The first thousand two hundred and sixty-two chapters wonderful story (six thousand, ask for a monthly ticket)
Upon hearing that there was money in the box, and that they were all Nian's latest financial instruments, Archbishop Stanislaus immediately became energetic.
Nai'an was originally just a wild land. But after the governance of Lord Luo, it has now become a magical place, a hot land full of gold.
As long as something new appears there, people will be crazy about it.
So, looking at the box, he couldn't hold it any longer and couldn't wait to open it. At this time, after hearing De Rossi's invitation, he stepped forward and opened the box without delay.
Cover. Then he bent down and looked inside the box.
King Inholt was also curious and couldn't help but come over to see what this small box, which could be worth millions, was.
Everyone looked intently and saw that most of the boxes of white paper were neatly stacked in the box.
The paper is smooth and flat, as white as snow, and it also exudes a light fragrance. At a glance, you can tell that this is paper produced by Nai'an Flying Eagle Paper Co., Ltd. It is not only of high quality, but also has a special fragrance added to it, which can also repel insects.
It is resistant to decay and easy to preserve.
It is the perfect paper for making a contract.
"Is this it?" Stanislaus murmured, with a greedy light in his eyes.
This is roughly tens of millions worth of stocks and bonds, right?
Although this paper is thin, each piece represents thousands of gold.
Even though he was bored in a small place like the Kingdom of Leiria all day long, Archbishop Stanislaus did not know anything about stocks, a tool for making money.
On the contrary, Archbishop Stanislaus himself knew very clearly about financial instruments such as ‘stocks’, ‘futures’ and ‘bonds’.
For a long time, Fantino has distributed the original shares purchased as a benefit to the archbishops of various dioceses, including Stanislaus.
Vatican, the headquarters of the Holy See, and Naian have a strategic partnership. Pope Hilmeria has a very good relationship with Lorraine, the governor of Naian. Vatican has poured out a lot of cash on the Naian stock exchange.
Some of these were purchased with public funds, and some were purchased by bishops in their private capacity.
Because of their close relationship with Governor Lorraine and Chairman Leo, they can always buy original stocks with great prospects for appreciation. Therefore, they make a lot of profits.
Under such circumstances, naturally no one would make any more noise about His Majesty the Pope giving birth to a son...er, adopting a son.
If everyone turned a blind eye to those rumors before, now they all hate those rumors and express strong and just condemnation.
After everyone has had a full meal, they often voluntarily and voluntarily take the dogs of the Inquisition to patrol the streets. Whoever dares to spread rumors and cause trouble will be sent to prison immediately. Defend the glory of the Pope with practical actions.
and purity.
Even under the encouragement of various red envelope bonuses, a few shameless people who like to flatter and stir up trouble have repeatedly sent petitions to the Holy See, strongly demanding that His Majesty the Pope now establish the throne. The child who is just over one year old
Refers to the next pope.
Although this proposal was sternly rejected by His Majesty the Pope, which made those little bastards very frustrated, but this did not prevent everyone from clearly knowing such a thing - those little bastards were
The year-end bonus red envelopes were all generous, and each person also received a Lamborghini luxury carriage.
Let everyone see it and feel all kinds of envy, jealousy, and hatred.
In this environment where "everyone gets rich together", the leaders naturally understand the benefits of following His Majesty the Pope and Naian's footsteps.
As the Bishop of the Kingdom of Leiria, Stanislaus is not a direct descendant of His Majesty the Pope, but he is not far away. Otherwise, His Majesty the Pope would have replaced him long ago - His Majesty the Pope passed by
After several political struggles, she has matured a lot. And everyone knows that once a woman gets violent, she is more terrifying than a lion.
Bishop Stanislaus also knew the inside story of stock manipulation. Fantino had long warned them that except for the original shares designated by the headquarters, it would not matter whether anyone went to the stock market to win or lose.
To use the exact words of a big boss at the headquarters: "We won't stop you. Love it to death~"
Archbishop Stanislaus, who was well versed in political language, had already understood Fantino's meaning at the first opportunity.
Therefore, Archbishop Stanislaus was furious when he learned that his mistress Chanzi had misappropriated his own money and lent it to De Rossi for stock trading and lost everything.
At the beginning, De Rossi also borrowed money from the archbishop. He also promised a 10% high interest rate, but in the end he was rejected by the sober archbishop.
But he was heartbroken about that for a long time.
Now that he saw stocks and bonds worth tens of millions in front of his eyes, Archbishop Stanislaus couldn't help but start to regret in his heart, and thought to himself: If I had known that this guy could make money, I should have lent him more in the first place.
