Chapter 935 The Temptation to Go Home

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Fortunately, St. Martha helped Wang Yan put in a good word before that.

This made her eyes widen: "No wonder Her Majesty the Saint always makes her teeth itch with hatred every time she mentions you. Forget it, for the sake of your meritorious service this time, our Vatican will give you these 10%. ”

With St. Martha's status in the Holy See of Light, these words can certainly count. In fact, she was unwilling to take up a high-level position within the Holy See, otherwise there would be no doubt that she would serve as a regional archbishop.

"Hey, senior Saint Martha, don't blame me. My little arms and legs are too poor." Wang Yan said shamelessly, his face not red but his heart still beating.

"You call yourself poor?" St. Martha rolled her eyes at him angrily and said, "As far as I know, you won a lot of money just by gambling at the Global Youth Conference. You have enough money to last in your lifetime. There’s no end to spending.”

Of course Wang Yan knew that the trouble he had solved for the Holy See would not reach the level of 10% of the resources. Hehe smiled and said, "Actually, I still admire the demeanor of the senior Saint Martha. How about this, how about I donate one billion US dollars to the International Red Cross?"

As soon as these words came out, St. Martha's suddenly changed into a spring breeze and said with a smile: "Very good. On behalf of the International Red Cross, I would like to express my great gratitude to you."

One billion US dollars is not much to Wang Yan. St. Martha helped him, so naturally she should reciprocate the favor. The most important thing is that Wang Yan believes in the International Red Cross and they will use the money in the right way.

Wang Yan transferred the money to the Red Cross in a timely manner, and St. Martha repeatedly stated that it would mail Wang Yan a receipt certificate and a breakdown of the money usage. As a large donor, Wang Yan can check the Red Cross's accounts at any time.

After some operations, Wang Yan finally solved 80% of the resources.

Later, Wang Yan asked Emmons how to contact Babbitt, the dark singer. Less than ten minutes after Emmons released an owl, Babbitt appeared in front of Wang Yan and said anxiously: "Son of Flame, I heard that you want to sell the crystal core of the Banshee? Well, you, you You, you actually got promoted to S level?”

Babbitt, who came in a hurry, was naturally shocked by Wang Yan's training progress. S level, how old is this son of flame? He is already S level?

Babbitt also considered himself a rare magic genius, but he felt that compared with the Son of Fire, he was as old as a dog.

Without contrast, there is no harm. For a moment, Babbitt's momentum weakened a bit. With the talent that the Son of Flame has shown today, if he does not die unexpectedly, it is a certainty that he will reach the level of demigod in this life.

"Yes, although that crystal core is extremely precious." Wang Yan said calmly, "But because I want to build a two-way transmission array, if you are willing to invest one-tenth of the materials, I will sell the crystal core to you."

"One-tenth of the material for the two-way teleportation array?" Babbitt was stunned for a few seconds, then jumped up like a cat whose tail was stepped on, "Son of Flame, why don't you go and rob?" He is not a fool, so of course he understands the value of one-tenth of the resources.

His Black Thorn College was a college he founded by himself. It was not a college with deep accumulation like Starry Sky College, nor was it a wealthy super organization like the Holy See of Light.

The resources Wang Yan asked for were almost equal to all the wealth that Babbitt could provide.

"There is no justice in buying and selling." Wang Yan chuckled and said, "If you don't want to buy it, forget it. I, the son of the flame, don't like to buy and sell by force." He calmly put away the crystal core.

"Son of Flame, an S-class crystal core, is worth at most 3% of the materials for a two-way teleportation array." Babbitt gritted his teeth and said, "I am willing to pay 5% of the materials."

"An S-class crystal core with both the law of death and the law of soul." Wang Yan ignored him and said with a smile, "I believe many people in the Dark Council will be interested."

"Damn it, they won't pay me such a high price." Babbitt said anxiously, "And the law of the soul has little effect on me."

In fact, he was lying. Many dark magics involve magic at the soul level. If he understands the laws of the soul, his understanding of dark magic will be even higher.

It is extremely difficult to find a crystal core of a similar level, which is also Babbitt's hope of breaking through to S+ level.

"It doesn't matter, I'm willing to buy it if I have money." Wang Yan said lightly. It was precisely because he saw Babbitt's potential needs that he opened his mouth.

"Damn, damn. Son of Fire, you are blackmailing, blackmailing." Babbitt was so angry that he flew into a rage, and the dark aura around him became entangled, and a powerful aura of a legendary powerhouse rose up.

"What? Your Excellency, the Dark Singer, wants to compete with each other?" Wang Yan stared at him without showing any signs of weakness and said with a smile, "I have just been promoted to S-level, and my hands are very itchy. I want to find someone to test how much I have grown. "

Babbitt felt a chill in his heart and immediately sobered up a little.

