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Regarding this negotiation, both Hutong and Neidan are fully sincere.

A war of words ensued, with the two sides going back and forth, advancing and retreating, and it took more than an hour before an agreement was reached.

The final result is as follows:

The Justice Sect contributed 12,000 gold coins in exchange for Hutong's support in future missionary work.

There is no priority right to preach, and the church construction site is within the designated area of ​​​​Eye Island.

But it was negotiated to retain the diocese.

To sum up, this is a victory for the Righteous Sect!

After all, Huantong has exposed his weakness, and he really needs to survive this investigation. This external situation left him seriously in a passive position.

Of course, the Justice Sect is not without its costs.

The 12,000 gold coins they paid were sponsorship fees, not debt. This means - give it away for free, and Huantong will never return it.

After this negotiation.

Guangke asked Neidan privately: "Your Majesty, the total funds we brought to develop the diocese this time are only 20,000 gold coins."

"Now that half of it has been given away, how much money can be left to preach?"

"Don't forget, church construction is also a huge expense."

Neidan smiled: "Don't worry, this time it will definitely be worth the money."

"With Huntong's tendency and assistance, we will definitely be able to tear off a piece of flesh in Fortune Parish."

"As for funds, they are indeed insufficient."

"But it doesn't matter, I've already thought of a solution."

"Oh, what is it?" Guangke asked.

Neidan looked at him: "It's all thanks to you. Before that, I obtained the consent of the secular lords on Snake Rat Island and established a parish."

"Snake Island and Double Eye Island are very close to each other. Our two parishes can be regarded as one."

"In the future, some religious tax revenue can be raised from Snake and Rat Island to fund the construction of the parish on Double Eye Island."

"Of course, there will still be a lack of funds, and we will go through a relatively difficult development period."

"But no matter how hard it is, what does it mean for the cause of my lord?"

Guangke looked solemn: "Yes, as long as it can expand my lord's career, I will always be loyal and dedicated. What does a little hardship mean?"

Neidan laughed and patted Guangke on the shoulder: "Actually, there are other solutions."

"Didn't you personally teach a mercenary group leader?"

"His name is Dragon Suit, right?"

"As far as I know, the Dragon and Lion Mercenary Group is the most popular in the fish-men offensive and defensive battles."

"This group of people has a deep background and is very rich. They were the profit makers in the fish-men offensive and defensive battles. They even bought the magic ship Bandage when they left the island."

"Let's see if we can contact them?"

“Let them contribute some funds?”

Guangke immediately recalled the appearance of the dragon boy. He smiled and said: "It's not just the attack and defense of the fishmen. When they were on Snake Island, we defeated the Rouzang Pirates together. Their performance was already very outstanding."

"It can even be said that without them participating in the war, we would have lost the naval battle!"

"Long Fu is an amazing young man. He took the initiative to join the religion. He is very savvy and has his own understanding of the teachings."

"I believe that as long as he is led correctly, he will definitely become a devout believer and a capable member of our Lord's cause!"

"If they are still around, I can try to contact them."

The dragon boy left a deep impression on Guangke.

This impression is quite good.

Moreover, the time between the two of them was not long.

But Guangke did not expect that although the separation was not long, during this period, the Dragon and Lion Mercenary Group had undergone tremendous improvements and changes.

The dragon-man boy in his mind has transformed into a fish-man boy.

Hua Hua Hua.

The sound of surging water filled my ears.

The fish-man boy kept sinking in the sea.

"here……"

"I dreamed of this again."

He looked around, and he was already quite familiar with this dreamland.

Sea water, whirlpools.

"So, I prayed in my sleep again?"

Although the fish-man boy is aware of his true situation, his thinking speed is very slow, far slower than normal.

"Wait, what is that?"

As a young fishman, he sank to a new depth under the sea and discovered a huge black shadow hidden in the maelstrom.

The shadows were like mountains, and he was gradually sinking into the shadows.

The next moment, the fishman boy suddenly opened his eyes and struggled to wake up from his sleep.

Huh, huh...

He panted heavily, his rapidly beating heart slowly calming down.

"The concentration of the Bolangyu blood... has reached 67%."

The fishman boy had been looking forward to this for a long time.

This is a very significant achievement!

According to the characteristics of the Bolangyu bloodline, as long as the concentration reaches the sanctuary level!

Originally, the fish-man boy's level limit was at the gold level, but now his future space has been expanded again.

The expectation has been realized, but the joy in the heart of the fishman boy is not much.

He couldn't help but hear the sound of the huge mysterious black shadow deep in the sea of ​​​​the maelstrom.

"What exactly is that?"

