Chapter Four Hundred and Seventeen: The Secret Alliance of the Dark Ones
Yarqui closed his mouth in surprise. He finally realized it, but he didn't know what to say. His superb social skills were completely useless at this moment.
Sorento frowned slightly, not knowing what he was thinking. After a moment, he spoke, "Mr. Lin, please forgive me. I am a long-time old friend of Mr. Yarqui. According to my understanding of Mr. Yarqui, he is definitely not a person who is owed money. If he owes you money, he will definitely return it to you as much as possible."
Lin Chen curled his lips, "Are you asking me about the number? OK." He raised a finger and shook it.
Soronto took a breath lightly, but the vampire's cautious personality still made him dare not determine Lin Chen's identity like this. He pondered for a moment and continued to tentatively, "Then Mr. Lin, does Mr. Yarqui owe you 100,000, or...1 million?"
Lin Chen shook his head, "Earl Yarqui, look, we are all well-known figures, so we won't be unhappy about this little money, what do you think?"
Yarqui was awakened by this sentence, and he didn't know whether to nod or shake his head, so he had to hum a few times. Without Sorento's consent, he did not dare to show his identity to the other party without authorization and admit that he was the one who hired the Ghost King.
"Mr. Lin..." Sorento opened his mouth as soon as he opened his mouth, Lin Chen interrupted him, "Everyone is a noble who enjoys a leisurely life, but what about me? A poor man who runs around life all day long, so I don't have as much time as you have. Three gentlemen, don't you think it's a bit strange? The wooden stake you bought back for 10 million is actually just a most ordinary rotten wood, and there is no special place. Don't you want to ask the reason?"
Sorento's stone-like heart finally twitched hard. Lin Chen's words suddenly hit him in the vital light. When he carefully sent the Holy Cross back to the dark hall of the parliament seven days ago, the Speaker replied to him after the appraisal:
"Sorento, you did a good job. After being identified by the most senior and learned old wizard in our parliament, this is indeed a holy object from the Midworld to the present, the Holy See of Light, the cross that crucified the Son of God. But it is strange that it has lost any power on it. It is now just a piece of wooden stakes of a relatively old age. Of course, the holy object has lost its effect, which is a good thing for us, but I am very curious about the reason for this, so Sorono, I order you to find out this matter. I think there is no doubt that the problem must be among the people you hired, find out this matter well, and then come to see me again."
Sorento woke up from his memories, and his ten fingers trembled slightly. At this moment, he no longer doubted Lin Chen's identity. Looking at the man sitting opposite him with an evil smile on his face, he almost couldn't help asking, "Why? Why does the cross of the Holy See..."
Lin Chen leaned on the sofa and laughed wildly, "Why? It's very simple, because I sucked up all the holy power on it."
"Ah?" The three of them were shocked. The little man suddenly stood up from his seat. Yarqui, who had just recovered from his weakness, quickly raised a mouthful of blood clan energy to guard against the other party.
Damn, this is not a laugh. The other party absorbed the power of the holy light, and it was the power of the holy light on the cross of the Holy Son, and it was completely sucked away by him. If this guy was not joking, it means that there was a holy light power in his body that was like the priests of the Holy See, which was threatening to him. This is no longer certain whether the person in front of him could be an ally.
Lin Chen waved his hand and smiled, "Relax, relax, everyone, you really don't have to be so nervous. Think about it, just like a person swallowing a poisonous snake, will you be afraid of that person because of this?"
This metaphor is really just right, and the expressions of Yarqui and the little man immediately relaxed. Perhaps Lin Chen's metaphor was too vivid. The two thought to themselves, yes, he just absorbed the power of the holy light, which does not mean that there is still holy light in his body, or that the holy light has been transformed into a part of him. He has just digested the hateful power, why should we be afraid?
Yarkui's face regained his spirit. Among the three, he and Lin Chen were still having some contact. When both sides didn't know the other party's background, the two exchanged greetings and said a few words at certain dinner parties and cocktail parties, but only that was limited to this, and the two were not very familiar with each other.
