Promotion

When they stepped on the land of the western frontier again, those who had experienced the war finally relaxed their tense nerves and smiled unconsciously.

Seeing the joyful expressions of the three family heads, the bloodline members immediately guessed that it would be good news.

The family heads did not directly announce the results of the battle, but instead asked the bloodline members to step up patrols in the near future to prevent the monsters from counterattacking.

On the other hand, they acted at full speed to send the heroes and spoils of war back to Partington as quickly as possible.

When Aurelius and his companions arrived at Partinton, two carriages were already waiting for them.

One was sent by the church, and it took the Son of God away quietly and quickly. The other was sent by the Nobles Association, and the groom raised his head, revealing a faceless face.

Aurelius immediately recognized who sent the other person. As soon as he got on the carriage, the coachman made an inviting gesture to the profiteer behind him, apparently asking the other person to come along.

The profiteer happily got into the car, and the puppet drove the two of them to the central building.

The chairman of the council was waiting for them behind the door. When he saw the two of them, his tone was very gentle.

"Thank you for your help. I never thought we could actually find the remains of the God. Is there anything you need? I will do my best to satisfy you."

Oreius thought for a moment and said, "I want to know more information."

"I can open the association's data room to you. You are very lucky. If we let the Blue Mist Tree completely digest this divine corpse, it will be difficult to defeat a god without weaknesses even with the help of the Son of God."

The profiteer smiled and said, "I hope to be properly compensated."

"The Nobles Association will reimburse all expenses. I will open the Sealed Room for you, and you can choose a Sealed Item as a reward. The Nobles Association will cooperate with the development of your Chamber of Commerce and provide some conveniences."

With the words of the Speaker of Parliament, the profiteer suddenly became the object of everyone's flattery in Partington.

"I need to thank you. The Blue Mist Tree is dead. The Monster Lord has lost a powerful subordinate. The remaining SSS-class monsters will definitely compete for his territory. Taking this opportunity, the Black Mist counterattack plan can finally be implemented."

At this point, the chairman of the council smiled and said, "You guys have cooperated so well. If Canaan wasn't the Holy Son of the Church, I would have kept you working together."

“Will the church not join in this counterattack?”

"Of course I will participate. The Lord of All Things and All Powers has issued a special decree to promote the Saint Son's killing of the [Green Mist Tree]. Before you returned, the news had spread throughout the church. They urgently need to use the next victory to lay the foundation for the Saint Son's path to godhood. However, Canaan should be busy with another matter."

At this point, there was something meaningful in the eyes of the chairman of the parliament.

"Enter the second stage of artificial god creation and complete the [Flawless Coronation]."

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The Son of God has come into the world.

He is the future god, the beloved son of the all-powerful Lord. He redeems countless human beings and heals their pain and suffering.

He killed the Green Mist Tree, dealing it a fatal blow. The priests sang his songs, wrote his scores, and sent them to the subordinate churches for people to read.

In the choir of the holy city (the department responsible for publicity), there sat a businessman in a black robe. He held a cup of steaming hot tea and gave persuasion and guidance to the church members.

"If you want to build momentum for the Son of God, you must highlight his contributions as much as possible. The others are just supporting roles."

To step on the high and praise the low, to steal the dragon and turn it into a phoenix.

The unscrupulous businessman was an excellent marketer, and the innocent priests were shocked to hear their exclamations. They had never known such exquisite skills existed in the world.

Santo coughed and handed the agreed items to the profiteer: "Thank you for taking care of me for the rest of the time, Mr. Profiteer."

"You're welcome, we are mutually beneficial."

The profiteer accepted the reward with a smile. The church hired his vest to promote another vest. Don't be a fool if you don't give away money for free. Feeling the thickness of the check, the black-robed businessman became more enthusiastic.

"This matter is of great importance. I will make sure that Mr. Canaan's killing of the Blue Mist Tree is known to the world, and live up to the church's efforts."

"That would be great."

Santo nodded with satisfaction, and thought highly of the businessman. Whether it was the intelligence last time or the initiative to help this time, the profiteer showed his outstanding strength.