Prince de Rossi admired the changing expressions of King Imholt and Archbishop Stanislaus, and smiled in victory.
At this moment, Mr. De Rossi felt like a director in control of everything, while King Imholt, the Crown Prince, and the Archbishop were just a few stupid third-rate actors, performing the story he had expected in his heart according to the script he had written.
Archbishop Stanislaus couldn't help but rub his hands and lick his lips to prevent his saliva from flowing out. As if touching the statue of the God of Light, he cautiously reached out and picked up a piece of white paper in the box. For fear of fear,
If you use more force, the paper will be torn.
Stanislaus held the paper in front of him with both hands, frowned, and asked in confusion: "White paper?"
The archbishop threw away the clean white paper, took another one out of the box, and looked at it carefully.
Why is it still blank????
Archbishop Stanislaus simply took out a pile from the box and turned it over in his hand.
They are all white papers... fake!" Archbishop Stanislaus angrily threw the pile of hundreds of white papers back into the box, and was about to turn around and question Mr. De Rossi.
Suddenly, I heard a soft "clang" sound in my ears, and my back instantly felt cold.
Archbishop Stanislaus couldn't help but be startled for a moment, then slowly lowered his head, and was surprised to find a bright sword tip emerging from his chest.
He stared blankly at the tip of the sword, as if he couldn't believe it was real. It wasn't until he felt severe pain that he realized he had been stabbed from behind~!!!
The severe pain instantly took away the Archbishop's strength. The Archbishop turned his head with difficulty and saw Mr. De Rossi standing behind him. A cold smile appeared on his face.
"You, you, help..." Archbishop Stanislaus opened his mouth, trembling and wanted to shout.
A stern look flashed across Mr. De Rossi's face. He tightened his grip on the hilt of the sword and twisted his wrist. The archbishop took a deep breath of pain, grabbed the sword in front of his chest with both hands, and his legs softened as he slowly fell to the ground.
Seeing the bloody scene, King Imholt jumped up from his chair.
He was frightened and frightened. He pointed at De Rossi with trembling arms and shouted angrily: "You... what are you doing?"
Crown Prince Matthias reacted quickly. He pulled out his long sword, stepped forward and pointed at Mr. De Rossi, and shouted sternly: "De Rossi, you actually used your sword in front of the king. This is treason, guards."
,guard,guard~!”
As he shouted, the four personal guards guarding the king immediately drew their weapons and rushed forward, standing between King Imholt and the De Rossi father and son to prevent him from attacking the king.
Prince de Rossi stepped on the back of Archbishop Stanislaus who fell to the ground. He lifted his arm forcefully and pulled out the sword.
Blood spurted out immediately, splashing all over Mr. De Rossi's head and face.
But he didn't seem to notice it at all, and slowly wiped the blood on the sword on Archbishop Stanislaus's white robe.
Finally, he turned around and faced the king and the crown prince calmly, with no expression of excitement after killing someone on his face.
"I said, I will solve the problem within today and give an explanation to everyone who asks me for money." Mr. De Rossi walked leisurely in front of King Imholt and the guards with his sword in hand.
King Imholt took a few steps back, stood next to his son, and said with a shocked look on his face: "De Rossi, are you crazy? Look what you just did, you murdered the archbishop, and used a box of white wine to kill the archbishop.
Paper deceives your king."
De Rossi bowed slightly to the king and said with an elegant smile: "Your Majesty, this is my explanation. I will kill the creditor. Will no one ask me for debt?"
What do you think, this is a genius idea, isn’t it?”
King Inholt suddenly trembled with anger. Not long ago, he thought De Rossi was a shrewd person and praised him greatly. However, he did not expect De Rossi to be so shrewd and perverted.
He pointed at De Rossi's face and shouted sternly: "You crazy bastard, I originally wanted to spare your life.
Now it seems that there is no need for him. Guards, take him down and kill him if he resists."
In the midst of his shrill shouting, the four Ouchi masters shouted in unison, stepped forward to surround De Rossi and his son, raised their weapons and prepared to attack.
Crown Prince Matthias couldn't help but laugh ferociously.
De Rossi and his son are seeking their own death. Just now, he was worried about where this kid could actually conjure millions and wipe out his own sins.
Now it seems that worry is unnecessary. Idiots are idiots. At this point, they dare to kill people and resist.
Mathias can finally kill the annoying Mr. De Rossi openly.
He knew clearly: De Rossi's swordsmanship was not very good. Under the siege of four masters, he would only die.
He opened his eyes wide and looked expectantly at the scene of De Rossi being torn apart by swords.
What surprised him was that Mr. De Rossi stood with his sword straight, unhurried, with a terrible sneer on his face.
