Chapter 553: Celebration (I)
The two were very close. They had known each other for three months, but they had never had such a face-to-face conversation. Angel's breath was like an orchid blowing on Xu Yangyi's face. It was as if those wild weeds were invading his hard armor shell little by little and spreading all over his body.
Xu Yangyi felt his heartbeat speed up a little.
This was not a good sign. It meant that he was not unmoved by this woman.
In fact, he had nothing to complain about her appearance, figure, and family background. And...
He also didn't like to beat around the bush. His straightforward personality was to his taste.
But.
He still had too many things to finish.
For example... the Tower of Babel.
Another example was his ancestors.
As soon as the weeds in his heart grew, he forced himself to suppress them. He wanted to say it was impossible. But when he said it, it inexplicably became: It's up to you.
Damn it! I didn't mean to say that!
"Then, why don't you try my loving breakfast?" Angel didn't lean on him like she did the last few times, but smiled with a rare virtuous look, and set the tableware: "I spent an hour."
"It took you an hour to make this little thing?" Xu Yangyi, who was still regretting why he said that just now, couldn't help but say something.
Perhaps the carapace on his body was still very heavy, but... it seemed that there was a small gap somewhere.
"You don't know, this cream matsutake soup is particularly troublesome, I tell you..." Angel talked nonstop, her spirits high. Xu Yangyi found that he was not impatient at all. He wanted to find a reason for his impatience, but after failing several times, he simply let it go.
Three hours passed very quickly, and even when he found that a meal took three hours, he was a little surprised. Time actually passed so quickly?
Huh? Didn't you say it was going to be over? Why did it feel so tangled?
Just finished the meal. Angel put away the tableware, got up and left, like a petal floating by, taking away a little freshness. However, when he was leaving, he turned around and said, "Tomorrow, let's try something else?"
Xu Yangyi hesitated for a moment, then said, "Not yet..."
"That's settled." Before he could finish, Angel walked out of the door humming a tune.
Xu Yangyi sighed and took out the scales to look at them. However, less than thirty minutes later, the knock on the door sounded again.
"Come in."
An early marquis, wearing a black clergy robe, followed by four or five earl-level clergy, almost trembling, walked in step by step.
"May the glory of the Lord always shine on you, respected Mr. X." The middle-aged man in the lead knelt on the ground as soon as he entered the door, and the black clergy robe spread out like a black rose, and his voice was terrified: "I, Father Muro, on behalf of Mr. Lawrence, invite Mr. X to St. John's Cathedral."
Behind him, all the earl-level monks did not dare to breathe, and all knelt on the ground. However, they tried their best to see this legendary great spiritualist through their peripheral vision.
As a great spiritualist, he killed Savidian VII, who was famous in Europe and America. They understood why Muro performed such a great gift. In the face of such an existence, ordinary marquises were nothing. When other clergymen of the same period in the church knew that they had invited X, I don’t know how many people were so envious that they wanted to change places with them. Everyone wanted to see what X himself, the strongest great spiritualist in history, looked like.
Xu Yangyi didn't answer. He waved his finger and hundreds of invitations were lined up in the air. He said lightly: "What should we do with these things?"
"Please rest assured, Mr. X." Muro bent down even lower: "Everyone is celebrating for Mr. X at St. John's Cathedral today."
Xu Yangyi smiled: "It's really congested."
"... Just for Mr. X's sake, I don't want to bother Mr. X here, and the place here is too small."
Xu Yangyi nodded and stood up: "Go out, wait for me outside, and leave in 20 minutes."
The group soon arrived at the door of St. John's Cathedral. Today is not Sunday, and the church is still not open. At this moment, there are already many people standing.
There are usually not many cars in the parking space not far from the church, but today, Rolls-Royce, Phantom, Maserati, almost occupy all the lanes. When Xu Yangyi got off the taxi, the door suddenly became noisy.
Monks also have leisure time. Isn't it tiring to fly by yourself every day?
And it's not cool.
After being integrated with mortals for so long, a luxury car and a top-notch flying magic weapon - not fast, but expensive, are almost standard equipment for all first-class families.
"Mr. X, it's such an honor." Just as Xu Yangyi walked over, an old man with white hair came over with a big laugh, and the several-carat diamond ring on his hand dazzled his eyes. He shook Xu Yangyi's hand enthusiastically: "The holy war is so exciting, I feel thrilling watching it on the stage. I really admire Mr. X for winning the top three as a great spiritualist!"
