about to go out.

The strong light outside the woods made it difficult for Lynch in the dark to see the scene behind the strong light, and he focused more on the high priest, "Yes, I watched them get on the boat."

"I also agreed to Boluo Ruika's request. I decided to send my children to the Federation. They are not familiar with the environment there at all. I am worried that they will make mistakes."

"So..." the high priest paused for a while, "I hope you can give them some help, control their behavior, and teach them how to become a person suitable for living in the Federation."

"At the same time, I also hope to ask you one thing..."

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"What?" Lynch asked.

"Help me set up a foundation. I am worried that they will hate each other because of the money in my hands, and even do stupid things. I am also afraid that they will encounter liars and let them have nothing."

"The only thing I can trust is you, Mr. Lynch, if you can help me, then you only need to protect their lives."

When he was about to walk out of the woods, the high priest stopped, and he looked at Lynch, with a gleam of brilliance in his cloudy eyes.

In fact, it was not easy for him to make this decision. It didn't seem like a smart choice to hand over all his life savings to someone he didn't know well, and his children would be controlled by this person. .

But this is another very smart choice. The high priest has talked about gods and gods for many years in his life. People only pay attention to the process of him conveying a certain idea on behalf of the gods, but they forget that his greatest ability in this life is to see people.

He has seen so many people, so many that he can't count them. Some of these people are poor, some are rich, some are in power, and some are untouchables. He has enough understanding of human nature.

From Rika not daring to bring up the conflict between him and Lynch, to when he bowed his head in the face of Lynch to express his surrender and concession, this made the high priest understand a truth.

If Lynch has evil thoughts in his heart, none of his children can escape. You know, they are in Nagalil now, on the territory of his high priest, and even his favorite children dare not resist Lynch If these bastards have a long tail after the federation, they may have started to wag their tails and beg for mercy.

Instead of letting them hold wealth that does not conform to their status and attract malicious gazes, it is better to use part of this wealth in exchange for their stable life.

The high priest can live another ten years, and the money he gets in the future doesn't need to be distributed to Lynch.

This is a deal, exchanging the operating rights and equity of a foundation for the quiet and prosperous life of his children.

"Why not?" Lynch agreed without much thought, "I will send them to school, ask special people to teach them some knowledge that must be mastered in life in the Federation, and within my ability, solve their problems. I will try my best to solve some troubles!"

With this answer, the high priest heaved a sigh of relief, and he stretched out his hand to move forward, "Come with me, I will show you some good things..."

The two walked through the woods, crossed the boundary between light and shadow, and after the pupils quickly adjusted to suit the light at this time, a golden mountain appeared in front of Lynch.

A golden mountain, a golden mountain in various senses, is a hill made of gold bars and gold cakes, more than two meters high, with gold bars and gold cakes scattered all over the place.

The high priest stepped forward, picked up a piece, weighed it in his hand, and threw it at Lynch.

The shock in Lynch's heart quickly faded, he casually caught the piece of gold cake thrown by the high priest, and looked at it carefully.

Soon he discovered that the value of this small gold mountain was actually not as much as he had imagined, because its content did not seem to be very high.

Some places are obviously whitish, and some places are purple or red. These are not the characteristics of pure gold. There are too many other metals mixed in it. It seems more accurate to say that it is a gold alloy.

The high priest stood in front of this pile of gold, looked at these little golden things, and sighed deeply, "This is what I have saved in my life..."

"How much do you think they are worth?"