He couldn't help but be startled. At this moment, the door suddenly made a loud "bang" sound, and the heavy wooden board shattered into thousands of pieces, shooting into the house like raindrops.
The unexpected turn of events caused the guards to hesitate: according to the script, the guards waiting outside the door should have heard the news and came in.
"But there's no need for them to smash the door, right?" Someone had a question in their mind.
Out of instinct, everyone turned their heads to look.
The next moment, four strange black figures slowly walked in from outside the gate.
Crown Prince Matthias looked at them in surprise and blurted out: "Who are you? Where are the Praetorian Guards? Where are my Praetorian Guards?"
One of the men in black robes said casually: "Which humans are you talking about? They turned into blue smoke and disappeared."
Then, all the men in black laughed.
Mr. De Rossi raised his sword and pointed at the Imholt Kingdom and the Crown Prince, and said with a smile: "Then, it will be your turn next."
The Guards did not appear, but four mysterious people appeared. The Inholt Kingdom couldn't help but be startled, and a terrible thought suddenly jumped out of its mind: ***, is De Rossi going to rebel?~!!
He forced himself to calm down and said: "You... who are you?"
The man in black robe ignored King Imholt, walked to the archbishop's body, raised his toes and turned the protagonist's body over.
Archbishop Stanislaus died with his eyes wide open and his chest was stained with blood.
The man in black robe patted Master De Rossi on the shoulder and praised, "Well done."
Mr. De Rossi bowed slightly in greeting and said: "I handed in my certificate of surrender, now it's your turn to fulfill your promise."
"Don't worry," the man in black robe said, flicking his wide sleeves: "The promise of the immortal is more important than life."
"Eternal... Eternal One??" King Imholt's eyes widened in horror.
He looked at the man in black and said in a trembling voice: "You... are you necromancers? Kill them. Kill them for me. Where are the guards, where are all the guards dead~!"
The four Ouchi guards looked at each other, and at the same time, they wielded their long swords and stabbed the four necromancers. They struck quickly and fiercely, and they cooperated with each other tacitly.
The necromancer stood motionless, watching with mocking eyes as the sharp sword pierced his body.
The feeling of piercing the vagina came, and the four Ouchi guards were overjoyed, secretly succeeding.
No matter how powerful the mages are at long range, they will turn into soft-footed shrimps once they get close to them. These four necromancers look stupid, but they have no combat experience at all.
But what frightened them was that the impaled Necromancer had no expression on his face. It was as if they were not the ones who had been stabbed to the core.
In panic, the guards pulled out their swords, gritted their teeth and plunged them into Hei Renren's body. Then they pulled out and stabbed again.
But what made them despair was that the necromancer seemed to have no feeling at all, and did not fall down at all, and there was a mocking look in his eyes, as if he was watching a naughty child fighting with an adult.
The leader of the necromancer screamed, then raised his hand and grabbed the guard who kept stabbing him.
The guard felt a suction coming from him and pulled him into the necromancer's hand.
The guard struggled back with all his strength. The strength was so great that his face turned pale, but he was still pulled into the Necromancer inch by inch.
"No, no, save me, come and save me." The guard shouted loudly and sternly, but the others were too busy to take care of themselves at this time.
The king's face turned pale and he kept backing up until he was pressed against the wall.
The crown prince was so shocked that he stood there blankly, staring blankly at everything that happened in front of him.
The necromancer looked at the guard with a ferocious smile, spread his fingers, and hooked his fingers inwards forcefully.
"Ah..." The attendant screamed, and his head hit the necromancer's hand.
The necromancer dug his hand into the guard's face and raised his arms to lift the strong guard into the air.
The guard struggled wildly, grabbing the necromancer's wrist with both hands, and his legs swayed in the air as if he were sprinting.
His body shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a deflated ball.
In just a few seconds, the guard's arms and legs hung down limply, leaving only black skin and bones on his limbs.
The necromancer threw the dead attendant on the ground, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and murmured: "The power of life, praise the darkness."
The corpse of the guard on the ground had turned into a mummy-like corpse, with his mouth opened to an incredible width, and his eyes were left with empty eye sockets, which looked terrifying.
Duke de Rossi was so frightened that he sat down on the ground. Even the bold young master de Rossi couldn't help but grab his collar.
The necromancer's originally yellow and shriveled skin suddenly became shiny. He shook his shoulders and said in a disdainful tone: "Don't confuse us with humble mages. We are the real immortals and noble lichs."
"Lich~!" King Imholt shouted in panic.
They all know how terrifying the lich is. Not long ago, Edin Island was destroyed by the lich, and Lorraine's pursuit of the lich all over the world caused a sensation in the world.
