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Bars calmed down, quickly suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, looked at several figures who had appeared at the entrance of the corridor, and laughed softly: "Can you still make people believe that you are not a cultist?"

He is the city lord of Leiden City, a gold-level transcendent, while Aaron is just a black-iron level, a down-and-out noble.

It is clear at a glance which status is higher or lower, which one is more important or less important.

Aaron glanced at the screen. The system had already generated abilities, but he really didn't have the energy to take a closer look at this moment.

"What's going on!" Ed and Dagos arrived first, strode to Aaron's side, and asked Alice.

With that said, Dagos glanced at Garcia. The blue-haired boy gestured to Aaron with his eyes but said nothing.

Afterwards, several nobles also approached and then stood aside silently observing the situation.

Lord Bars and the Iris family?

There is also a cult atmosphere?

Most of the nobles who dared to come up to join in the fun were human spirits, and they had already vaguely smelled something.

"It's nothing. There was a little dispute when I was communicating with Mr. Aaron just now. It seems that Mr. Aaron was in a rather excited mood..." Bals said nonchalantly.

However, this is not an understatement.

The mood is more exciting, and then there is a cult atmosphere?

"So, who is Aaron?"

A man wearing an emerald green robe and a bright gold headband couldn't help but say.

His appearance is slightly different from ordinary people, his face lines are more feminine and handsome, he has emerald green pupils, and there are some kind of branch-like talismans carved on the temples on both sides.

The long and pointed ears further prove his identity as an elf, or in other words, a forest elf.

"I am." Ignoring the signals from Alice, Dagus and others, Aaron slowly raised his hand to signal.

"What happened?" The man glanced at Dagos and Alice, and said in a questioning tone with a slightly gentler tone.

"It's nothing, President Jian, it's just a small conflict." Dagus still wore that smiling face and smoothed things over.

Taking advantage of Dagus' appearance, Alice pulled Aaron and introduced in a low voice: "This is the president of the Silver Leaf Chamber of Commerce branch, Jane Galenold. Also, you shouldn't talk."

At the end of her speech, there was a hint of complaint in her tone, but there was not much anger in it.

Part of the reason why Aaron is so reckless is because of her.

Even if she was curious about the source of Aaron's cult aura, she at least had to deal with the matter in front of her first.

"A little conflict." The forest elf nodded, pretending to be enlightened, glanced at Aaron, and stepped back.

No matter what this little conflict was, or how this conflict broke out, or where this cult atmosphere came from, he didn't want to know too much.

After all, as Bars said, this is the city of Leiden, the closest city to Badibira in the Kingdom of Algrant.

It’s no surprise that there’s a cult vibe here.

As long as someone is willing to endorse this guy's platform, that would be great.

"Ha, it's just a small conflict? I'm afraid it's not a small conflict if it can emit a cult atmosphere, right?" Another person said with a sneer.

As he spoke, he cast a provocative look at Dagos.

Peers are enemies, and not everyone is as easy to talk to as President Jane.

Smith-Richmond was hoping that Dagges would suffer a small loss in this matter.

It would be great if the strength of the Iris Chamber of Commerce could be weakened through this matter.

"President Smith, this is Leyden City." Dagus looked around and responded with a laugh.

Alice continued to introduce in a low voice: "He is Smith Richmond, the president of the Molten Sun Hammer Trading Company branch. He has always had a bad relationship with our Chamber of Commerce."

Dagos's eyes flashed, "The atmosphere of the cult disappeared in a flash. Isn't this a small conflict?"

Smith glanced at Aaron casually and said slyly: "The Kingdom of Algrant will never tolerate cultists."

Everyone present started talking in low voices.

"It doesn't look like anything important..."

"Interesting, the Iris family actually..."

"Hammer of the Molten Sun has long wanted Iris's fur business, and now, hehe..."

Following the low and chaotic chatter, most of the extraordinary people who went upstairs turned around and left.

You can join in some fun, but you can't join in some fun.

Anyone with a discerning eye can tell at a glance that the Hammer of the Molten Sun has probably wanted to target Iris for a long time, and today this time it is just an excuse.

Even if nothing good can be gained, it would still be a good thing if it can make Dagos and Iris disgusted.

Businessmen pay attention to harmony to make money, but it can destroy someone's wealth path like killing one's parents.

The animal furs shipped by the Iris Merchant Guild from the North have always been high-quality scroll recording materials and the raw materials for high-class furs. Many nobles are proud to own a piece of Northland furs.

The furs sold by the Hammer of the Sun come from the underground world, and their quality and reputation are not as good as those of Iris, and the sales have been unable to expand.

"Of course I'm not a cultist," Aaron said, drawing everyone's attention to himself.

Looking at Aaron's calm expression, Bals's ominous premonition became a little stronger.

Where did he get his confidence?

Just such a pale explanation?

Couldn't he see that Smith was deliberately targeting him?

Smith glanced at Aaron and sneered: "Whether you are a cultist or not is up to you."

"Then I know Master Sartre, an apprentice from Tower Master Julian of the Star Tower. You wouldn't think that Master Sartre would cooperate with a cultist, right?"

Smith was suffocated. No matter how much he wanted to target the Iris family, he absolutely did not dare to take the words.

"So what? Maybe you have been bewitched by the cultists for a long time, but you have not been contaminated yet. Of course, Master Sartre will not perform testing rituals on the people around him every day."

Bars then said, "Aaron, you don't think this can clear your suspicion, do you?"

However, Aaron looked around, stared at Bals and said: "I never thought about clearing my suspicion, because I have a simpler way, Lord Bals."

Bals saw him taking a few steps back intentionally or unintentionally, and sneered: "Do you want to escape? Do you think you can run away?"

"I'm afraid it's you who should run away, right, Lord Bars?"

Bars was startled. Before he could react, he heard Aaron slowly say: "My cult aura is from the sewer."

There is no need to explain at all, just drag Bals into the water!

Thanks to classmate Zhang for another tip~