294: Is it okay in pastoral areas as well?

"Your magnanimity and tolerance command my respect."

"This has dispelled some of the unpleasant preconceptions I had before coming here, so I am willing to hand over the Spiritual Root to you."

As soon as these words were spoken, Wilde's expression visibly softened. Although it was a pretext, at least the conversation could continue.

"So, what do you mean?"

As Wilde spoke, he first glanced at the butler. Seeing the other man nod slightly, he felt at ease.

"I hope you can first give me some compensation."

"My church was just established, and now it has become like this. A lot of effort has been wasted."

"I am personally very willing to trade the Spiritual Root with you. It's just that you didn't state your intentions clearly at first, leading to some unnecessary misunderstandings that resulted in the current situation."

"But I think, with your magnanimity and ability, it should be possible to provide some compensation to make the transaction smoother, right?"

"Drop that 'right' at the end."

"I can agree to such a small matter right now."

"Feel free to ask for whatever compensation you want. We'll sign the contract after you've made your requests."

Hearing that he only wanted compensation, Wilde also relaxed.

Anything that can be solved with money is a small matter.

He just didn't expect the other party's vision to be so narrow. Even after meeting him in person, he was still preoccupied with something like a church.

At this moment, Mo Ran was actually very nervous.

He had traveled abroad for many years and had some experience in reading expressions and sensing danger; otherwise, he would have struggled to survive until now.

That cough just now and the other party's reaction made him certain of one thing: the other party seemed to be under some kind of restriction and couldn't directly attack him.

In that case, he could take some risks by exploiting this point. He could even directly refuse the contract and get a church for free.

If he really signed the contract, there would likely be a lot of trouble later.

If he couldn't solve it then, he would have to trouble the Taiyi God, which would be more loss than gain.

However, after finishing his sentence, Mo Ran found himself stuck.

He had only thought about the chance to avoid danger but hadn't thought about how to smooth things over so the other party wouldn't ignore the restrictions and forcibly take his Spiritual Root.

Fortunately, there was the all-capable Senior Qingxuan.

After Mo Ran asked for help and shared his thoughts, the other party quickly analyzed a proper set of rhetoric. He just had to follow it.

Mo Ran forced a confident smile as Qingxuan requested and said,

"I hope to obtain a second church."

"Sure, that's very simple." Wilde rested his chin on his hands and nodded with a smile.

"I also hope that I can decide the location of the second church."

"You!" Wilde was about to rebuke him for pushing his luck, but seeing the butler's look, he suppressed his anger and said,

"As long as you don't choose the city center, it's up to you."

Mo Ran nodded.

"The city center is not suitable for establishing a church; I naturally won't choose that place."

"As for my next requirement, before the second church is officially operational, the company cannot disturb me or affect my life, and at the same time, it cannot force me to sign similar contracts."

"Are you joking!"

Wilde could no longer contain himself. Ignoring the butler's attempt to stop him with a look, he stood up, his face full of rage.

Anything else was negotiable, but regarding time, he really didn't want to wait at all.

In the past, it was always others waiting for him. Not only had he made an exception to wait for a commoner all morning, but the other party actually wanted him to wait a few more days?

When had he, Young Master Wang, ever suffered such indignity!

"Establishing a normally functioning church has always been my wish."

"If this wish cannot be realized, I might feel that life is hopeless and commit suicide."

"You dare to threaten me?" Wilde pointed at Mo Ran, about to call for men to take action.

"I cultivate the Dao of Curses. Sometimes, wanting to die is very easy."

"With preparation, even a Nascent Soul cannot stop it."

"Let's discuss it further."

Wilde instantly switched to a smiling face, as if the rage from a moment ago had never existed.

He had investigated and found that this kid's Master was a Nascent Soul-level Curse Grandmaster. Perhaps there really was some curse that even a Nascent Soul couldn't stop.

And the only Nascent Soul present was Butler Fu. If the other party really did something, whether it injured him or ruined the precious Spiritual Root he had already reserved, it was something he didn't want to see.

"I need the company to provide a sum of funding for the construction of the second church."

"Fine."

"I also need the company to stop all surveillance on me during this period."

"That's acceptable."

"The time for official operation will be decided by me."

"You motherf—"

"I don't want to live anymore."

"Pour some wine for Mr. Mo immediately!"

"Can't you see the cup is empty?"

Wilde's hand, which was originally going to point at Mo Ran again, took a turn and became a slap on the head of the nearby attendant. That attendant also hurriedly refilled Mo Ran's teacup with wine.

Mo Ran was about to drink again when he heard Qingxuan's reminder.

