"Since we have captured the hostages in advance, we must be prepared." Having said this, Bishop Tiancheng showed a forced smile on his face, "They will not let you succeed."
Mu Lingbo looked at him sideways, "You used 'them', which is a very interesting title."
His eyes flashed with a hint of sadness, "Anyone who shows up to believers in public cannot truly be considered a member of the Yeluo Sect. In this way, my role is not much different from that of the trash next to me."
Shopkeeper Wang opened his mouth and said, "To put it this way, I have never seen the true face of Bishop Wentai."
Bishop Tiancheng's eyes sarcastically said, "I've never seen him before, let alone you."
"Then why are you still loyal to them?" Mu Lingbo couldn't help but laugh, "For fame and fortune? Or is there another sad and helpless story?"
"A person like me may be just an ordinary expert in Middle-earth, either working as a mid-level killer or working as a lackey guard for famous nobles. Even if I go to the Western Regions to be a bounty hunter, I won't be able to complete high-level tasks. But here
, as the bishop of the Yeluo Sect, the entire Yeliang Kingdom has the utmost respect for me. If it were you, how would you choose?"
Mu Xiaobao thought deeply for a moment and nodded in agreement, "Uncle, your question is very philosophical. Between lying and risking one's life, Xiaobao can't think of a choice!"
A loud knock came over, and Mu Lingbo corrected, "This low-level life direction shouldn't be any of your choices, okay? We have to pursue it!"
"Ouch!" Mu Xiaobao touched his head, but he didn't feel any pain, "Mom is right! It's not a good boy to lie to others, and it's stupid to sell one's life. Neither of these are acceptable. Xiaobao might as well go and rob..."
Then he walked up to Bishop Tiancheng and gave him a slap on the head, teaching him a lesson, "Mother will guide you as a spiritual mentor. Do you understand?"
Bishop Tiancheng screamed in pain, and his head soon became swollen.
Mu Xiaobao glanced at Shopkeeper Wang next to him, who immediately begged for mercy, "Young Master, I understand! I am lucky to be taught by Boss Mu!"
"Mom, do you really want to use this title? What is boss? It doesn't sound good!"
Mu Lingbo raised his eyelids and said, "I just think this looks a bit richer... Then change it to Mr. Mu."
It always feels wrong to be called Miss all day long, and the girl is a little weird, after all, she already has a son. As for the title Madam, she doesn't like it!!
"What? I feel like you haven't finished what you said, mother!"
Shopkeeper Wang immediately said, "Mr. Mu, I really understand!"
Mu Xiaobao nodded with satisfaction, "Yes, my mother's teaching price is one thousand gold and one stick of incense per hour. Just discount what you just said, five hundred gold!"
Shopkeeper Wang was stunned, "Five hundred gold..."
"If you don't have money, just deduct it from your future salary." Mu Xiaobao touched his chin and looked up in thought, "According to your monthly salary of one hundred silver, it will take...many, many years to pay it off. If you can live that long
If it takes a long time.”
"When will my monthly salary become one hundred silver dollars?"
"Xiaobao has decided to assign you to the stable, and you will be responsible for cleaning up horse manure from now on."
Shopkeeper Wang looked sad, but he suddenly remembered that this meant that the young master did not want his life, and he immediately thanked him.
Mu Lingbo looked at the guy with a swollen head on the ground, "This choice is understandable. Although it is just a chess piece that can be discarded at any time, at least it can still look good on the surface."
