Froncis's little face suddenly turned pale.

Chen Xiansong, who was usually very slow, noticed this. He gently stroked the little guy's head with his hands and comforted him: "Don't worry, big brother, I don't worry about any curse, nor any demons."

The little guy looked at Lian Xiansong for a while, then nodded and smiled with tears in his eyes. The atmosphere is now warm, but the fat man on the side broke this artistic conception. He continued: "Your Excellency, you are a noble spiritual thinker. You may not take curses, demons and other things to heart, but this is a real fact. Originally, this child's family was also a relatively famous aristocratic family in Qingxi City, but since she was born... Now the Lunxi family is about to be removed from the aristocratic circle."

People around him began to talk, and it seemed that many people knew about the Lunxi family. Many people looked at the little guy with disgust, gloating, and "...there is nothing but slightest xingyu.

The little guy finally felt comforted by Chen Xiansong and became depressed again. Perhaps he remembered his seriously ill mother, or perhaps she felt that it was her own reason that caused the suffering of her family. The little guy hid behind Chen Xiansong and quietly wiped his tears. Now, Chen Xiansong finally knew why the little guy had to go to a place where no one was just now, so he was willing to tell him why he wanted to find the Sun God servant. According to rumors, the Sun God servant was good at light elements and had great experience in treatment. Most of the little guy wanted to ask the Sun God servant to treat his mother, but perhaps it was because of his self-deprecating relationship that she didn't want to talk about things at home in public.

However, now the fat man ruthlessly put the little guy in public sight, tearing open the wounds in her heart one by one. Words such as demons, curses, disaster stars and other words were turning around in her consciousness. If she hadn't felt a warm big hand pressing on her head, she would have cried bitterly.

"I already know what you said. Is there anything else?" Chen Xiansong was a little curious about the fat man, but now he suddenly felt that this bastard was annoying.

Looking at Chen Xiansong's face with a very obvious indifference and expression, the fat man hesitated for a while, but finally said with a tough bullet: "Your Excellency, there is another very important thing that needs to be explained to you... It is still about Fross behind you!"

"Tell me." Chen Xiansong nodded.

"Because there is an evil magic circle behind Froncis, and the misfortune brought by her birth to now, many of us agree that she should be offered as a sacrifice to God to clear her sins." The fat man glanced at Bai Min, then moved his eyes to Chen Xiansong, and said slowly: "This is the common decision of more than ten nobles."

"Sacrifice?" Various explanations of the divine sacrifice of the living came to Chen Xiansong's mind, and his anger gradually accumulated in his body: "As an outsider, I should not talk too much about your traditions or customs...?

Hearing this, the fat man's face was a little joyful, and the little guy's hand that pulled Chen Xiansong's clothes froze. However, Chen Xiansong did not finish his words.

"I just want to ask, are you going to sacrifice Froncis alively, with her own consent?" The fat man was stunned and smiled, "Your Excellency, she was cursed by the demon and was the embodiment of disaster. She is a sin in herself, and I think she does not need her own consent."

The people around him, listening to the fat man's words, were smiling unknownly, while others had heavy expressions on their faces. No matter which one, it means that Frozens must have been entangled in a plot.

Chen Xiansong looked at the fat man and suddenly laughed: "I suddenly felt that there was a demon hiding in you. How about I suggest that you sacrifice to God?" The fat man's face suddenly looked ugly: "Your Excellency... you really like to joke."

"Then let me ask you again, since it is a sacrifice?... Then which god do you want to sacrifice this little guy to?" Chen Xiansong kept looking at the other party's eyes, as if he wanted to see through his thoughts: "Sun God, or Moon God? Although the Sun God servant and the Dragon Clan have always been mortal enemies, I have also studied their teachings a little. Both of them teach the world to be peaceful and good. They cannot accept the living meal of mortals..." Chen Xiansong walked to the fat man and stared at him tightly: "Can you tell me which god to offer sacrifice to? Could it be an evil god I have never heard of before?" The fat man's face was sweating coldly. He turned around and looked at the crowd around him, as if he was looking for someone. Soon he turned around: "Your Excellency, this is a matter between our nobles in Qingxi City... We respect you very much, and hope you can give us some face. We will express our gratitude afterwards. This matter is very important to us."

"But this little guy is also very important to me now." Chen Xiansong said lightly. Fross' eyes behind him lit up, and in addition to feeling, there were also some indescribable and unexplained emotions in his eyes.

