Chapter 1090 1090: Out of Control (Part 3)

Hearing that Cremon was a rich man from Dortmund, Kadu's eyes lit up and he took out his business card and handed it over with a smile: "Do you mind if I promote it?"

Aslan smiled and nodded.

"If you want to advertise, you can come to me, whether it's the "Chester Daily" or the "Kill Tagong", I can get a preferential price."

Kadu just listened to Jessia's introduction, and he confirmed the identity of Amuro, who has recently been in the XC and DC districts, and has created huge wealth in a short period of time.

Haidilao hotpot restaurant has opened two stores in each of the four urban areas in the southeast and northwest, and it is said that four more stores have been planned outside the metropolitan area. The business of Haidilao hotpot restaurant alone can make Amuro rank among Chester The rich ranks.

Its wealth is no longer under the Berestow Lighting Company.

"I've always had a need for that."

Then, Aslan turned to Celine, and handed her another business card in his hand:

"I am a magician, and I also have some research on pharmacy. I hope to have the opportunity to cooperate."

"Looking forward to working with you."

Celine talked about cooperation and took the business card, but it was not difficult to see from her tone that she was very disdainful of Aslan's research on pharmacy.

Could it be that because she can land a plane, she is narrow-minded.

Aslan muttered something, deliberately directed the topic to the medical field, and chatted quite well with Celine and Kadu.

Celine was also very surprised by Aslan's knowledge of surgery.

After a brief chat, Aslan followed Jessia to meet other guests.

During this process, Aslan didn't forget to take food and drinks, and seemed to be very adaptable to such an environment.

After walking around, Jessia stopped and said after deliberation: "Mr. Amuro, what do you think?"

Aslan put down the plate in his hand, took the attendant's handkerchief, and said, "We'll wait for the investigation report to come out."

Jessia didn't have any accidents. This is a common problem of almost all businessmen. This point is especially obvious for magicians.

In other outer continents or nothing, in the middle countries, every high-level magician is basically a qualified businessman.

During this period, Aslan only chatted with Parks for a few words, tested his understanding of the current situation of Berestol Lighting Company, and the final answer disappointed him very much.

Although Parks knew that the company had problems with the supply of magic lamps recently, he still maintained an optimistic view.

What an ignorant guy.

Aslan smiled, and did not intend to continue the deep conversation with Parks. Lukaku, who had been paying attention to Aslan, realized something, and walked towards Jesiah with a serious expression.

"Mr. Clement already knows about the company?"

Jessia nodded without any surprise,

Lukaku suddenly became anxious. Now that the company urgently needs a sum of money to turn the situation around, Jessia also revealed the company's plight. Isn't he afraid of scaring people away?

"Rest assured, Mr. Amuro's wisdom is beyond our imagination. I have full confidence that he will definitely win this company."

Jessia said sternly.

Lukaku opened his mouth, not knowing how to answer, so he could only nod silently.

After the lunch meeting was over, he boarded his high-end four-wheeled carriage and returned to the East District.

Looking at the street scene outside the window for a while, Aslan suddenly turned his head and said to the personal servant Aite:

"Turn to Holy Mass."

He hasn't been to the Holy Mass Church for a while. Although he donated a sum of money to Bishop Ella last time, it has been too long and it will affect the personality of his sincere believer.

Aslan had just entered the big prayer hall, and with the help of the light from the wall behind the altar, he looked around naturally, taking in all the believers who were praying inside.

With just one glance, Aslan noticed something strange. In the first row, there was a man wearing a black clergyman's robe. He had a cold breath, a pale face, and an old man with withered hair. He was closing his eyes tightly and concentrating on praying. .

The aura emanating from him was very strange, which made Aslan feel extremely depressed.

Aslan didn't get close to the weird clergyman, found a remote place to sit down, and handed the hat and cane to the personal servant Aite.

Aslan prayed quietly. He had memorized the scriptures so well that he could recite them casually.

At this moment, he felt that someone was paying attention to him, and his divine sense noticed a pair of eyes, eyes that were as dark as ink, eyes without the slightest emotion.

Aslan was very familiar with that feeling. He was a magician who had become enchanted, and he was only one step away from a demon.

Aslan opened his eyes subconsciously, and the weird priest straightened up at some point, turned his head, and looked at Aslan indifferently.

Aslan's scalp went numb for an instant, he forced a smile, and nodded to the other party, as if it was just normal eye contact.

The inner watchman nodded slowly in response.

Then, Aslan only felt the surrounding environment pull away, first it became blurred, and then settled down and became clear.

He knew that he had passively entered the sea of ​​consciousness.

The last time he was pulled into the sea of ​​consciousness by Xicanuo.

This church is too weird.

Even if Sicano is the most powerful man in the mainland, this strange clergyman in front of him is only a beginner in the strength of a great magister, so why can he be pulled into the sea of ​​consciousness.

While maintaining the image of Amuro, he looked around instinctively, and found that he was still in the Holy Mass Church, but all the seats had been carved out of marble, and the holy breath came over his face.

The holy light in front of the altar continued to burst out, and the sacred and noble statue of Sikano became more and more solid.

Could it be that Cycano summoned him again.

Something is wrong!

The church has a certain bonus effect on the enchanted grand magister.

Alarm bells rang in Aslan's heart.

The strange clergyman with withered yellow hair stood directly in front of the statue, staring coldly at Aslan in black formal attire.

Seeing Aslan looking back, his pupils became darker and darker. In just two or three seconds, black air gushed out from his pupils, slowly covering the entire prayer hall. gas.

The turbulent flow of responsible magic power brought by the out-of-control demons reduced Aslan's sensitivity to surrounding magic elements by several levels, bringing strong fear to people.

The trembling breath and extreme fear made Aslan truly feel the terror of the out-of-control demon.

This is a completely different existence of a rational demon like Medea who breaks through the great magister with the help of enchantment.

Out of control? The enchanted great magister lost control? Aslan stood there, subconsciously wanting to react, trying to break free from the dream with his own strength, but in an instant, he thought of what Medea had said, once he used all his strength, the hidden things in him would be destroyed. The breath will be exposed.