Chapter 108 My father-in-law is the Pope (1)

It's more than a joke, Yang Dashuan would never think that one hundred elves can compare to a frost dragon.

Old John also beat him up and surrounded this matter. Anyway, the two of them never mentioned the matter of the Qingyun Soul Pearl. As for the other two things that Old John came to the wasteland, Yang Dashuan did not ask. This old man was very cunning, at least he was even harder to deal with than Xiu Yi.

Yang Dashuan felt this way - after all, Xiu Yi had a clear purpose, which was to wholeheartedly want a space ring. Old John looked confused and looked more clear than anyone else. Don’t say you can exchange a hundred elves with him, even a female ogre would agree.

Joan of Arc was driven back to the back of the Komodo giant beast by Yang Dashuan.

This girl's body has not fully recovered, so she still needs to be more cultivated. Besides, it is useless for Joan of Arc to stay here. Yang Dashuan only has two ideas now. One is to establish a good relationship with her father-in-law, and the other is to try to mess up the matter of the Qingyu Soul Bead.

"By the way, Dad, what are you mainly doing when you go to the wasteland?" Yang Dashuan rode his horse and walked side by side with Old John.

"Look at my future son-in-law!" Old John blinked, "Last time Joan of Arc went back to the Middle East, I saw that she was not in the church all day long. I guess this girl had a sweetheart. When she asked her, she didn't say anything. So there was no way, so I came by myself."

"Dad, please take me to have fun." Yang Dashuan smiled.

"Really!" Old John said seriously.

Yang Dashuan blinked and didn't come back to his senses for a long time. Is this old man looking for happiness with me? If he is not Joan of Arc's father, maybe Old Yang will have to beat him up.

"Really, it's even more true than pearls." Although Old John strongly emphasized his original intention, his expression made Old Yang unable to believe it. "I saw something wrong with this girl. Have you passed by?"

Speaking of this thing, Yang Dashuan's cold sweat stayed.

Yang Dashuan glanced at Old John suspiciously. Could it be that Jean Jeon Arc reported everything to her father? Although the chauvine sand that represents the purity of the saint is still there, it is not convenient to explain the matter when walking through the back door. After hesitation, Yang Dashuan's eyes suddenly became wet. What are they all with?

"Okay, we have to talk about serious things." Old John swallowed. "I have done at least two of the three things to come to the wasteland this time. There are one more... You are in charge of this place now, right? Our church wants to spread the gospel of the goddess to the Bemon tribe, but there are still some threats from robbers on the wasteland. I am not very relieved to send the pastor and the priest directly. So I want your territory to be a springboard."

Looking at Yang Dashuan's confused expression, Old John wiped his mouth, "Why are you so stupid? I want to build a church in your territory. It can be regarded as a sub-church. Do you understand now?"

A belated reward!

Only then did Yang Dashuan realize it.

Personal information has long reminded myself that after completing the mission of saving the elves, the territory can have faith buildings. Although it has already been a church, Yang Dashuan has been wondering why this reward has not come yet.

Several battles with robbers on the wasteland have made Yang Dashuan deeply realize the importance of the mage army.

It's not just a halo, but also a single powerful attack magic. The most important thing is a priest who can provide battlefield recovery. As long as you have a priest, even if the slaves are injured, they will not be bored.

Yang Dashuan nodded straight.

"So, this time I came here for a field trip. Let's take a look at what your territory is like." Old John smiled.

"Dad." Yang Dashuan was moved.

"Can the Frost Dragon give me?" Old John stretched out his hand with a smile.

"No!" Yang Dashuan shook his head.

"If you don't work, get out of here, I'll stop doing it." Old John looked like a slut.

One old and one young, they returned to their territory in such a clamor.

It wasn't dawn yet, but no one was sleepy.

Suddenly, such a father-in-law came, and Yang Dashuan had to accompany him all night.

The elf maids brought the brewed tea in. The bulging figure of the back made Old John smile happily. When the maid was not paying attention, he touched it again. The soft and elastic buttocks made Old John smile so hard that he even narrowed his eyes.

The soldiers of the Silver Cross Regiment were still the same and were stationed outside the town.

The girls originally wanted to accompany Yang Dashuan, but they were driven back to sleep by Lao Yang. Their bodies had not recovered yet, and they couldn't help but stay up late.

Old John sucked the tea and smacked his lips.

