"Seth you ......"

The goddess of fortune's mouth opened, but before she could finish her sentence, she was interrupted by Cervantes.

"Shh

The black dragon shook his index finger, "Don't speak, I'll just say it." ”

'You don't have to speak, no matter what happens in the future, I'll bear all the guilt,' Latinia didn't know if she was right, but to her, that's what Cervantes meant.

Then, Cervantes turned his head to look at the shocked Moore nobles, and a sense of superiority and arrogance jumped on his face.

"Is there anything else you want to say?" Cervantes scoffed, "If not, then please go back, anyway, we know all the things we want to know, you can get out!"

"No, Lady Goddess......"

The Earl of Gordon groaned in his heart, and set his eyes on the goddess of fortune expectantly, only to find that she had tilted her head sideways, as if she had heard nothing.

Although he couldn't feel the eyes of the others, the Earl of Gordon already knew what the others thought.

So he gritted his teeth and pleaded with a sad face: "Goddess, if you don't stay, then the Moore Business Federation is very likely to fall into chaos! Don't you see? This 'Wade Francis' is an imposter at all, this is a conspiracy, a conspiracy to deal with our Moore. Please, no, please stay in Mor, we will listen to your teachings in the future, please, please save Mor, save your people!"

Earl Gordon spoke very beautifully, and his acting skills were also very good, and when he cried, he did not lie at all, he said it with tears in his eyes, and then even he cried himself.

But!

"Shut up, you shameless thing!" It was Cervantes who spoke now, and it was the black dragon who was responsible for answering them, and since she didn't say a word just now, the goddess of wealth had already put the decision in the hands of Cervantes.

"Didn't you all want to get Latinia out before, and now you are so shameless in begging her to stay here, I tell you, even if you daydream, don't be so outrageous, dreams and fantasies are inseparable from reality. Let me ask you, if this were the case, would you say yes?" said Cervantes with a grin, to Count Gordon.

Count Gotton's expression froze on his face, and at this moment, he could not even squeeze out tears.

"I, I ......"

Count Gordon trembled, and he found himself riding a tiger.

If he said 'no', then it was really impossible for the Goddess of Wealth to remain in the Moore Commonwealth, but if he said 'can', his face would be over, and the matter would become a laughing stock in aristocratic circles...... How should he choose?

Count Gordon regretted it, why did he stand up before, if he hadn't stood up himself, then the person who might become a laughing stock now would not be himself!

Someone should say this, but it shouldn't be yourself......

Count Gordon took a deep breath, his expression was serious and serious, and he nodded heavily and said, "Yes, if it were me, I would have agreed!"

"Oh, well!"

Count Gordon couldn't help but rejoice when he saw Cervantes sigh, and then they heard the black dragon say, "You can get out when you're done!"

Huh?

More than one of the people present fell into a stupor, because they saw the disgusted expression on Cervantes' face.

"What?" Cervantes tilted his head, "Not convinced?" He said he would say yes when he encountered this kind of thing, but what does it matter to me? He would agree, I wouldn't! Isn't that weird?"

"You-"

Count Gordon stood up abruptly and shouted angrily, "You are playing me, you dare to play with me?!"

"Nope!"

Cervantes looked at him with strange eyes, "From the beginning, they were two different things, how could you think that as long as you answered my question, I would let her stay here? Are you stupid? I, Cervantes, am the evil dragon of evil dragons, and when it comes to what I have, no one can take it unless I want to give it!"

"Just by your word—"

A smirk erupted on the black dragon's face, "Will I let her go?"

Under the gaze of the black dragon, Count Gordon broke out in a cold sweat, and his waist, which was straight because of anger, bent down unconsciously.

But Count Gordon is not an ordinary person, he is a great nobleman of the Moore Commercial Federation, what has he never seen in the world?

When facing Cervantes, he bent down because he was under pressure from the higher beings, but there was not the slightest fear in his heart, but it was clear.

"Whew...... Whew......"

Thinking in a deep breath, Count Gordon suddenly raised the corners of his mouth and smiled.

"This kind of thing--how can you, an outsider, make a decision for the goddess-sama?This matter, the goddess-sama should make a statement herself!"

Count Gordon held his head high and smiled triumphantly: "In this matter, what you say doesn't count!"

As soon as this statement came out, the bishops of the Church of Fortune were furious, especially the old Pope, who glared angrily at Count Gordon.

They were a little grateful to Cervantes, but at the same time a little dissatisfied.

Because he has borne all the charges for the goddess of wealth, now these Moore nobles are thinking about how to use the goddess to help Moll tide over the difficulties, and after that?

The saying that circulated among the clergy of the merchants and the Church of Wealth: 'The promises of the nobles are not promises, and the contracts of the nobles cannot be trusted' are enough to paint in the hearts of the people the ugly faces of the nobles who often rebelled.

The resentment against Cervantes was only due to his domineering attitude, but they also knew that if Cervantes did not do so, the nobles would definitely fight to the death.

But they were outraged, and even though Cervantes had already done that, Count Gordon was still stalking!

'Anyway, you've already lost face, so it's better to lose face at all—face, you can't get back your power and the life you might lose......

Count Gordon glanced at the imposter who had been pressed to the ground without saying a word.

Since Wade Francis has been assassinated, how can he, as a great nobleman of More, be sure that he is not being targeted?

"Sizzle...... It's a bit of a hassle!"

Just as Count Gordon was already smirking triumphantly, Cervantes pinched her cheek with his left hand, which was around the shoulders of the goddess of wealth.

His action was undoubtedly 'blasphemy', but the priests around him only glared into his eyes and showed their anger with their eyes, and did nothing else.

The goddess of wealth was in a hurry, but she couldn't say a word.

"So be it!"

The black dragon patted his head, laughed, and then picked up the goddess of wealth by the waist.

"Seth, you...... What are you doing?"

The goddess of wealth nervously grabbed Cervantes's arm, not afraid that she would fall, but that the black dragon would do something stupid.

The old Pope also took a deep breath and warned Cervantes with a stern face: "Your Excellency the Sad Wind, please let go of my lord, you are blasphemy!"

Count Gordon watched Cervantes' movements, and suddenly felt a wave of unease in his heart.

So he shouted to the black dragon with all his might, "Lay down, let go of the goddess, or I will wage war against you in the name of the 'Gordon family'!"

"Don't move!

Cervantes laughed and said, "It's kidnapping time - your goddess is in my hands now, she's my hostage, so you-all don't move!"

"Cervantes, what are you crazy about?!"

The goddess of wealth couldn't help but let out an angry roar at the black dragon: "Is your brain in water?, kidnap me in my temple, my holy city?!"

"Shh......h

The black dragon raised an index finger, and the corners of his mouth behind the index finger raised in a crazy arc.

Cervantes laughed hideously, "It's kidnapping time, hostages are not allowed to speak!"