Chapter 235 An Su: Dad, the Church asked me to bring you a message!

Border, Morning Star Territory.

It was still drizzling in the imperial capital, but the Morning Star Territory was clear and sunny. The setting sun slowly sank into the pale blue plain, and the rosy glow passed over the wooden houses and towers of the outpost. Over a few wooden railings, one could see the shadows of a few castles on the hillside, swaying in the afterglow of the summer dusk along with the warm evening breeze. Continuing along the avenue, one could see the Morning Star Manor guarded by the castle.

Mr. Carlo Morningstar, as the head of the Morningstar family, is very busy all the time, just as he explained to Ansu, and asked Ansu not to bother him with serious matters.

This child is so disappointing. He has been obsessed with studying since he was a child. He has no self-control in learning. He only knows how to do serious work every day. He does not have any of the fine traditions of a playboy who indulges in eating, drinking and gambling. It is really difficult for Count Carlo to entrust such a large territory to him with confidence.

This kid is a useless Feiwu. Anyone can do something like squandering money. Even the two idiots next door can do it, but An Su can't. He can't even do such a simple thing, which means he is a waste.

Count Carlo was worried about Ansu, so he had to manage the territory himself.

For example, at this moment, with the assistance of the tribune, Count Carlo is busy dealing with important affairs of the Morning Star Territory.

"Your Excellency Carlo, the envoy of the Theocracy has arrived." The tribune reported to Count Carlo respectfully, "He is waiting for you at the embassy now. He wants to discuss the matter of the Morning Star Family joining the Theocracy of Awad."

The Theocracy has been trying to corrupt the revolutionary will of the three border families in order to pry open the border to the interior and invade the imperial capital. This deal is simple and does not require the Morning Star Family to do anything. Instead, it requires them to do nothing - when the Awad army passes through the border.

For a traditional aristocrat with a long and pure bloodline, the invitation from the Theocracy was undoubtedly an insult and a contempt for the honor and dignity of the aristocracy.

Faced with this insult, Count Carlo, as a new type of noble with a sense of mission and responsibility, replied righteously, "What is the benefit?"

"." The tribune was silent for a moment, then said, "The Church promises you five thousand ounces of gold and one thousand magic crystals."

"How much kickbacks did you take for this amount?" asked Count Carlo.

"Not this time," replied the tribune proudly.

"It's just this much even though no one takes kickbacks?"

Count Carlo was furious. He had never been so angry before. He overturned the mahogany desk in front of him. He had never felt such contemptuous insult. The Theocracy actually thought that it could bribe him with a mere 5,000 ounces. This was simply a contempt for the entire Morning Star Family from beginning to end.

Over the years at the border, so many people have tried to bribe Count Carlo, but the envoys from the Theocracy are definitely the stingiest he has ever seen. Even the tribunes and their subordinates are reluctant to take kickbacks.

If his subordinates don't take kickbacks and don't make money to support their families, why should he work hard for Count Carlo? Why should he be loyal to the Morning Star Family? Who knows when they will betray him! If they don't take my money, where does their money come from? Maybe they will exploit the people's money! Count Carlo snorted coldly. If his subordinates don't take kickbacks, other nobles will know that they think he is talking about the Morning Star Family, which is so big that they don't even want to give kickbacks to people.

"It's all Ansu's fault! Our family is in misfortune," Count Carlo said, "He insisted on going to school, making everyone think that our family is not strong enough. Now, we have brought shame to the whole country!"

"The messenger of the Theocracy?" the tribune asked tentatively.

"Get him out." Count Carlo said coldly, "And next time, if you don't take more than 10%, you and your men will get out too."

"Okay." The tribune responded quickly, with cold sweat on his head. As the saying goes, serving the king is like serving a tiger. The old saying is indeed true. He was almost dismissed by the count because he occasionally had the urge to be honest.

"Is there anything else?" Count Carlo was a little tired. "If not, then you can leave."

"There is one more thing," the tribune replied, "It is a magical communication from the Imperial City. Your son wants to speak to you."

