Seeing Jia Zhengjin take out a small silk bag and throw it on the table, Morgan's expression changed: "Mr. Jin, are you kidding me?"
A small silk bag was bulging with hundreds of gold coins, and it was too heavy to lift. How could there be one hundred thousand gold coins in this small, dry thing?
Faced with Morgan's rapidly changing expression, Jia Zhengjin said calmly: "Why did Elder Morgan say that?"
"Mr. Jin, are you going to tell me that this is actually space equipment?" Morgan stood up and said, "Trying against us, the Knights Templar, is a very serious crime and will be punished by Lord Holy Angel!"
"Hey! Elder Morgan doesn't believe me?" Jia Zhengjin also stood up and picked up the silk bag. He had moved 100,000 gold coins from the virtual backpack to the silk bag. Anyway, the gold coins only occupy one grid and can be stacked infinitely.
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"Mainly, Mr. Jin, you are kidding me!" Elder Morgan looked at him seriously.
Jia Zhengjin chuckled and shook his head, then simply opened the silk bag and turned it upside down.
"Crash!" The gold coins inside immediately poured out, falling crazily on the table, like quicksand, and soon piled up into a hill, and fell crazily to the ground.
Morgan was startled, reached out and picked up a gold coin, put it in his mouth and took a bite. Then he looked at the silk bag that was still taking out gold coins. He was a little confused, and then suddenly realized: "It's really space equipment?!
Mr. Jin, stop! Stop! If you pour out all the gold coins, the whole room will be flooded!"
When Jia Zhengjin heard this, he immediately stopped, holding the silk bag with a smile and asked: "Elder Morgan, I never lie! Do you still believe me now?"
"I believe it, I believe it!" Looking at the table and the floor full of gleaming gold coins, Morgan couldn't help but swallowed his saliva, "I misunderstood Mr. Jin, please forgive me!"
"Haha~ It doesn't matter!" Jia Zhengjin said with a smile, "Lord Holy Angel will forgive you!"
"Yes! Yes!" Morgan nodded hurriedly and immediately showed a bright smile, "Do you think you can put away the gold coins first?"
Jia Zhengjin immediately put all the gold coins back into the silk bag, and then threw them on the table: "Okay! In this silk bag are all the gold coins I brought this time. A total of 100,000, all donated to Lord Holy Angel!
Do you want to take inventory?"
"Of course!" Morgan replied hurriedly, "I will go to the vault immediately and send someone to count out these gold coins."
"Wait!" Seeing Morgan reaching for the silk bag, Jia Zhengjin took it back and said with a smile, "Before that, I have a small request."
Morgan's eyes were almost only his silk bag and the gold coins inside: "Mr. Jin, do you have anything to say? I'll have someone count the gold coins here, and the two of us can talk slowly. We can do it simultaneously."
"No rush!" Jia Zhengjin gently tossed the silk bag, "I really grew up listening to the stories of Lord Holy Angel and the Knights Templar. Therefore, I have had a wish since I was a child.
That is to see with your own eyes the great achievements of the Knights Templar! Those legendary terrifying and powerful monsters, as well as the evil remains killed by the Knights Templar, as long as you can see them in person, you will have no regrets in this life.
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"This..." Morgan frowned when he heard this.
"Elder Morgan, this is my biggest wish in this life!" Jia Zhengjin said to him, "Didn't you also say it? If I am sincere enough to Lord Holy Angel, I can realize my wish. Now this is my biggest wish. I just want to
It shouldn’t be difficult to take a look in person, right?”
"Mr. Jin," Morgan said hesitantly, "In the past, it actually didn't matter at all! But you don't know that now, because of the king's order, our Merit Pavilion is no longer open to anyone except the royal family..."
"Hey! Can't you be accommodating?" Jia Zhengjin asked in a disappointed tone, "I just take a look, just a look!"
"This... I'm in a dilemma!" Elder Morgan looked really troubled, "This is the king's order."
Jia Zhengjin walked up to him and lowered his voice and said: "Isn't this your place? As long as no one tells it, the king will not know. Besides, I heard that the king was supported by Mr. Alliwei. Doesn't the Lord even know this?
Can’t do it?”
"Don't talk nonsense!" Elder Morgan whispered hurriedly, "We, the Knights Templar, support His Majesty the King and obey His Majesty the King's orders!"
Seeing that he just warned him softly, Jia Zhengjin knew that his words were not true. In order to have a way to get close to the dark magic core, he rolled his eyes and threw the silk bag in his hand a few times: "Hey! Am I the only one in my life?
Can my hope really not be realized? Then what’s the point of my life?”
"You can't say that," Morgan whispered, "The things in the Gong Gong Pavilion are actually nothing interesting."
"Hey! But my mind is full of those great legends and stories, and I just want to verify it with my own eyes." Jia Zhengjin sighed, "Just take one look, and I will be satisfied for the rest of my life! Elder Morgan, please! I only take one look, and I will never know.
Go out and talk nonsense. As long as I can witness those great histories with my own eyes, I will come here every year from now on and donate 100,000 gold coins to Lord Holy Angel!"
"Every year?" Morgan's eyes flashed again, and he was a little excited. If he can really get 100,000 yuan in the account every year, and it still passes through his hands, this will be a great achievement. Lord Oriwei will definitely reward himself! But Oriwei
Your Excellency once said that no one except the royal family can enter the Merit Pavilion anymore.
Seeing Morgan's dilemma, Jia Zhengjin simply said nothing and let him think about it slowly while he tossed the silk bag around.
Morgan thought carefully for a while, then his eyes fell on the silk bag in Jia Zhengjin's hand, and suddenly an idea flashed: "Mr. Jin!"
"Elder Morgan agreed?" Jia Zhengjin asked him with a smile.
"Actually, it's not a problem to secretly let you enter the Merit Pavilion and then come out after a quick glance." Elder Morgan said softly, "As long as you can give up something, I will guarantee that you will get what you want, and you will definitely get the title of Honorary Paladin.
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"Oh?" Jia Zhengjin asked hurriedly, "What are you talking about?"
Elder Morgan pointed to the silk bag in Jia Zhengjin's hand: "If Mr. Jin is willing to dedicate this space prop, and if Lord Alliwe asks, I will donate this treasure. I believe Lord Alliwe will understand and forgive my self-assertion!"
"This..." Jia Zhengjin said in his heart that you guys are quite evil. Although the silk bag is something I can easily make, to you it is a priceless treasure. Just go in and take a look, and you will take it away from me.
Treasure, it’s so dark!
Seeing Jia Zhengjin's hesitant expression, Morgan hurriedly said: "Didn't you say that this is a lifelong wish? If that's the case, you should be willing to pay any price for it, right? Of course, if you think it's not worthwhile, just take it as my words.
explain."
Jia Zhengjin wanted to think about it again, but suddenly he felt that the psychedelic clone disappeared, and he knew that he had been beaten! It seemed that the Lord of the Temple and the Paladin were about to return. At this time, he could not think too much, he had to get it as soon as possible and leave!
Thinking of this, he pretended to be gritting his teeth and feeling heartbroken: "Okay! If it's dedicated to Lord Alliwe, then I'm still willing!"