With the collaboration of profiteers and the church, Canaan's reputation rose rapidly, but those who knew the truth within the Aristocratic Association became angry and dissatisfied.

"It's not just him who has done this. There are also the patriarchs of the three major families in the west and you. You should take at least half of the credit for killing the [Green Mist Tree]!"

In the Luo family's lounge, Dan complained indignantly. The red-haired young man who was sitting next to him eating snacks didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Why do you want this? I don't need this kind of reputation. It's good enough to get the benefits."

"That's different!"

Dan slammed the table, his eyes widening.

"How could our Luo family lose to the church? How could he take away your credit? No, I'm going to talk to my father and ask him to take the credit back!"

Having said this, the blond nobleman turned around and was about to leave. Aurelius hurriedly stopped him and quietly changed the subject.

"Where are Shaken and the others?"

Dan stopped and thought for a moment, then said, "Shaken and Arnold are out and haven't come back yet. How dare they go out without me!"

At this point, the blond nobleman began to grumble about the lack of loyalty among brothers. Oreius finally managed to divert his attention and heaved a sigh of relief.

As a result, Shaken and his accomplices came back in the afternoon and set him off again. These two either remained calm or did something earth-shattering. Dan was still just talking about it, but the two of them went straight to Shaken's friends and spread the news!

Aurelius never expected that the enemy would come from within. Even if he did not deliberately leak the news, someone still quietly spread the truth.

When the head of the Owen family heard the rumors outside, he raised his eyebrows.

"We are now allies with the Luo family. Since they have done this, we should help them. It is not good to let the church dominate alone."

In the Hart family, the girl put down her pen. The black cat guard stood behind her, listening to her words in silence.

"We have made a lot of money from our cooperation with the Luo family during this period. Since they want to prove it so much, let someone help them. This will help deepen the relationship between the two sides."

The guard nodded, his eyes still fixed on the other man: "I'll get someone to do it."

Even though the red-haired young man tried to stop them, there were still countless rumors circulating in private, which made him laugh and cry.

He really didn't need this credit and wanted to give it all to another alias to help Canaan complete the necessary work for the second phase as quickly as possible.

Unfortunately, the nobles regarded it as embarrassing modesty.

I really don't want the credit!

No one listened to the red-haired young man's inner cries. In the fierce competition, the unscrupulous businessman quietly took over the Chamber of Commerce where the old businessman worked.

After experiencing the ups and downs of this trip to the west, the old businessman completely gave up the idea of ​​continuing to run the Chamber of Commerce. The profiteer bought the Chamber of Commerce at a suitable price and hired the other party as a consultant to the Chamber of Commerce.

The Western Trade Qualifications would be reviewed again when trading with the Chamber of Commerce, but with the Luo family as a guarantor, the Chamber of Commerce easily passed the review.

As a result, the Black Forest Tavern gained a stable source of wine, Violet's shop became famous, and more and more unique and novel clothes became high-end commodities of the caravan and were sent to various places along with the fleet.

During this period, three forces represented by three vests spread out an intertwined network. Under the seemingly calm surface, dark waves surged, and major events continued to occur.

…

That night.

The head of the Garcia family paced back and forth in the room alone, his face full of anxiety. He was not stupid. Ever since Ai Bo lost contact, he had a very ominous premonition in his heart. Until the news of Ai Bo's betrayal came from the western border, the head of the Garcia family still held a glimmer of hope.

Maybe I made a mistake?

Maybe it's a misunderstanding?

He didn't dare to believe it or gamble, but as long as there was a slight possibility, he still had hope in his heart. But as the secret informant reported that Oleus and others returned, and Abo was not among them, the head of the Garcia family fell to the bottom of the valley.

He knew that there were countless eyes watching the Garcia family nearby, and as long as there was any disturbance, countless strong men would come to the door. In secret, he had already instructed his loyal subordinates to do their best to protect the family. But whether this would work? This was still unknown.

As he tossed and turned, he suddenly heard a sound outside the door.

