Chapter 448

The car runs smoothly on the road, causing many passers-by's sidelights.

After all, it's hard to see one of these cars.

In the face of the passers-by's advice, the driver didn't have any expression, just focused on the road conditions in front of him and drove the car very smoothly.

This is the characteristic of a large family of drivers. Compared with speed, they pay more attention to the comfort of the car and try to reduce the bumpiness of the car.

In this way, more than an hour later, Wang Yong and others came to St. Michael's castle.

The castle is built on an island, connected to the outside world only by a bridge. The land on the other side of the bridge is actually owned by the castle owner, and the car stops here.

The rest of the way is on foot.

Under the leadership of the housekeeper, Wang Yong walked across the roaring stone bridge and into the castle.

As soon as you enter, you will see flowers blooming all over the yard, giving off a strong fragrance.

And a young man, who looks full of noble temperament, is sitting in the garden drinking black tea.

When he saw Wang Yong coming in, he immediately stood up with a smile on his face. He held out his hand to Wang Yong from a long distance and said, "if you come to the door, it's hard to welcome you from afar."

Wang Yong knows that this is Lord St. Michael.

He shook hands with St. Michael quietly. In the handshake, Wang Yong felt that the Lord's palm was very delicate, just like a woman's, and he didn't seem to have practiced martial arts.

If you have practiced, the palm will be hardened and worn to varying degrees. You may not be able to see the appearance, but you can feel it at a touch.

Of course, there are exceptions, that is, when you reach the realm of strength, you can easily exchange tendons all over your body and regenerate the skin of your palm. It's as delicate as a newborn. I can't feel anything unusual.

Wang Yong doesn't think that Lord St. Michael has the power to transform his kung fu.

"Sit down, please." Saint Michael pointed to the three chairs beside the table and said to Wang Yong.

Wang Yong sat down impolitely. His palm just touched the armrest of the chair, but he was shocked.

There are still slight sweat stains and residual temperature on the armrest. It is obvious that this chair was sat by someone not long ago. Looking at the table in front of Wang Yong, there is a circle of light tea stains in the position where the tea cup is placed, which further proves Wang Yong's conjecture.

Who is that man? Why choose to avoid Wang Yong?

Wang Yong had an answer in his mind.

St. Michael waved to the butler to pour tea for the guests.

When a cup of tea fell down, Wang Yong took a sip and immediately exclaimed, "good tea!"

This can't help but make St. Michael's face show a smug expression. The tea he spent so much money on, can't it be good?

I hope this man doesn't waste his good tea.

"Mr. Wang Yong, I think you must be very strange why I came to you." St. Michael, straight to the point.

Wang Yong nodded.

"It's very simple. I let the blood burning rose in Abraham's hand out on purpose. " Saint Michael said with a smile.

"What?" Wang Yong was shocked.

The original owner of the blood rose was St. Michael! Abraham said that he had worked very hard to get the secret, and that he had got it from some holy see.

Did not expect that the real source is in Saint Michael here!

"Why?" Wang Yong asked immediately.

Why did St. Michael deliberately let out the blood burning rose for Abraham to get? What's the plot in it?

St. Michael did not immediately answer, but a hand: "drink and talk."

After a sip of tea, he said slowly, "you must have guessed the reason. You Chinese have a saying that Mantis catches cicadas and yellow sparrow is behind. I just want to use Abraham to find a way to control the blood burning rose. It's just a pity that he died in your hands when he was about to succeed. But to my relief, my efforts have not been in vain. Although Abraham did not succeed in fusing the blood rose, your excellency did

"That's why you invited me? So your purpose, like that of Abraham, is to win the favor of the king of war? " Wang Yong suddenly realized and asked.

"Is the king of war willing? That's the name of your secret. Yes, you're right. However, Mr. Wang Yong, you can rest assured that I, Saint Michael, am a reasonable person, and I will not force others into difficulties. I'm willing to make a fair and fair deal with you in exchange for your secret law. " St. Michael did not show aggressive posture, but relatively euphemistic said.

Aristocrats like him always like to "convince others by virtue". Only when virtue can't convince others, can they rob openly.

"Deal? What deal? " Wang Yong did not immediately refuse, but asked.

"Power and wealth are your choice. As long as you put it forward, I can satisfy you. Of course, in order to show my sincerity, I will attach some conditions. For example, the Morgan you are looking for, for example, the all EU wanted person you may face right away, I can help you deal with it. " St. Michael showed great confidence and seemed to have a great dependence behind him.

Wang Yong's eyes flashed when he heard the speech, and he seemed to be moved.