"Don't... drink. Business first."

Hearing Qingxuan say this, he also hurriedly put down the cup and continued.

"Young Master Wang, please rest assured. I won't make things difficult for you."

"The reason I'm deciding the operation time is that I want to gather another group of believers."

"After all, a church without believers is no different from an empty shell."

"Once I organize a stable group of believers, it will be officially operational very soon, and I will come to sign the contract with you."

"After all, my original group of believers has already..."

He didn't finish the sentence, but the meaning was clear.

Young Master Wang rubbed his chin somewhat awkwardly and then readily agreed.

"Fine, I can agree to all the requests you just made, but I also hope you can truly do as you said."

"After all, even without surveillance, you know very well that you can't leave this place."

After a moment of awkwardness, Wilde quickly regained his previous elegant posture.

If the other party truly only had this reason, it was reasonable.

Moreover, building a church would inevitably involve many social activities. The deeper his connection with Grace City, the more convenient it would be for his own subsequent arrangements.

In any case, he didn't intend to just wait honestly.

"Thank you, Young Master Wang." Mo Ran stood up and bowed.

"Um, Young Master Wang, regarding the funding..."

Wilde finished another glass of wine.

"Having my business card is the greatest funding."

"Grace Group owns 67% of the industries in the entire city. That business card can satisfy any of your needs."

"Thank you again."

Mo Ran stood up to leave, but just as he reached the door, he suddenly turned around and asked.

"As for the location, is anywhere okay?"

Wilde was somewhat impatient, but for the sake of the Spiritual Root, he held back.

"I said, anywhere except the city center is fine."

"Is the Pastoral Area okay too?"

"I already said anywhere except the city center is fine! Can't you understand?" Wilde grew increasingly impatient, not even hearing the other party's words clearly.

"Okay, okay, sorry to trouble you."

Mo Ran left quickly, fearing Wilde would change his mind.

It was only when he was about to walk out the main gate that Wilde suddenly realized.

"Wait—"

Wilde felt a bit dazed, but words spoken are like spilled water; he wouldn't go back on his word for this.

In the end, he swallowed his words. Only after Mo Ran had left did he look at Butler Fu in confusion.

"Butler Fu, what do you think that commoner is going to the Pastoral Area for?"

Butler Fu lowered his head and thought for a moment before answering.

"Judging from the discrepancy between his earlier and later behavior and speech, he should be hiding some unknown trump card."

"That is why I asked the Young Master to pay more attention just now."

"If his trump card is a Senior's spirit body or something else, he probably thinks he has a way to get rid of us, so he's preparing to find an excuse to implement it."

"And his going to the Pastoral Area is likely an attempt to prepare some sacrifices under the guise of gathering believers."

"After all, those who cultivate the Dao of Curses often do such things."

"Damn, then aren't I in danger?" Wilde's face turned pale, and he immediately wanted to order the man's arrest, but he was stopped by Butler Fu.

"Rest assured, Young Master. With his Realm, his methods are not enough to bypass our Heavenly Eye System."

"This is, after all, the latest generation brought back by the Master a hundred years ago. Although it's not as good as those in first-tier major cities, it's more than enough to stop a lackey like him."

Hearing that there was no danger, Wilde sat back in his chair, but his mood was still bad. He casually grabbed a cup and smashed it on the floor.

"A simple matter, yet it has to be made so troublesome."

"Wouldn't it be over if we just kidnapped him, dug out the Spiritual Root, and turned him into a Cyborg?"

"Instead, not only do I have to wait for that dead commoner, but I also have to be threatened by him. When have I ever suffered such indignity!"

Still not satisfied after speaking, he smashed another cup.

Butler Fu watched quietly. Only when his anger had subsided slightly did he speak slowly.

"When you explained the drinking culture backwards just now, the indignity you suffered should have been even greater."

Bang!

The last cup on the table also shattered.

Wilde's face was now as red as a tomato.

"Alright, Young Master, please calm down first."

"Calm down my ass! Why didn't you tell me just now!"

Fire almost spewed from Wilde's eyes.

At the thought of himself smugly explaining outlander culture to an outlander, only to end up showing his ignorance and losing face...

Recalling the other party's expression at the time, he suddenly understood its meaning.

"Kill! Go and kill him for me! Turn that dead commoner into a Cyborg for me!"

With his order, two attendants flashed to his side.

They were just about to take the order when they were pressed back by a wave of pressure from Butler Fu.

The two looked at each other, then at Butler Fu, and then at their Young Master, momentarily at a loss for what to do.