The head of the Garcia family's expression changed drastically, and he asked coldly, "Who is it!?"

The man walked into the room silently, with dazzling blond hair and a burly figure. The strict guards were of no use to him. The face under the moonlight was familiar and indifferent. The moment he saw the other person's appearance, the head of the family turned pale and understood the other person's intention. But he still pretended to be calm and said in a cold voice: "Ron, what are you doing here?"

The visitor said, "You should know why I am here."

"Something must have gone wrong. Did the Speaker of the Council ask you to come? This must be a misunderstanding. The Garcia family will never betray the Noble Association!"

The head of the Garcia family retorted loudly, his voice trembling involuntarily, as if he was crying and roaring.

"Even though I did a lot to get up there, I never thought of betraying humanity! I always remember that I am a human! Ron, go tell the Speaker that I didn't betray him!!"

The blond man had a stern expression, and a hint of pity flashed in his eyes: "...I know. You are a despicable person, but you will not join the Black Mist believers. The Speaker of the Council has issued an order that if the Garcia family wants to survive, no one related to Aibo can be left."

The face of the head of the Garcia family turned pale. Apart from people of their generation, few people knew that the current head of the Luo family and the current head of the Garcia family were classmates. When they were in the Bloodline Academy, their relationship was even considered good.

At that time, the Garcia family was the last of the twelve round table families, and its ranking was precarious. Ron still remembered that the first time he saw him was one day at the beginning of the school year. He was practicing on the practice field when he suddenly heard applause.

"You used this trick really well. Are you a freshman too?"

He turned around and saw the boy standing at the entrance of the practice field, holding a newly borrowed book in his arms.

They were all still very young at that time. The young head of the Garcia family had not yet begun to shoulder the responsibilities of the family. With a gleam in his eyes, he enthusiastically discussed with him how to improve a certain move and plan the future development of the family.

He said, "Ron, one day I will be standing in the same position as you and looking at the same scenery as you."

The equally young blond noble laughed: "Okay, I'll wait for that day."

Later, the family's responsibility, the father's expectations, the reality of the waste... When they became heirs of the family and met at the round table, they were surprised to find that the other party had become their biggest enemy. The road that once set sail together eventually went to different destinations.

Ron silently watched the Garcia family master draw his weapon. The latter avoided his gaze and saw the icy white sword reflecting his face. The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were fine, implying a hint of cruelty.

He tried his best to bring his family to the top, using everyone as a tool, and lost his conscience, friends, ideals and everything. In the end, it was all in vain. It's ridiculous, too ridiculous.

The head of the Garcia family plunged the sword into his chest, and blood spurted out, splashing onto the hand holding the sword.

He stared at the person in front of him with a smirk on his face: "Ron, I'm so jealous of you... You are so lucky. If my family was as powerful as the Luo family, I would never become like this..."

The head of the Garcia family murmured, his voice becoming weaker and weaker: "I have done everything, I have given up everything, why... I can't... succeed..."

"I know, so I can't let my family down."

Ron reached out his hand to hold the other's limp body and answered in a low voice. Blood flowed down his fingers and flowed warmly to the ground. He placed the head of the Garcia family on the ground and confirmed that he was dead.

He was indeed very lucky, standing at the starting line of others since birth. Therefore, he needed to pay more to protect his important family. Ron looked at his former friend and saw his figure.

He would never fall into this state. He would definitely lead his family to prosperity. He would definitely... become a strong man and protect them.

The next day, a sensational news spread throughout the streets and alleys: Abbott of the Garcia family defected, and the head of the family committed suicide out of fear of crime. The Garcia family was expelled from the ranks of the twelve noble families of the round table, and no replacement was given for the time being.

At the same time, another piece of news spread throughout Partington. Through the mouths of countless people, it spread to all corners of the human territory, even overwhelming the news of the former.

The Speaker of the Parliament announced at the new Twelve Round Table Meeting that the [Aoyama Tree] was dead and the [Black Mist Counterattack Plan] was restarted.