“...... She is a blood clan, and the blood clan has gray forces in Shanghai, and those rich businessmen are normal and reliable. I don't know much about the business, communication, partying and the like of you upper-class people, Liu Ru has told me many times that those people can be of great help, and I am too lazy to deal with them. Mo Fan said.

Liu Ru is now an elder in the blood clan, and the Judgment Council hopes that Old Man Bao will come out and suppress the gray forces in the Demon Capital, which are mainly composed of Inhumans, Blood Clans, and some secret clubs, among which the Blood Clan occupies the dominant, dividing the urban areas of major cities with territories, and doing some things that rub shoulders with the precepts of the Judgment Council......

Old Man Bao's method of dealing with it is very simple, that is, to cultivate Liu Ru, let Liu Ru deter the gray forces, restrain the gray people, prevent them from doing things that hurt nature and reason, and at the same time give them some protection, so that they will not be unable to survive in the city.

The gray forces can maintain a balance, which is what the Inquisition Council and the government want to see the most, because the existence of non-human and non-demon beings like the Blood Clan, the Holy Inquisition may not be able to manage it, and it is obviously not appropriate to deal with all of them as evil people, after all, there will not be a few people like Liu Ru!

Now Liu Ru has maintained the balance between the two regions of the Demon Capital, and among the people involved in the gray forces, the magnates account for a large proportion, these people are the key to establishing a force and clan, Mo Fan didn't take those people seriously before, and now that he thinks about it, he still needs to use it, just to fulfill Mu Ningxue......

With his own character of cutting people if he disagrees, it is a matter of time before he offends the big forces, and without some backing, don't really want to live comfortably.

......

Mu Ningxue fell asleep, and Mo Fan couldn't stay in her room all the time.

The plan after chatting with Mu Ningxue is nothing more than hoping to have more close contact, and then she can naturally find an opportunity to attack her, what a dark and windy lonely night in a certain month, which drunk and unconscious weekend...... Tut-tut, this little white rabbit can't run away!!

Walking through the streets of Venice, Mo Fan couldn't help but think about Egypt.

Egypt was able to put Greece and Britain on the back burner because it was definitely not just a matter of luck, their undead were so powerful that they could call almost infinitely within a single battlefield.

Mo Fan wondered a little, why did Egypt suddenly become so powerful, their undead were actually very weak in front of the strong in the past, why did they suddenly become invincible?

"Mo Fan. While thinking, he heard another beautiful and light voice coming from the small alley next to him, Mo Fan turned his head to look, and found that it was a woman wearing a black silk veil standing there, the shadow of the wall covered her entire beautiful body, if ordinary people look here, they will feel a vague shadow at most, and they will never see a woman here.

Mo Fan looked at her and couldn't help laughing: "How much is a night, street girl?"

"How much are you willing to give?" asked Asaria rhetorically.

"You're so beautiful, you're bankrupt but begging for a shot. Mo Fan said.

"Obscene!" Asharia glared at him fiercely.

"What are you looking for from me, why do I feel like you've been hanging around me lately, I admit that I'm a charismatic person, like poison to many women, and I can't help myself, but I firmly believe that you should be beyond the determination of ordinary women as a candidate. Mo Fan said.

"I'm going to fly to Greece tomorrow morning, and I suddenly thought of someone, so I came to ask you about her. Asaria pointed to a cozy tavern not far away with dimly lit lights, and motioned for Mo Fan to go there and talk in detail.

"Leave tomorrow morning, then we should cherish tonight and come a few more ......times."

"What did you say!"

"There should be more sincere conversations, and there should be more sincerity and less routines between people. ”

Asaria didn't bother to bother with Mo Fan, a guy who couldn't spit out ivory, and walked to the tavern.

She seemed to be quite familiar with this place, ordered a glass of fruit wine she wanted, Mo Fan asked for a bottle of Sprite, and asked with a puzzled face: "What do you want to ask about Mu Ningxue, the bow that defeated you?"

"Why do you think I'm going to lose when you beat my bow?" asked Asaria with a smirk.

"If you admit defeat, you don't just lose. Mo Fan said.

"It's hard to say whether I will win or lose, but I didn't think I could use this power on the field at the beginning, so I chose to give up. Also, why do you think I'm asking about Mu Ningxue?" said Asharia.

"Isn't it?" Mo Fan said.

Looking at the expression on Asharia's face, Mo Fan already had an answer, and couldn't help but say strangely: "Then who are you asking?"

"Now like me, I'm a candidate for the Parthenon, and according to what you said in the arena today, she's your little wife?" said Azaria.

"You said Xinxia, oh, I almost forgot that you were colleagues. Mo Fan said.

"Colleague, can you change the word to a better one?"

