After Indulging in Alchemy, the Madam Was Cringed Over by the Duke

This is a fantasy world where angels and demons dance together, elves and dwarves play mahjong, and every imperial royal family member has a dragon.

In the Campbell black market, there is an ...

Chapter 189 The Troublemaker

Finally, young Master Vince, whose wallet had been ripped off by the priests along the way, remembered his business.

As the second priest's hands became increasingly restless, he brought up the important matter he had come for: "My lord, this is the merchant I mentioned to you."

Through the gauze curtain, the second priestess, Guli, looked over.

Li Aili lowered her head in a "trembling with fear" like Wendy Shani.

Guli's voice was high-pitched and cold.

"We've heard that you are lost children, sincerely seeking Your Majesty's protection?"

Very well, you sound like a charlatan right off the bat.

Along the way, Li Aili had already learned how to deal with Zhuo Er.

She raised a sincere and unashamed smile to the second priest behind the gauze curtain and said, "Yes, I will offer everything for His Majesty."

As she spoke, she calmly took out a large box of alchemical potions from her spatial ring.

I'm not going to spend any money, but I have plenty of giant potions!

Having already experienced the effects of the potion, the second priest sat up straight the moment he did.

Guli gestured to the attendant beside her.

The servants presented parchment and the seal of the Spider Saint.

Guli looked at Li Aili and said, "Her Majesty the Queen taught us that if we want to receive, we must first give."

She casually wrote down a decree of protection for the Spider Temple.

"So, what are you willing to give up for this protection from His Majesty?"

Li Aili was very quick-witted and pulled out dozens of huge boxes from her storage ring in one go.

"Bang bang bang"...

The heavy box landed on the ground.

She casually lifted one of the lids, and inside were glittering gold coins.

The priest behind the gauze curtain and young Master Vinceley displayed two completely different expressions.

Sacrificial offering: "..." A large, fat sheep.

Young Master Vince Leigh: "..." Damn it! I ordered too little!