Heavenly Dao Formula

"Really..." Goyle murmured.

The recent news that St. Blaine Palace was attacked by strongmen and the auction was forced to be suspended was also a big news in Azure Castle. If this matter can be pinned to the Eastern Ambassador, then there will be no worries about being unable to deal with him!

Philip glanced at Morlier who was still in the room, but did not go into details.

Because according to the police investigation, there is also a suspected legendary mage.

If it was really done by the ambassador and his gang, then this mage who has not shown up is likely to be the ambassador's protector.

This is a completely logical inference. Even if the Far East lags behind, it is not inconceivable for a legendary mage to emerge from a population of tens of millions. It can also be judged that the ambassador who can be protected by a legendary mage is probably a dignitary, and his status is estimated to belong to the family of the emperor.

Such a person cannot be handed over to the lord for disposal.

Because the Earl of Cleveland must follow the noble way to "punish" the other party, and the means are nothing more than house arrest, ransom, and deportation. In his opinion, this kind of punishment is just like a play.

It is the most appropriate way to report the news to the boss and ask the boss to contact the Holy Palace.

Those behind-the-scenes controllers will not be afraid of a legendary mage and the other party's aristocratic status.

"Okay, you go out." Philip waved his hand, motioning Morrill to leave.

"Uh... Your Excellency, my answer just now..." Morlier was stunned. He said two hundred words, enough to get a sum of money to leave Azure Fort. Just forgot about it.

"Why, do you still want to stay in the office?" Philip smiled contemptuously, and put the money on the table together again, "If they find out that you are negotiating with Baiguoyuan behind everyone's back, what do you think will happen? "

Morlier's face turned pale in an instant!

"Your Excellency, how could you—"

"So I'll keep it a secret for you. This is the best reward for you." Philip's voice suddenly turned cold, "Now, get out!"

He opened his mouth tremblingly, wanting to say something more, but Goyle had already walked over with a stick in hand.

Morrill swallowed all the words in his throat.

He stumbled out of the office.

Goyle locked the door again, "Is this really good? He won't get angry and reveal everything that happened here to Momola?"

"Then he will become a traitor spurned by thousands of people, and his fate will be ten thousand times worse than now. If he had that kind of courage, he would not have come here." Philip raised the corner of his mouth, "Not only that, this matter For Molier, it is an invisible handle, and if we use it well in turn, we are equivalent to planting an eye in the center of the rebels."

Gore couldn't help admiring his eldest brother.

He had also bought a lot of eyeliners before, but unfortunately, none of these useless guys could gain the trust of the rebel leader. They were kept in the dark until the other party decided to launch a general strike, which cost him a lot of money in vain. money. And Philip broke through the barrier around Momola without even taking out a copper coin. This ability is indeed much stronger than him.

Gore began to look forward to the day when this group of hired workers would be completely wiped out.

...

At dawn, the production progress of the first day finally fully caught up.

The first batch of high-quality jam is freshly baked and enters the packaging room along the conveyor belt. There, these top-quality jams will be packed in exquisite tinted glass bottles and delivered to several regular stores in the Uptown. Their prices will be about three times higher than ordinary drunken jams, and only residents with affluent families will pay for them.

But this is not a problem that the workers of Pagoda Garden need to consider. They clapped their hands to celebrate each other, their faces full of excitement—even if everyone has never bought a bottle of top-grade jam, it does not prevent them from enjoying the moment of achievement.

"It's been a long time since I've seen everyone so happy." Jiaojiao wiped the sweat off his chest with his clothes, and said with emotion, "We've been busy all night, but everyone is still very energetic. Otherwise, we should have been lying on the ground long ago. yes."

"Hehehe..." Mrs. Karan chuckled a few times, "What everyone is afraid of is not suffering, but the fear that the days will not run smoothly. Now that there is hope, why not suffer a little bit now?"

"That's true, but I still want to share the credit with the sweetbread." Momola was also in a good mood, "I'm afraid no one would have thought in advance that the day of the strike is actually the day that everyone eats most in recent years. The most full day. Stomach is full of bread, and work is naturally full of strength!"

This made the other two laugh.

"The rest of the work will be handed over to the successor." Horn waved at the two of them, "I'll take a step first."

"So urgent today?" Mrs. Karan joked, "Isn't it because you have a surplus of wages and want to go to the city to enjoy it?"

"Where are you?" Jiaojiao smiled wryly, "I want to go to the river to take a shower first, and then go to the city to buy some food for Mu Li. Otherwise, I will bring this sticky sweat into the store, It will definitely be pulled out by the shopkeeper with a stick."

After the horns left, Mrs. Karan also walked towards the factory with her hands behind her back, "Everyone has been busy all day, and it's our packaging team's turn to show their talents. You should go back and rest quickly, you have to continue to work tonight."

"Yes," Momola replied, "The next thing about the factory is up to you."

Looking at the lady's back and the factory that is about to start the next round of production, Catwoman couldn't help taking a deep breath of the cool fresh air at dawn.

Maybe this is the life she wants.

Work with your own hands to create a future worth looking forward to.

Just when she was about to return to the shanty town, a slightly hesitant voice stopped her.

"Momora..."

Catwoman turned around and found that the other party was Morrill.

"What's the matter? Is there something wrong?" Momola noticed that his face was quite bad, as if he was out of strength, "Why don't you just sit here for a while, and I'll go to the factory to ask for a bowl of porridge—— "

"No, I'm fine..." Morlier was in a state of confusion at the moment, and since he left the office, the conflict between the two choices in his heart had not subsided.

He wanted to confess everything to the other party, but he was afraid that the other party would no longer forgive him. Without that money, he would have to work in the factory for at least ten years. If he was regarded as a traitor, Morlier could hardly imagine what his future would be like. The guilt brought by his conscience is constantly tormenting him, but the rational balance makes it difficult for him to move forward.

"Are you okay?" Momola scratched her ear, "Don't force yourself."

"Um...Momora, I want to ask you a question." Mollier gritted his teeth for a while, and finally said in a low voice, "What kind of life did you live before you came to the factory?"