"What did you ask her for?" Mo Fan said.

"There's nothing special to ask, just to chat with you, by the way, get to know her, I'm quite curious about her, and I'm quite curious about you, I didn't expect you to be brothers and sisters in a restructured family. Asaria said.

"We call it a child bride. Mo Fan felt that Ashariya's tone was strange.

"Okay. Tell me about your past, I'm very interested, when I was a child, my stepfather would always tell me some stories about childhood sweethearts. Asaria asked.

Mo Fan was inexplicable for a while, but Ashariya just let her hear it, and it was not a particularly hidden matter, with Asariya's wrist to check, it could be found casually, Mo Fanchun chatted about the previous things in Bocheng.

Mo Fan said, and Asariya listened, and she listened very seriously.

Not long after he said that, Asariya suddenly interjected, "Didn't you live together?"

"We rarely live together, my dad and I are two men, it is inconvenient to take care of her, junior high school she is in the girls' middle school, close to my aunt's house, and I have lived with my aunt since then. In high school, I'm a boarder, I'm very diligent in learning magic, let's meet once a week, and there will be a little more phone calls......"

"I didn't expect you to be a self-taught person, from an inconspicuous town to the current high-profile arena in Venice, is it a special sense of accomplishment?"

"When did you become a reporter after the game?" Mo Fan wondered for a while, but Mo Fan felt that Asariya was just chatting with him, "I said so many things about me, can you tell me about yours, the noble, respected, and beautiful goddess candidate Asariya?"

Hearing the strange tone of Mo Fan's words, Asaria didn't care about this kind of person, and said casually: "I don't think I'm anything special, it's nothing more than a little orphan who was adopted by a very wonderful person, who gave me a name and gave me a high status, even if he died, I was respected like a princess in the holy kingdom he established." ”

"Who are you talking about?" asked Mo Fan.

"The Holy Son Ventai should be the most outstanding great sage of the Parthenon for hundreds of years. Asaria said.

"Oh, it's him. Mo Fan suddenly realized.

The name of Wentai, Mo Fan has really heard of it, but this person is a rather contradictory person, with what he has done, it is enough to go down in the history of the world, be admired, and be praised by future generations, but Mo Fan found that this person's information and materials are not completely public many times, and even the cause of his death is not specifically introduced, as if he has been blocked.

"He seems to be a sensitive person. Mo Fan said.

"Yes, the name of the saint has made the greatest contribution to Parthenon's current position, but in the end it is still no match for jealousy. As she said this, she had already drunk the wine.

"What, could it be that the cause of his death was framed?" Mo Fan said in surprise.

Asaria shook her head.

"It's not a frame-up, then what are you doing with a sad look, the old man is old, and it's good to be in the ground. Mo Fan said.

"He was put to death in the open. Asaria's gaze became a little serious.

Mo Fan opened his mouth, and he didn't know how to answer for a while.

"Why is it so easy and pleasant to talk about my affairs, and so serious and pessimistic to talk about your affairs, or not to talk about things that have passed, it just so happens that I also have something I want to ask you. Mo Fan decisively changed the topic and did not continue to talk about the Holy Son Wentai.

"What do you want to ask?" Asharia quickly collected her mood and did not dwell on the past.

"Parthenon, how strong is it?" asked Mo Fan.

Ashariya was stunned, she didn't expect Mo Fan to ask such a question.

"Why do you ask?"

"I'm just curious about how strong an organization can be that has the highest influence in the world. Mo Fan said

"The Parthenon is divided into four main halls, the Temple of the Goddesses, the Hall of Knights, the Hall of Faith, and the Hall of Judgment. The four halls are headed by the Shrine of the Goddess, the Knight's Hall is the armed force of the guardian Shrine of the Goddess, the Temple of Faith is open to all believers, and the Hall of Judgment is used to establish rules, punishments, and punishments. ”

"The Temple of the Goddess is at the highest peak, below is the Hall of Knights, further down is the Hall of Judgment, and further down is the Hall of Faith near the foot of the mountain, and the Faith Mage who can serve there is at least the middle rank, and the Faith Mage of the Temple of Faith changes according to the number of people who come here to receive blessings from those who are free believers, and if it is a festival, the size of the Faith Mage is not inferior to a 10,000-strong army of mid-level mages. ”

Speaking of this, Asaria smiled lightly and said, "So, if the two of us are in the Hall of Faith, I only need to shout a word of indecency, and you will be swallowed up by more than 10,000 mages whose strength is at least mid-level. ”

Mo Fan pouted for a moment, and then asked, "What about the Hall of Judgment?"

"The Hall of Judgment is a Judgment Mage, a total of a thousand, and their strength is above the high level. (To be continued.) )