Chen Xiansong did not pay attention to the fat man anymore. He took two steps back, looked at the nobles around him, and said loudly: "There is no airtight wall in the world. I believe that someone in the audience will know why the child behind me will get involved in this situation. Who wants to kill her? I also want to know which god she will be sacrificed to? If someone can tell me, there will be a reward."

All the nobles were looking at Chen Xiansong, many of them had a look of juicy expression on their faces. But after a long time, no one came up, and no one was willing to stand up and speak.

Chen Xiansong thought for a while and continued, "I know that most of the time in this world, if you want to know something, you must pay a certain price. It seems that the reward I gave is uncertain, so someone is hesitating. Then I will talk about the reward I want to pay in detail."

"I found that the weapons that everyone uses now are iron weapons. I know a way to make steel weapons. Although the output is low and cannot reach the best, this is the limit that the current technological level can reach.'In addition, steel should be the 'black iron essence in your mouth.'I can guarantee that steel weapons are sharper and harder than iron weapons. Of course, steel can also be used to build armor, as well as other uses."

‘Wow,! As soon as Chen Xiansong finished speaking, at least half of the nobles took a step forward, and almost everyone was staring at him with greed eyes.

"There are too many people, so it's hard for me to choose." Chen Xiansong frowned.

"My uncle is the deputy commander of the Eighth Army of the Southern"... I hope everyone can save face and take a step back." A nobleman shouted in the crowd.

"The deputy commander is nothing. My grandfather is the Duke of Fir Forest in the royal city. I hope everyone will not compete with me."

The chaotic voices sounded at the banquet, and then became noisy. In the face of huge profits, the nobles all tore off their noble faces and began to quarrel with blushing faces. Qingxi City did not have a real aristocrat. At most, the nobles invited at the banquet were branches of some aristocrats, with neither high or low power, and were in an awkward position. In fact, everyone's status was similar. As they were quarreling, they began to hang out, and then they became angry, and some people began to push each other, which turned into a fight between the several factions.

The fat man and several nobles hid in the corner, looking at the chaos in front of him, with a very ugly expression. Their eyes were often on Chen Xiansong, with fear and resentment.

Most nobles will learn sword skills for a while for their superficial identity and dignity. Although their combat effectiveness is far different from that of mercenaries, they are much more powerful than ordinary people. Except for female nobles, almost all male nobles participated in this fight.

This is the place to hold a banquet, and the dishes are almost served. But when the fuss comes, everything is over, plates and vegetable juices are flying everywhere, and the female sartors scream and run around. More than twenty originally well-dressed nobles fight on the ground, and elemental light flashes from time to time.

Under Bai Min's protection, Chen Xiansong was still acting as a wall of human beings in front of him with Balph and other guards. In addition, he is now a 'financial owner'. Of course, no one will come to cause trouble for him. Therefore, he is very safe now and has not been subjected to any boobs at all. But he is a little helpless and a little depressed now.

The difference between iron and steel is just the amount of carbon content. In the 22nd century, even children around ten years old knew the basic principles and processes of simple steelmaking, which was not important scientific and technological knowledge for him. He also estimated the importance of "steel" to the nobles, but considering the aristocrats' love of "face" and their complex social network, Chen Xiansong believed that there should be no one who was willing to sell out their ally for "steel" or to rebel against another noble in public."

Unexpectedly, almost everyone was interested in steel weapons, and they even started fighting.

"Are these guys aristocrats?" Balff looked at the big guys who were covered with soup and had vegetable leaves hanging on them, and felt that his world had been subverted.

Chen Xiansong was also speechless”… Looking at the messy venue, thinking about the reason for him, I felt a little guilty. Old Soxi wouldn’t blame him…

Many guards heard the movement outside and rushed in, and then were stunned. As small people, they dared not disturb the big people's 'Ya Xing'. A clever guard immediately went to the manor outside the city to notify Soxi.

Not long after, Soci and Udir rushed over. As soon as they entered the door, their faces became quite strange. The nobles were fighting happily. They didn't find that the host of the banquet had arrived. It was not until Soci shouted several times that the group of "stop" and the fights were quite pleasant, and the nobles stopped.

"What happened?" Soxi's face was a little strange. A few dozen tables of delicacies worth only a hundred gold coins. Soxi didn't take them seriously. He was a little angry. These guys actually dared to make trouble in the Spirit Thinker Association, but they found it funny to see the dirty and embarrassing appearance of these nobles, so for a moment, he didn't know what expressions to face this situation.
Chapter completed!