The Son of Fire is a weird one. In the middle of reaching S level, he had already killed the Gu Saint and the Banshee in Southeast Asia. Now that he has been promoted to S-level, his strength must have greatly improved.

If one fails, he will become a stepping stone to his fame.

Even if it was a tie, it would be extremely detrimental to him. The majestic dark singer actually got into a tie with a young boy in his twenties.

Once word spreads at this time, the reputation he has accumulated for half a lifetime will be ruined.

After a long while of looking uncertain, Babbitt sighed helplessly and said, "I finally understand why Emmons dislikes you so much. Son of Fire, you are simply a vampire. Never mind, 10% is 10%, as long as you can successfully advance to S+ level, it is worthwhile." As he spoke, the old face was full of sinisterness and pain.

"Mr. Babbitt is wise." Wang Yan laughed, took out the crystal core and threw it over, "Just give your part of the materials directly to Dean Emmons."

Wang Yan was not afraid that he would take the crystal stone without paying. If that situation really happened, Wang Yan had a lot of ways to deal with him and make him spit out twice as much.

As soon as Babbitt got the crystal core, his mood changed, and his eyes were full of excitement: "I guarantee that the materials will arrive within half a month. Now, I have to study this crystal core. Excuse me."

In an instant, Babbitt disappeared without a trace holding the crystal core. He looked like a sex-hungry ghost who saw a peerless beauty. How could he resist?

As soon as Babbitt left, Saint Martha said with admiration: "Great, great, Son of Fire, you have raised 20% of the materials in a short time. The remaining 10% should be easy for you to solve yourself, right?"

"Fortunately, fortunately, it still costs a little." Wang Yan said modestly. Wang Yan already had a solution for the remaining materials.

Through the underground black market, you can buy the materials you can afford with money. If you really can't buy them, you can use your merit points to exchange them.

Once this was done, Wang Yan had a private small space, and it was a small space of the flame system that was very suitable for his attributes, which was equivalent to making a big backyard for himself.

With Wang Yan's physique, practicing in such a small space will increase his progress a lot. Today, Wang Yan needs this kind of practice environment the most.

After the matter was done, Emmons's face fell even more. He waved his hand unhappily and said: "Son of Fire, I'm tired and I want to rest. Prepare the materials and I will build it for you."

The implication was, of course, to drive people away. There was no way. Emmons was back to the impulsive days when he wanted to beat Wang Yan when he saw him. This guy was simply a disaster star. Nothing good would happen if he showed up.

"Haha, Dean Emmons, take a rest." Wang Yan was in a very good mood. "I've been on a business trip for less than a month. It's just right for me to go back to the National Non-Government Bureau to report on my work."

After saying goodbye, Wang Yan opened the mobile phone APP and checked the satellite flights in Lydia's reluctant eyes. Then, he rushed straight into the sky and took a free satellite back to Huahai City.

It was evening when he got home. Wang Yan decided to go home and rest for a night, and then report on his work at the unit tomorrow.

As soon as he opened the door with the key, he saw two beauties, one big and one small, having dinner in the living room, and they seemed to be talking happily and giggling.

Dizzy!

Wang Yan's head was dizzy, and he actually forgot. Linghu Yaojue, the new director of our National Non-Government Bureau, has been staying at his home. He originally thought that she and Sun Youmiao would never get along well, and she should have moved out long ago when he was away from home for so many days.

Unexpectedly, two beauties were eating hot pot around the table.

"Uncle is back?" Sun Youmiao smiled even more happily when she saw Wang Yan, and jumped into Wang Yan's arms like a little white rabbit, "Uncle, I was just talking about you with Sister Linghu. Did you bring me a gift when you came back from this business trip?"

"Miaomiao, your uncle must be tired after traveling all the way." Linghu Yaojue said gently with a foxy face, "Let him take a hot bath first."

"Oh!" Sun Youmiao got off Wang Yan obediently and said flatteringly, "Uncle, Miaomiao will help you get hot water." After that, she disappeared in a flash.

"Wang Yan, sit down for a while." Linghu Yaojue virtuously brewed a pot of tea and said in a very gentle tone, "You are really tired on this business trip. What do you want to eat later? I'll make it."

For a while, Wang Yan opened his mouth wide and didn't say a word. The whole person was a little confused. What is this situation?

When did Linghu Yaojue and Sun Youmiao become as close as sisters?

And? Is this Wang Yan's home, or Linghu Yaojue's home? Why does she feel like the hostess of this house, entertaining guests?

No, no, Wang Yan feels more like a "virtuous and gentle" wife, asking about her husband's well-being when he returns home from a business trip.

A chill ran from Wang Yan's heart to his forehead.

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