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Chapter 1077 The Cursed Dragon and His Human Knight (65)

The Cursed Dragon and His Human Knight (Sixty-Five)

"Is this your only purpose?"

Harris picked up the black tea and tried to hide the inquiry in his eyes. He was not surprised that the other party sought his protection as the city lord.

The reason why the recovery potion hadn't been sold publicly in Lionheart City was obvious. "Are you worried that the church would cause trouble for you over this and the 'holy water' issue?"

The church's "holy water" is not cheap. Not only does it cost the believers all their money, it may even cost them their lives.

In comparison, a gold coin is obviously easier to obtain for those who are in urgent need of medicine.

Just like Hill who is working for Song Ning, her current job pays her five silver coins a month, and she can earn one gold coin in less than two years of work.

Compared to the requirement of donating all one's property to demonstrate one's faith and love for the God of Light, the church's requirement is obviously like a devil that eats people without leaving any bones.

Harris thought of this, and his heart softened, so he took the initiative to speak.

"If you can guarantee the quality and price of the recovery potions you sell, I will protect you even if you don't come to me on your own initiative."

His frankness also directly expressed his attitude. Compared to the troubles brought by the Church of Light, the young city lord obviously cared more about his people.

The blue arc in Lance's eyes leaped for the first time in a long time, and he recorded the data of the human in front of him.

"That's fine, but we doubt whether Lord Harris can fight against the church."

He crossed his arms and bluntly expressed his doubts about Harris's strength and power.

"The Church of Light is the dominant power in the Empire and even the entire continent. We cannot fathom its depth and power. The Church strictly controls the supply of 'holy water'. The impact of the recovery potion on 'holy water' will sooner or later draw the Church's wrath. By then, City Lord Harris, can you truly stand up to the Church?"

Before Harris could say anything, a furry head popped out from behind Lance.

Song Ning: "It's not that we don't believe in your strength, City Lord Harris, but we heard that the church has been pressuring you recently to hand over the guard who 'blasphemed the God of Light'."

Harris's face darkened. "I think this is a question of me? You don't think I can protect you from the church."

Song Ning let out a soft laugh from his throat, shrank back and gave the home court to Lance.

Who of these two people is the real pharmacist?

This thought flashed through Harris's mind, and his inquiring gaze swept over but was completely blocked by Lance's tall figure.

After protecting the person behind him and pouring a cup of black tea for Song Ning, Lance met Harris's gaze.

"Yes, if Lord Harris cannot save that guard from the church, then we certainly cannot trust you to be able to provide protection."

This was the first time Harris encountered two guys who spoke so bluntly. He was silent for a while and then asked back.

"Since you doubt my ability, why did you come to me? Aren't you worried that I'll hand you over to the church?"

Where do these two guys get their confidence from?

Lance and Song Ning laughed together, "Of course not worried."

Song Ning leaned against Lance and sipped his fragrant black tea, speaking quickly, "Our recovery potion isn't just sold in Lionheart City, but it's the one here that sells the most and fastest. I was wondering why it sold so well in such a lesser-known town until we arrived in Lionheart City."

Harris thought he probably knew what the two men meant.

Song Ning sat up straighter. "Lionheart City must have a very good city lord. Everything we see here tells us this fact."

Lance added, "Not only that, this city lord must be very caring towards the people in his jurisdiction. That's why it's so easy for us to sell the recovery potion privately. It must be because the people responsible for maintaining public order have turned a blind eye to our actions."

They didn't just randomly choose a place and come here. From the moment they decided to start selling potions in large quantities, Song Ning and Lance were prepared for the consequences of being targeted by the church.

This is why they were eager to leave the town occupied by the church. If they continued to stay there and were discovered, the consequences would be disastrous.

Harris had mixed feelings.

These two guys were simply and crudely rude in their words and deeds. They questioned him openly, but praised him directly as well. When they came to test him, they were direct, which made it impossible for his negotiation skills to work.

"Oh, so annoying!"

Harris suddenly stood up, took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, "Okay, since you are all so honest, let's have a frank talk."

He glanced behind him and said, "Come out and let the pharmacist see our strength."

Lance and Song Ning were both startled and saw surprise in each other's eyes.

Is there someone else in this room?

The next second, the huge picture frame on the wall behind Harris began to distort, and a dark figure slowly emerged from it and landed silently on the ground.

He looked short and sturdy, and his aura was so weak that if no one saw someone standing there with their own eyes, no one would notice that there was someone standing there.

Lance: "Thief Saint?"

Song Ning: "Thief?"

Harris nodded and said, "You are all right. He is a great thief of the Saint level. This is my confidence."

He said bluntly, "I can't guarantee an open fight against the church, but with him here, I can guarantee your safety."

He turned to look at the thief and ordered, "Angus, from today on, your mission is to protect the safety of Pharmacist Nings and the others. Do you understand?"

The thief named Angus was covered in black tights, with only a pair of faint eyes looking at him, and nodded slowly.

Harris turned his head and said, "Well, does this promise of mine give you confidence in me?"

He even took out his life-saving trump card.

But what he didn't expect was that after Lance and Song Ning exchanged glances, they shook their heads together.

Song Ning: "Please forgive us for our previous doubts about you. But I think I now have a better way to cooperate with you. I wonder if you are interested in working with us."

Harris was subconsciously alert. "What new method?"

Song Ning couldn't hide his surprise when he looked at the thief. Compared with a holy-level magician, a holy-level thief was even rarer.

Because almost no one will allow a thief who can easily hide his tracks to achieve the Saint level, especially those powerful people who are afraid of death. They will only choose to strangle the thieves in the cradle when the thief is at the most famous.

After all, Saint-level thieves have a top-notch assassination ability. They can hide their shadows in any shadows and objects and blend into them without being noticed.