"Hmm?" Count Carlo raised his eyebrows slightly, "He still has the nerve to come to me?"

Speaking of the little boy Ansu, Count Carlo's anger, which had been finally calmed down, rose up again. He took the magic device handed over by the tribune and listened to what Ansu said first. If he didn't come to ask for money, he would have to skin him alive.

As soon as the magic communication was connected, Ansu said with a playful smile: - "Dad, the Church asked me to bring you a message!"

Count Carlo hung up the magic communication with an expressionless face.

He couldn't help but start wondering how he had come up with such a shameful gadget.

Count Carlo was very disappointed that Ansu was bribed with just 5,000 ounces.

This kind of child is the terrible consequence of a boy's poverty. He has never seen big money and has no experience in his life. A boy with this kind of personality will cheat a beautiful girl away if he meets her outside and takes some small money from her.

Very scary.

Although Count Carlo resolutely hung up the phone, the magic communication rang again soon. Ansu called again. Count Carlo sighed helplessly and answered the phone again.

"I'll give you a chance to say one sentence." Count Carlo said calmly, "If you can't arouse my interest in listening within one sentence, don't call me again in the future."

However, Count Carlo did not think that Ansu could say anything good. The Vatican was holding a major examination recently, and this kid might do very well.

If Ansu said he got a zero, Count Carlo would still laugh out loud.

How to arouse readers' interest in reading with one sentence? An Su showed a thoughtful expression, his eyes flickered, and various ideas collided in his mind. Soon, he found the only solution.

"We have a new member in our family."

"The reward is 10,000 ounces of gold." Count Carlo was instantly attracted to read. He could not maintain his indifferent tone and paced back and forth in the study. "Is it a girl or a boy? What's her name? When did it happen? Whose is it?"

"Daughter." Ansu replied.

"Hello girl, hello girl." Count Carlo said with a smile, "What's your name?"

"Luo Xiaohei." An Su replied with a smile, "I am her father."

Elf, who was immersed in advanced mathematics in the attic study, suddenly sneezed. She raised her head in confusion, meowed softly, and looked around. Her saintly intuition warned her that someone seemed to be insulting her.

It must be those untamed Chaos Cultists. Elf meowed angrily, but ignored it and lowered her head to continue reading. She had already read most of Ansu's notes.

This name sounds weird.

"Is this her nickname?" Count Carlo raised his eyebrows. "Could it be that she was born by the girl from the Glorious Church, the girl named Luojia?"

"So the real reason you got admitted to the Glorious Church is to pick up girls?"

Count Carlo was now convinced of his own son's ability. He even abducted the Holy Maiden of the Glorious Church. This kind of feat could only be accomplished by a playboy among playboys.

He really didn't expect that his own child was playing a big game.

Come to think of it, it has been almost a year since An Su left the border and headed for the imperial capital, so the timing just matches.

"." An Su's mouth twitched slightly. He tried hard to make his tone sound normal, trying to get the topic back on track. "Luo Xiaohei and I found her in the wild in the Glorious Parish."

"It's an invention." Count Carlo corrected Ansu's mistake. He thought his child was really brave to invent something in the wild. He thought that young people nowadays are really trendy and have the same style as when he dated Ansu's mother.

Speechless, the middle-aged man was the boss. An Su thought to himself, "Are you willing to listen to what I have to say next?"

"Whatever you want." Count Carlo was overjoyed. In this state of mind, he could listen to anything.

He is already enjoying his bright future as a grandfather.

On the other end of the communication, Ansu first looked at Elf's position to confirm that the shielding alchemy array was taking effect and that the Saint of Chaos could not hear the conversation here. He then turned around and whispered to Count Carlo,

"Is the envoy of the Church in our territory now?"

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"That's right." Count Carlo was curious about how Ansu knew this. This guy was far away in the imperial capital, but he still knew what was going on at home. "I'm going to drive him away."

He snorted, "Who are you insulting by only offering five thousand ounces of gold?"