"That's right." An elderly woman came over with a smile and shook hands politely: "No one expected it, and they were all amazed at Mr. X's strength at the same time. But what I am more amazed at is Mr. X's potential, a great spiritualist, a late marquis, oh... it can't be described as genius."
Congratulations along the way, Xu Yangyi's face was almost numb with laughter, these are all first-class families, real top families, all at the door.
Finally, he arrived at the door. A dwarf who was about as tall as his waist, with a braided beard, shook his hand with a barbell-like laugh: "Mr. X, nice to meet you. I miss Mr. X every day after the holy war. I'm so happy to see you here."
"Mr. X." A woman who looked to be in her thirties smiled and said, "I am Stilicho from the Siren family. It's an honor to meet you."
Various greetings were heard incessantly. It took Xu Yangyi more than half an hour to enter St. John's Cathedral. At this moment, the greetings were different.
"Mr. X." The dwarf walked beside him with a mellow smile: "You are in the late marquisate, and it will be not long before you can impact the Grand Duke. I wonder if the supplies are ready?"
"No." Xu Yangyi told the truth. He also guessed a lot about the other party's intention.
"Hehe, if the great spiritualist doesn't mind, the dwarves have a top-grade spiritual stone mine - I mean the kind that has never been mined. You know, it takes an infinite amount of spiritual energy to attack the Grand Duke, and there is a spiritual cave in each spiritual stone mine. Anyone who attacks the Grand Duke will choose the spiritual cave."
"Oh?"
"Haha, if Mr. X is willing, why don't we talk about it in detail later?" The dwarf smiled and said, Xu Yangyi nodded - the spiritual pressure on the other party was very obvious, a half-step Grand Duke.
"What are the conditions?"
"Hahaha, trading with a great spiritualist, the conditions are too vulgar. However, if Mr. X is willing, we are very happy to talk to Mr. X about the sales channels of your annual holy medicine. You also know that the dwarf ore is circulated all over the world, and we have connections with the companies of at least five Grand Dukes in your country. There are as many as six top families, please trust the sales channels of the dwarves."
"But it's just the sales channel of the ore." A deep male voice came from behind, and a thin man with gray hair came over, He raised his glass politely: "We, the Covenus family, haven't talked to Mr. X yet, and the dwarves are acting as chefs?"
The dwarf almost jumped up - although he would be just as high as if he hadn't jumped: "Hey! Little White Wolf, no matter who Mr. X assigns to sell, he has a task that he must complete every year. You have already taken advantage of it! Do you want to take over the sales as well?!"
"No one will complain about too much money. The Covenus family is big and has many people to support."
Xu Yangyi felt a headache, and suddenly he missed that bitch.
This kind of work... I guess the other party will like it very much...
80% of the people who greeted him here were for the holy medicine in his hand, and there were also enrollment quotas for the next quarter. There was no need for him to meet them one by one. If he met too many people, he would offend more people.
He walked comfortably in the hall with a glass of wine. Many people nodded to him when they saw him - that was the Marquis. As for the Earl, those handsome or beautiful men and women could only hide behind the Marquis and admire the tall figure.
"That's the strongest great spiritualist in history..." "Yes! I begged the elders to bring me here." "I can't imagine it. He has only been practicing for a hundred years. How could he have such a strong strength and the knowledge of a great spiritualist!" "Oh? Are you questioning Mr. X? Please be careful with your words." "Nonsense! I'm just sighing!"
The light music sounded, and Xu Yangyi walked aimlessly. Suddenly, he saw a person.
With a flattering look on his face, holding a glass of red wine, he wanted to get closer, but didn't dare to get closer.
Old Parn of the Trisis family.
"Old Parn." Xu Yangyi smiled and shook the wine glass: "Why, why are you hiding when you see me?"
In the hall, the Marquis had such a keen hearing that many looming eyes swept over silently.
Xu Yangyi entered the hall without greeting anyone. No one blamed him. It was too difficult for a great spiritualist to come out. This was the dignity that he should enjoy. This was the first time he greeted someone else.
"Sir X..." Old Parn's face was extremely complicated. He was flattered, as if he was on edge, and there was indescribable uneasiness.
Just a few months ago, this person walked out of the gathering point. When he knew that the other party was a great spiritualist, he almost jumped up.
But who would have thought that this was just the beginning.
Participating in the holy war, passing five levels and killing six generals, and winning the top three all the way, this frightened him countless times more than the great spiritualist!
He felt that Xu Yangyi was very strong at the beginning, but he never thought that the other party was so strong! So that every time he thought of fighting with the other party, he had nightmares.