Humans are full of fear towards the lich who can kill an entire city with just one person.
Crown Prince Mathias suddenly woke up at this time, and the situation began to turn against him. The Crown Prince opened his eyes wide, stared at De Rossi angrily, and cursed: "You actually colluded with the undead, you despicable scoundrel
You are a vicious child, you will become the public enemy of the mainland, and you will die without any body parts."
The last four guards were sucked into mummies by the lich, and the lich surrounded Mr. De Rossi.
Mr. De Rossi held his head high and said with a victor's attitude: "You are worrying too much, my dear brother. No one will know."
Matthias snorted coldly and said, "You can't hide it from the people."
Mr. De Rossi smiled jokingly and said: "Let me tell you a tragic story. The protagonist of the story is your eldest brother, Crown Prince Matthias.
In the first half of the story, the Crown Prince has always been dissatisfied with his princess and wants to marry Miss Sophie. Of course, his uncle will not agree. That woman is good. But her background is too low. You can just play for fun, don't take it so seriously.
.”
Prince Matthias didn't know what Mr. De Rossi was going to do. He held his sword across his chest and said nervously: "How do you know?"
De Rossi sneered and said: "The whole country knew it, and then one day, like today, the accumulated conflicts broke out.
Crown Prince, my dear brother insisted on marrying Miss Sophie, and had a fierce quarrel with his uncle. Then..."
Prince de Rossi pointed at the crown prince and then at the king, smacking his lips and saying regretfully: "Brother, the crown prince, you have lost your mind. You killed your uncle brazenly, and you just used the sword in your hand, and you didn't even throw it away."
Prince Matthias threw the sword in his hand hastily.
Mr. De Rossi shrugged and said: "You killed the archbishop who broke up the fight again. When you came to your senses, brother, you were so distraught that you finally drew your sword and committed suicide. That's it."
Mr. De Rossi spread his hands and said, "Do you think the story I created is wonderful?"
King Imholt gritted his teeth and looked like he was crazy, and said fiercely: "You will not succeed~!"
The king suddenly pushed the prince in front of him, and watched him rush towards De Rossi, while he took a step forward. He wanted to escape from the window, and at the same time shouted loudly: "Help, someone comes to protect him, protect him~!"
"
The Lich raised his arm to separate King Imholt and the Crown Prince, and a spell accurately hit them.
The two people fell to the ground one after another and lay motionless, with only their eyes still able to move flexibly.
Prince de Rossi stepped forward, picked up the sword thrown by the Crown Prince, dragged it on the ground and slowly walked towards the Crown Prince.
Looking at the crown prince's eyes filled with hatred and hatred, Mr. De Rossi smiled and raised his sword and said: "Actually, I have always hated you, and I also know that you have always hated me, but in the end, I am the winner."
Pressing down hard with both arms, the long sword pierced the crown prince's heart. Mr. De Rossi was worried and twisted it. He watched helplessly as the crown prince's eyes slowly lost their sparkle and became hollow. Only then
Draw out the long sword.
Blood splattered on his face and body.
Then De Rossi walked up to King Imholt, knelt down and looked into the king's eyes.
The king shook his head slightly, his eyes weak, begging De Rossi not to do anything.
De Rossi sighed and said: "You can go without worry, Leiria will flourish in my hands, and I will be the overlord of the new world."
He raised his sword and stabbed King Imholt several times, watching the king take his last breath.
De Rossi took a deep breath and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Just looking into Imholt's eyes, De Rossi almost wanted to run away.
"Hahahaha~!" Duke de Rossi's laughter came from behind.
Duke De Rossi walked up quickly, patted his son on the shoulder with approval, and said: "Well done~!"
Then he couldn't wait to pick up the crown that was rolled on the hand, wiped the dust on it, put it on his head with both hands raised, and put his hands on his hips like King Imholt was accustomed to do, and said to his son happily: "
How do I look? This country is ours now."
Mr. De Rossi smiled and nodded, saying: "Father, you look very much like a king. Oh, by the way, I haven't finished telling the story just now."
Duke De Rossi was turning around to see if his clothes matched the crown, and casually said: "What else?"
Prince de Rossi smiled and pointed his sword at the Duke. He pushed the hilt hard and stabbed his father in the chest mercilessly, saying: "You were also killed in the accident."
The Duke opened his mouth in disbelief and looked at his son. He never dreamed that his precious son would kill him with his own hands.
Prince de Rossi released the hilt of his sword, took off the crown from his father's head, and let the Duke fall to the ground.
After weighing the crown in his hands and looking at it, De Rossi threw it to the ground and murmured: "It's not worthy of me."
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