Therefore, they can only continue to focus on developing their business.
While wealth may be a target for them, once it reaches a certain level, many businesses will gather together.
This is to ensure the safety of more business people.
Therefore, under the leadership of Pizzi's descendants, the Cassidra Chamber of Commerce was established.
More and more businesspeople are voluntarily joining the chamber of commerce.
Through this development, the chamber of commerce has grown stronger day by day.
Merchants protect the wealth of the Chamber of Commerce, and the Chamber of Commerce protects the safety of the merchants.
Today's chambers of commerce are so wealthy that even some major countries cannot match them.
...
After hearing everything Victor said, Zola was completely stunned.
"Mr. Victor, how do you know all this?"
This is clearly a secret known only to members of their chamber of commerce, especially to its senior management.
Viktor calmly observed her shock, his expression serene.
Just then, a crow fluttered its wings and drifted down from the sky, landing steadily on his shoulder.
Vega slowly opened his single eye, and Zola's image was reflected in its dark depths.
It raised its head and looked the woman in front of it up and down.
Zola was startled by the sudden appearance of the crow, and then Victor's voice lingered in her ears:
"There shouldn't be anything in this world that I don't know."
Zola grew increasingly terrified as he listened, his legs trembling and his face turning pale.
"Mr. Victor, what should we do?"
This matter happened in the previous generation, so why should we, the younger generation, have to bear the burden of the agreements made by our ancestors?
The Cassidra Chamber of Commerce is now so incredibly wealthy that it's practically a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered.
If such a large amount of wealth were stolen in an instant, the entire chamber of commerce would be unable to survive.
It could even trigger global economic chaos.
"Why be afraid?" Viktor's voice trailed off, drifting in the cold night wind.
"The gods have long been disillusioned with this world, and they will never return."
"Perhaps the God you are worried about is just deceiving you."
“But, but…” Zola stammered and fell silent.
Deep down, she also hoped that Victor was right.
But today, after seeing the Soul of Saint Galilee...
Then she recalled her father urging her to do everything in her power, even at the cost of a huge sum of money, to keep Viktor and gain his protection.
She seemed to sense the risks that might lie ahead.
This was something Zola could never have imagined: that threat, which had once come from the gods, was just a simple deception.
Not to mention the repeated appearances of the goddesses of justice and fertility.
Samuel's ancient royal ancestors have returned, their towering, star-like bodies awe-inspiring.
This is enough to prove the existence of the gods.
Zola couldn't help but imagine that the return of the other gods was only a matter of time.
Once that god returns to the mortal realm, the Cassidra Merchant Guild will likely be the first to suffer, which terrifies her.
Therefore, she looked at Victor nervously and asked softly:
"Mr. Victor, is there any way to stop the gods from returning?"
"I...I can pay..."
Victor glanced at Zola, his gaze lingering on her slender figure and long legs.
I wonder if her brain is filled with money, and she uses all her remaining intelligence to grow long legs.
Before Viktor could speak, a clear female voice rang out beside him:
“I have seen countless believers who praise God and hope for God’s return.”
"But this is the first time I've ever seen such despicable people as you who dare to try to stop the return of the gods."
Zola looked toward the source of the sound and saw a blindfolded nun.
Michaela placed her hands on her lower abdomen, facing the sunlight, looking incredibly sacred.
The cold wind did not turn her cheeks red; instead, they remained as rosy as ever.
She bowed to Victor:
"Praise be to the Mother Goddess of Abundance, great Mr. Victor."
Michaela straightened up, placed one hand on her chest, and said to Victor:
"Please ignore the words of such selfish people. We all yearn for the return of the gods."
Zola blushed as she listened to Michaela's words:
And who are you?
"You don't understand those gods at all; they are the real despicable thieves."
"If we let them come back, we're truly finished!"
Michaela, her eyes veiled, glanced briefly at Zola:
Please do not generalize individual behavior to the whole group.
"Just because your chamber of commerce has problems doesn't mean that believers all over the world are like you."
Zola couldn't refute the bishop, so she could only stomp her foot in frustration and look at Victor with hopeful eyes.
She seemed to hope he could give her the answer she wanted.
At this moment, Michaela smiled and said:
"And another thing."
The next second, she moved closer to Viktor.
What happened next made Zola's eyes widen in disbelief.
Mikaela stretched out her two weathered hands, grabbed one of Viktor's arms, and pulled it toward herself.
Victor's broad hand landed on Michaela's heaving chest.
"The Mother Goddess of Abundance will bring her abundance to everyone."
At that moment, not only Zola fell silent.
Even Vega stared wide-eyed, beak agape, as if he had witnessed something unbelievable, and was slightly stunned.
The world, swept by the cold wind, seemed to have fallen silent for a long time at this moment.
The birds perched on the branches stopped chirping, and the hurried wheels of the car stopped rolling as well.
Only Michaela's gentle voice remained, like a warm current flowing through Viktor's ears:
"Are you right?"
“Our great—Godfather Victor Clevina.”
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