People in Terra, poor and weak but invincible

Chapter 977: Sakota is dead, and Liberi should be enthroned!

After Ezel fell silent, Valerie took over the conversation.

"Mr. Qi Yan, there is still hope for the situation now." She said in a deep voice, "Although you have made public the fact that Sakota and Sakaz gave birth to a mixed-race child, everyone is just surprised and suspicious. No one knows that Cecilia has been recognized by the law.

I implore you here not to allow Cecilia to appear in public, let alone allow her to show that she is protected by the law in public."

"There's no use in running away." Qi Yan said seriously.

"But this is not something that I, Lemiaoan, or Ezel can decide." Willif pleaded, "I need to go back and report this to the Pope."

"Aren't you going to catch Oren?"

"He can't run away!"

"What about my Liberi beauty pageant?"

Valerie turned around and paused.

Qi Yan:?

Under Qi Yan's expectant eyes, Weierlifu slowly turned around:

"What would you do if I told you that the Pope thought you were bewitched by Ezel and cancelled the beauty pageant out of frustration?"

"It's okay." Qi Yan waved his hand.

Before Willie could breathe a sigh of relief, she heard Qi Yan say:

"I have a wide network of contacts. I don't mind going over to pick up the founder of your legal mainframe, and then running to the basement of your church to make some minor changes to your laws.

This Lateran, if you Sakota can be the master, why can't Liberi be the master?"

Valerie broke out in a cold sweat.

Ezer stood aside, at a loss.

Remian lowered her head in deep thought, and then... she raised her head, her eyes lit up:

"It sounds interesting, what would happen if a group of birds could have empathy and exclude Sakota?

Feiya would probably be so happy that she couldn't sleep at night and would crawl into my bed in the middle of the night to show off to me, right?"

Valerie looked at Lemiaoan in disbelief.

Through empathy, she could confirm that Lemiaoan was really moved!

No, that's not right!

Valerie twisted her thigh hard, forcing herself to focus her scattered mind.

The key issue now is the horrific details revealed in Qi Yan’s words just now.

The laws on which Sakota relies for survival are actually created by man?

And the founder of the law is still alive!

All the explosive information flooded into Valerie's mind, making her feel dizzy.

This time, her confusion was not acted at all, it came completely from the heart.

"Lemuian... No, Ezel!"

Villiver skipped Lemion who was already having fun and said to Azel seriously, "I am granting you a privilege as a cardinal. The right to organize the Libori Beauty Pageant is given to you. You must reorganize the event as quickly as possible.

Until the Pope makes up his mind, the fate of the Lateran rests in your hands!"

"Ah? Me?" Ezer was stunned.

Valerie nodded vigorously, then left the ward quickly, feeling dizzy.

At this moment, she had completely forgotten that she came here with the mission of finding Mostima, and her mind was full of what Qi Yan had just said.

Qi Yan looked at the door that was slowly closing due to gravity and couldn't help but laugh:

"Look, she believed it. She believed it all!"

Hearing this, Lemiaoan asked curiously, "Did you lie to me about what you just said?"

"I, Qi Xiaobai, never lie." Qi Yan patted his chest and assured, "Except for letting Li Boli be the boss, if the little bird is not confused, can it still be called a little bird?"

"Is that so?" Lemiaoan's tone became lost.

Qi Yan:?

"Aren't you afraid that I'm serious?" Qi Yan asked curiously, "We don't have any sympathy."

"You are the one who can be friends with Mastema. I don't know you, but I know her."

Remiaoan inserted the small white wild flower back into the muzzle of the sniper rifle, and returned to her usual gentle and sickly beauty state.

She pushed her wheelchair to pick up the fruit she had dropped, and said jokingly with a smile:

“Also, I really found it very interesting. Cardinal Valerie is usually a strong person, but today she suffered so much setbacks. It’s a pity that I can’t use the terminal to record it.

She doesn't have a good relationship with Mastema. If I can save the video of her being humiliated, maybe I can really lure out the lurking Mastema."

"It's actually very easy to find Mostima."

"How to say?"

"Make a big enough nest with a bait and she will come in and take the bait."

"So you have a plan?"

"I need your cooperation."

……

……

Felia was lying on the hospital bed, looking at the pitiful Patya ice sculpture beside her. She wanted to help but was powerless to change the current situation.

Qi Lin sat on a chair on the other side of the bed, holding Cecilia and telling fairy tales, trying hard to correct Cecilia's worldview that had been distorted by Qi Yan.

"The farmer's increasingly excessive demands made the goldfish angry, and he finally withdrew all his wishes. Cecilia, what lesson did you learn from this story?"

"Well, relying on others for help won't last long."

"…It's a little off, but it's a pretty good understanding. Anything else?"

"So I should have followed what Qi Yan taught me. When encountering this kind of situation, I should have transferred the risk!"

Qi Lin thought to himself that something was wrong.

Before she could stop him, Cecilia pointed her white little fingers and said thoughtfully:

“The first step is to firmly grasp this talking goldfish in our hands and not let it go because of the temptation of immediate benefits.

The second step is to take the goldfish to the market, make a small profit by using the gimmick of seeing the talking goldfish, and continue to expand the influence to attract more people's attention. This is called traffic.

The third step is to decisively sell the goldfish to the wealthy businessmen in the city after successfully hyping up the basic market, in exchange for a huge amount of wealth and run away. This is called cashing out.

By doing this, you can not only live a prosperous life, but also get rid of the subsequent troubles. This is called risk transfer and you can retire after success!"

Looking at Cecilia's little hands gesturing in front of him, Qi Lin couldn't help but sigh.

For a moment, she didn't know whether to praise the child for his intelligence or to teach him a lesson for learning bad things so quickly.

In a short period of time, he actually learned some of Qi Yan's ability to cause trouble, which could be called memetic pollution.

Just when Qi Lin was having a headache, the door was pushed open and the culprit walked into the room with a strange young man from Sakta.

"Hey, Iced Birdie, in black stockings. You are the one who understands me best in this world."

As soon as Qi Yan entered the door, he saw the ice sculpture of Patia, and a smile immediately spread across his face.

Qi Lin narrowed her eyes and warned:

"You'd better not stick your tongue out to lick me when I'm not paying attention."

"It's so funny. I also live in the snowy plains of Ursus. How could I be so stupid?"

Qi Yan walked to the bedside table, picked up a thermos and said, "I must prepare hot water in advance before licking it!"

"Then just keep carrying it."

Qi Lin snapped her fingers, and the kettle in Qi Yan's hand instantly froze into ice and was firmly fixed in his hand.