A moment later, he suddenly turned away from the topic and said, "trading is not impossible, but before doing it, can I really understand the value of trading goods?"

Wang Yong instinctively felt that the blood burning rose might have been underestimated by himself. St. Michael's efforts should not be just to control the blood burning rose. People in his position basically have no need to enhance their personal strength. As long as they open their mouths, there will be countless people working for him.

Why take the risk of losing your life to learn how to burn a blood rose?

There must be something inside.

Saint Michael looked at Wang Yong with a smile on his lips. His hands crossed, his arms leaning on the round table, observing Wang Yong's expression without scruple.

For a full minute, Saint Michael just shrugged his eyebrows, put down his arm and said, "it's all right, fair and just. You have the right to know the value of things. "

"In fact, the blood burning rose was handed down from the ancestors and has been used to cultivate the family dead. Facts have proved that this thing is really useful. In all previous struggles, St. Michael's castle can not stand down. It all depends on those who have learned to burn blood roses. But as time went on, there were fewer and fewer slaves with the spirit of the dead. My grandfather was almost killed by his opponent after he sacrificed the last member of his family. At that time, grandfather realized that he had to solve the problem of burning blood rose. He looked up a lot of information and finally found out. It turns out that this secret did not belong to the ancestors or even England at the beginning. But in the Crusade, the ancestors plundered it, and the real source may be Huaxia. "

"Huaxia?" Wang Yong was stunned. Unexpectedly, the blood burning Rose comes from China!

It's no wonder that Abraham will follow Wang Yong. He should guess that there must be a matching secret method in China.

But is the king of war willing to count? Wang Yong thought suspiciously. It doesn't seem to count, because Bing Wang's heart didn't show much agreement with burning blood rose. It was Wang Yong's strong body load and luck that forced him to merge successfully.

It may not be possible to change people.

Obviously, Saint Michael misunderstood this and thought that the king of war wanted to have a 100% success rate of integration with blood rose.

But... A sneer flashed in Wang Yong's eyes. Lord St. Michael is obviously not telling the truth. He is not trying to cultivate the dead. Today's society is no longer an era when one or two dead men can solve problems. Power and wealth are more effective and universal.

But St. Michael will not tell Wang Yong the real use, and Wang Yong will have the right to listen to a story.

"It's a pity that grandfather didn't find out everything, so he died with regret. On his deathbed, he told me to make clear the secret and comfort his spirit. At the same time, after studying the blood burning rose, I became very interested in this skill. I think understanding the principle can produce huge economic benefits, and even rewrite the process of human life. So I tried every means to find a way to control the blood consumption rate of blood burning rose, but all failed. Forced by helplessness, we can only let it out and use the hand of Abraham to find a chance. Until your appearance, let me believe that God still favors mankind. When he pushed you in front of me, he must be telling me that I can shoulder the responsibility of rewriting human life! "

St. Michael said with both voice and emotion, with a great style of speech. As if Wang Yong didn't give up the intention of the king of war, Wang Yong is the sinner of the whole mankind and the stumbling block in the history of human life.

Wang Yong pretended to be surprised, but his heart was full of sneers.

The Baron's performance is very rich, but it's a pity that the third rate actors met the super movie stars. In Wang Yong's eyes, Saint Michael's performance is full of flaws and clumsy.

Maybe there is a trace of authenticity, such as using it to obtain huge economic benefits. But rewriting the course of human life is just bullshit.

Wang Yong doesn't think that a family that has sucked the blood of the people at the bottom for hundreds of years will show great compassion and begin to care about the whole human race.

"Lord St. Michael, I am so touched by your words! I didn't expect you to be such a great man with such a great ideal! I'm sorry for my prejudice against you. I'm ashamed of my own villain mentality! I'm sorry Wang Yong's sincere face also began to show his acting skills.

Seeing this, St. Michael was stunned at first, and then began to scold in his heart.

bitch! shame on you! It's shameful to copy!

But he had to continue to accompany Wang Yong: "so, Mr. Wang Yong is willing to share the secret of blood rose with me?"

With that, Saint Michael looked at Wang Yong expectantly.

Facing St. Michael's full expectation, Wang Yong nodded emotionally: "of course... No!"

"..." St. Michael just got excited and fell to the bottom.

If it wasn't for Wang Yong's value, St. Michael really wanted to chop this bitch to death.

"Why?" Asked St. Michael.

"Because it's so important, I need to think about it. When I think about it, I will give the LORD an answer! Please believe me, Lord, I will never be a stumbling block in the course of human life Wang Yong promised.

Saint Michael's face was stiff and he nodded difficultly. Other people do not know, at the moment his heart is full of anger.