"According to the records in the magic image, when I pray in my sleep, spiritual navigation and other magical spells will be cast on my body."

"Could it be that that huge mysterious black shadow is the true form of Charming Blue God?"

“I am continually drawing closer to Him!”

Thinking of this, the joy in the fishman boy's heart was gone. Instead, there was a hint of chill.

Tan Mo looked at him with strange eyes, and there was also a chill in his eyes.

He thought for a long time, but couldn't think of a good way. The paint is like a boulder blocking the way, severely squeezing his space for performance.

It was not that there were no ways around the paint, but Tanmo was not satisfied with the expected results of using these methods to solicit bribes.

Just as Hutong sees him, he is greedy by nature and will never be satisfied with such a gain.

Therefore, he took the initiative to find out the difference in his eyes privately.

"Talk to me about Hun Tong."

"You have been the person in charge here for so many years, and you are a member of the Hun Tong tribe. You should know him very well."

"How much information do you have about him?"

Tan Mo stopped pretending and spoke directly of his needs, with a very strong tone and look.

After all, he is at the gold level, and his eyesight is only at the bronze level.

No need to be polite!

To be too polite, for a gold-level person, is to degrade yourself and bring humiliation to yourself.

His eyes looked troubled: "Master Tan Mo, you just said that Master Hutong and I are relatives of the same clan."

"What am I doing to collect information about him?"

"Even if I collect them, I can't sell them as commodities."

"I have betrayed even my clan members and relatives. How should the people around me, my subordinates and my superiors view me?"

"I will never do this kind of betrayal!"

Yan Yi refused very simply and his attitude was very firm.

"Hahaha." Tan Mo sneered, glanced out the window, looked at the sea view for a while, then turned around and said, "Yun Wei, you are very principled, I appreciate this very much."

"You are also very resourceful. The secret agent Qingxin, codenamed Mishui, was originally the candidate to take over your position, but you ended up getting her to be with the Necromancer. The whole process was reasonable and there was no fault in it."

"But my eyes are strange. Although this matter is very in line with the regulations, do you think the superiors will have no opinions or opinions on you just because it is in line with the regulations?"

The look in his eyes changed.

Tan Mo's voice continued to reach Yan Wei's ears, and it was extremely cold: "You are only a bronze-level person, but you still hold great power."

"The taste of power is so wonderful that you can't help yourself."

"Perhaps it also blinded you and made you think you were powerful?"

"Can you really recognize your situation and see the reality clearly?"

"Give me a small example."

Tan Mo showed a trace of killing intent: "I will kill you now, it won't take a second!"

Yan Yi gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and his face was pale.

In just one minute, his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

Seeing his persistence, Tan Mo couldn't help but have a strange look in his eyes.

However, now that the tapping is in place, there is no need to force it. Slow down for better results.

"Think about it carefully. I am a reasonable person." Tan Mo eased his hand.

Yan Yi left with a sad face.

Two or three hours later, he took the initiative to find Tanmo, with a bleak look on his face: "I checked the old situation, and there are indeed some places where I can make a fuss."

"But, I don't want to give it to you directly."

"Master Tanmo, you know, I am only a bronze level person."

"If I gave the information directly to you, my career would be ruined."

"Because not only did I use the information in my hand for personal gain, but I also framed my own people."

This is the world of the strong.

The foundation of strength lies in blood.

Bloodline naturally brings strong ties with relatives and strong identification with relatives.

Therefore, framing one's own clan members is a very bad character and is despised by the world.

It is very normal for people with eye abnormalities to have this concern.

"You want me to 'discover' this information myself in a clever way?" Tan Mo chuckled.

He made no secret of his sarcasm.

In his opinion, this was just taking off his pants and farting, which was unnecessary.

This method of covering up is actually useless. People in high positions often look at actions and the results of events. The cover-up of their differences is at best a transparent veil. Its biggest effect may only be to deceive himself, but cannot deceive others at all.

"Okay, let me 'discover' that information myself." Tan Mo nodded and decided to put on a show, in exchange for his cooperation.

Tan Mo had no intention of helping Yan Yi.

The difference between their eyes was just that of a bronze medal, and the two of them were not pretentious at all. The sight itself is not worthy of his help.

Besides, if you sympathize with Yan Yi and don't sacrifice Yan Yi, how can Tanmo ask for a bribe from Huantong?

With an ugly look on his face, he tried his best to fight for himself: "I need to be an intermediary to help you, Mr. Tan Mo, and Mr. Hutong in the subsequent negotiations."

Tan Mo also agreed to this choice, and at the same time sneered in his heart: No matter how much you participate, no matter how innocent you act, it's useless.