Yang Dashuan couldn't tell whether he was lamenting that the tea leaves were good or the elf's butt felt better when touched.

"You are too desolate." Old John rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"No, I'm too poor. I'm so innocent now that I can't even take out a copper slag. Every day when I go out, I have to wipe my lard fat, otherwise I won't be ashamed to see people." Yang Dashuan grieved. "By the way, Dad, are you a businessman or a big man in the church? Give me a little more support. Look, you don't want Joan of Arc to suffer here, right?"

"Don't mess with me!" Old John frowned slightly. "I can't say whether Joan of Arc is here. To be honest, if you didn't save my daughter, just by your daring to summon the Frost Dragon in front of me, I would have a total of 108 ways to make you die. Do you know who those who came with me?"

"Silver Crusade?" Yang Dashuan asked.

"Yes, they are them." Old John nodded. "Don't say you have a frost dragon, even if you have three, the purification technique of our church will be dispersed. You are the immortal son of Cochish, otherwise I would have peeled off your skin based on the things you did to my daughter."

Yang Dashuan opened his mouth, but he didn't say a complete sentence.

He was quite content with his sanity before, and no one could tell the matter of leaving the back door. It turned out that this old man had known it for a long time.

"Don't guess it, this is not what Joan of Arc said. The church has a special institution to check the chastity of the Saint, and those old women secretly told me." Old John kept sighing. "You little slut is too ignorant of your heart and feel sorry for others. You leave traces and you have to let me wipe your butt."

Looking at Old John's angry spirit, Yang Dashuan couldn't help but think of something - was he dedicated to those old women in order to keep his daughter's secret?

"I will pay attention in the future, and I will definitely feel distressed!" Yang Dashuan nodded and said to himself: "You can't put so harder in the future."

"There's another time?" Old John was almost fainting. "You must try again, I'll keep it and break your legs."

Yang Dashuan was a little confused.

"After all, I'm a young man, but you're quite sensible in your work," said Old John. "As for you, don't try to squeeze oil from me. When you squirt, I'll know whether you want to shit or fart. Develop your territory well and don't think of those bad ideas for me."

"But I have no money." Yang Dashuan started crying and became poor again.

"I won't rob you if I don't have money? Kill all the robbers in the wasteland, and then you set up a ferry on the bank of the Suprati River. How can I have no money?" Old John looked as if he was disappointed. "I have seen your territory. Although it is not very good, at least I have the ability to protect myself. It is also very exciting to develop. The church matter is decided so I will send some pastors. But they are under the jurisdiction of Joan of Arc."

If Joan of Arc is in charge, isn’t it just me?

Yang Dashuan kept feeling proud.

"But I don't have the money to build a church for you at all. It hasn't rained in the wasteland for many days, and the Suprati River has completely dried up. I can't even find any water!" Yang Dashuan shouted, the meaning is obvious anyway. If you don't pay some money, don't expect me to build a church for you.

"Has the upstream blocked the spider-formed elves?" Old John smacked his lips, "Don't worry about those things, they can't come out of the dark cave, these monsters who can't stand the sun. Since I'm here, don't worry about these issues. I'll handle everything well for you."

No drip of water in.

No matter what Yang Dashuan said, this old man has his own set of words.

After talking for most of the night, Yang Dashuan was still confused. He couldn't even get a copper cow from him.

Well, after talking for a while, Yang Dashuan was also tired.

The old man was just a few of them over and over again, and he couldn't say anything. But at least he never used any charming techniques anymore, which made Yang Dashuan feel a little relieved.

"We're going to settle for it. You don't need to worry about the church. Since I've come in person, I will definitely place it for you. I'm a little relieved when I see you this time, at least that old guy Cochs didn't lie to me. Although you're a little unreliable, I still look quite honest."

Old John gave a thumbs up and praised Old Yang.

Old Yang smiled happily, wondering he was embarrassed. "So Joan of Arc can stay here?"

"It's not impossible if you want her to stay here. But you have to hand over the Qingyun Soul Pearl to me, otherwise I won't feel at ease." Old John stretched out his hand, and looked like he didn't want to ask for his wife if you didn't give it to him.

"Do you know Kochis too?" Yang Dashuan saw something was wrong, and he pulled the frost dragon again, and quickly changed the subject.

"Koqis, an old acquaintance. He used to be my subordinate..."

"Just blow, are you still the Pope?" Yang Dashuan burst into laughter.

"How did you know that I am the Pope."
Chapter completed!