Ansu admired Count Carlo's high level of awareness. He could understand why the Theocracy only offered this amount. They must have believed that the real 'Ansu', 'Lister' and 'Arthur' had been possessed by the Esoteric Cult, and the border was already in their hands.

The reason I offer a price is just to show my appreciation.

"Please accept these gold coins for now."

Ansu said to Count Carlo, explaining the whole story to him, "It's like this. The cult thought that the real Ansu had been possessed by the cult. Now the demigods of the cult asked me to threaten you to open the border gate."

Count Carlo frowned, he didn't expect that the things involved were more complicated than he imagined.

It also involves the demigods of Avad. And Ansu's situation and the situation in the imperial capital are more dangerous than he imagined.

It would have been fine for An Su to go to the imperial capital to learn knowledge, but how could he have been led astray by someone and gone undercover in a secret sect?

So dangerous.

Count Carlo, who must have learned bad things from studying, thought about it and came to the conclusion that if he had just lived a life of eating, drinking, gambling and being a good playboy, how could he have encountered such a thing?

We must handle this with caution. "If that's the case, how do I know you're really 'Ansu'?"

Count Carlo changed the subject. He was a shrewd man and immediately questioned Ansu, "Maybe you have been possessed by another spirit and you are pretending to be like this to talk to me."

The situation is rather complicated and Count Carlo cannot make an easy judgment.

An Su's face was full of black lines. He had not thought that this could lead to self-proof. He was An Su from the beginning to the end, in every aspect. It was not that his soul traveled to this world, he just suddenly awakened the memories of his past life.

"I'll give you one sentence." Count Carlo said calmly, "If you can't prove it in one sentence, I won't believe anything else you say."

How to prove himself in one sentence? An Su showed a thoughtful expression again, his eyes flickered again, and various thoughts collided in his mind again. Soon, he found the only solution again.

"Luo Xiaohei is actually a cat that Luo Jia and I adopted together."

"You..." Under the tribune's terrified gaze, Count Carlo overturned the expensive mahogany desk again. The earl was furious, his veins bulged, his chest heaved violently, and he almost couldn't breathe. "I () your () ()."

An Su's mere words, spoken in a plain tone, caused earth-shattering destructive power.

Count Carlo felt that he needed oxygen. Not long ago, he was full of joy, imagining a bright future as a grandfather and immersed in beautiful fantasies. As a result, Ansu's words made him fall from heaven.

This familiar feeling of rising blood pressure, this familiar sensation of cerebral hemorrhage, this familiar sense of disorientation from shattered illusions Everything seems so familiar.

Count Carlo is now extremely sure that the little boy opposite him is definitely his son. This familiar rebellious son, this natural sense of birth, this filial behavior, based on his intuition and experience of getting along with Ansu for more than ten years, he knows that the boy opposite him is definitely his biological son.

The wild son is not so pure, and the esotericist could never act like he was born that way.

This kind of natural feeling cannot be imitated by others! "I'll just say it, I won't say it anymore." An Su said helplessly, "You will be unhappy if I tell you later. If I tell you, you will be anxious again."

"." Count Carlo's face was full of black lines, and he began to wonder how he could have invented such a little gadget.

"If you have to fart, keep going." Count Carlo said unhappily.

Now that I have proven that I am the real Ansu, the next thing is easy to explain. Ansu showed a calm smile, "The indicator given by the secret cult messenger is that I have to threaten you to open the border gate."

"How about this? I'll give the messenger 10,000 ounces instead." Count Carlo began to use his superb Morning Star method, domineeringly using money to pave the way, "Open the back door of the secret cult messenger."

"The Theocracy is coming with great force this time," Ansu replied, "If we fail this time, they may forcefully attack the border."

"You can't really let them in, right?" Count Carlo frowned. He didn't want to be a guide, so he sneered, "You should have other ideas."

Count Carlo knew his child's character best. He even dared to lie to his own father just now. There is nothing he can afford to lose in this world! An Su said calmly,

"I just have an idea."

(End of this chapter)