But after the situation became clear, Yarqui's kung fu in the noble social arena took advantage of the situation. He smiled implicitly, "I really couldn't imagine that Mr. Lin, I didn't expect that the owner of the Holy Immortal Lace Manor was such a powerful killer. By the way, I'll take the liberty to ask, are you the leader among 'them'?"
Perhaps some people are born with a core temperament, which can be seen at a glance. When the three of them saw Lin Chen, they all felt that this person was a person of extraordinary origin. Now it seems that even if they were not the boss of this killer organization, they were also a big boss under the boss.
Since he was talking, Sorento took over his voice. He wanted to let the other party know that he was the person responsible for the situation here. He narrowed his two walnut-like dry and swollen eyes and squeezed out a smile, "Mr. Lin, it's very honorable to meet here."
He smiled dryly at Lin Chen, "We are a group of people who keep the contract, you don't have to worry about this at all, Warsha." He greeted the little man, "Go and prepare 10 million immediately for Mr. Lin."
Waltsha was stunned. Where did you ask me to prepare 10 million at this moment? The 10 million I finally raised last time was lost by the idiot Yarqui. Who knows where the money went? Maybe it was obtained by this Chinese, but they didn't admit it. They had no choice. Who told me that the bastard who was responsible for the transaction was just concerned about running for his life.
However, in front of outsiders, Walsha didn't dare to show these thoughts, so he responded with a stern voice and pretended to go outside.
Lin Chen took out a cigar from the inner bag of the suit and ignited it. His tone suddenly became serious from talking and laughing. He glanced at Sorento and said, "Money is a small matter. Actually, I came here tonight to ask you something."
Warsha stopped immediately as if he had caught a life-saving straw and turned around. Sorento, like a peaceful old man, held his hands on his belly, but said in a dim tone, "Ah, what do you want to know? As long as I know, I will tell you that we are friends, right, helping friends is the right thing to do."
Lin Chen was still lying lazily on the sofa, but a sharp light radiated in his eyes, "Everyone from the Holy See is wearing silver medieval armor and can fly around. Who are those guys?"
Sorento did not answer Lin Chen's question, and his face changed first. He looked at Lin Chen blankly, shook his head woodenly. After a few seconds, he suddenly asked nervously, "How many of the guys you are talking about? I mean...their total number of people."
Lin Chen said without hesitation, "Twelve."
Sorento's whole body trembled, and Yarqui and Waltsha's faces changed rapidly. The old vampire's forehead was filled with cold sweat, and he murmured, "The twelve people are all here, which means..."
Lin Chen interrupted the other party's trembling words and frowned, "You haven't answered my question yet, sir, what do those twelve people do? I want to know about their identities and all the details. You must know, right?"
Soronto raised his head, looked at Lin Chen tremblingly, took a deep breath, and then slowly opened his shriveled lips, "They...they are the twelve Paladins of the Holy See, the exclusive guards around the Pope. God, all those damn Paladins have come to England, which means...their Pope must have arrived too."
Pope Lin Chen remembered that the Pope was the supreme ruler of the Holy See of Light, the leader of the priests, but he did not understand the Pope's strength, so he asked casually, "How do you know that the Pope is here too?"
Sorento shook his head and explained to a guy in front of him, "The duty of the Twelve Paladins is to protect the Pope. They will not leave the Pope at all. If they go to a distance to carry out missions, they will have to leave at least half of the people. Now all the Twelve Paladins have come to England, so it is still necessary to think about it..."
Speaking of this, Sorento suddenly remembered something, blinked his eyes and asked, "Mr. Lin, how did you know these paladins? Have you seen them? In London? Great God..."
The three of them all showed fear expressions. With the strength of the three of them, they are no match for the twelve Paladins. If they are discovered, they may not be able to escape. London is the city they are responsible for. If the Pope brings his Paladins to settle in London, it will be troublesome.
Lin Chen said lightly, "I have fought with them. The twelve people are not very powerful, but the twelve people together are a bit difficult."
Sorento widened his eyes and said in an incredible expression and tone, "What? You actually have to do with them..." He could not doubt that Lin Chen was telling lies, but he could still sit here intact after fighting with the twelve Paladins. How strong is this person's strength!
When Soronto discovered that Lin Chen's strength was far greater than he had estimated, a hint of joy surged from his heart instead of fear.
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