Chapter 25: The Covenant of God

  Bang!!!!!!!

  "How despicable! How shameless! Ma Long, this three-win plan of yours is simply too despicable! Too shameless! However—" The elegant Blood Clan's Sol's face twisted in excitement, he couldn't help but heavily pound the wooden table beside him: "I like this plan! Really, I like it!"

  Huh?

  Too despicable? Too shameless?

  Malong blinked his eyes, he really wanted to retort: "Mr. Solace, actually you stole the classic line of a certain Bone Dragon named Gregory, and I'm not that despicable fatso."

  But before Ma Long could respond, Solstice, who was so excited that his two vampire fangs were exposed outside his lips without realizing it, had already turned to look at Evna: "Miss Evna, what are we waiting for? This plan is so absurd yet so perfect, what are we waiting for?"

  "Perfect?" Evana sighed in her heart, and then said calmly: "Mr. Solace, this plan is not perfect yet. First of all, you haven't listened to Malone, let him tell you about the specific content of his YY."

  Eva's words calmed down Sol's boiling emotions, and his exposed fangs slowly retracted: "Yes, yes, I was too excited, you're right, Miss Eva."

  After finishing speaking with Evna, Solse immediately rushed to Marlon, bowed his head and asked in a much more respectful tone than before: "May I? Mr. Marlon, please say those YY contents again..."

  Then came the time for storytelling, still the same ten stories that were previously selected.

  But the effect was surprisingly good.

  Saul was a banker who had never ventured into publishing, but his other inescapable identity was that of a long-lived bloodline.

  To pass the time in their long and tedious lives, orthodox bloodlines would often choose books as a way to do so, and Solace was no exception, belonging to an orthodox bloodline.

  So, even if he hadn't been involved in publishing before, Saul still had excellent literary taste!

  The seven fairy tales before Ma Long did not have a great impact on Sol, even the highly innovative "Shrek" was no exception.

  But when Ma Long told the eighth story, "The Count of Monte Cristo", he successfully captured Sol's soul in an extremely short period of time. Even when Ma Long stopped at the predetermined plot and didn't continue, Sol blurted out: "Go on! Continue to tell this fascinating and wonderful story!"

  Ma Long shook his head firmly and then began to tell the tenth story, "The Royal Family's Emblem", under Sol's extremely disappointed gaze.

  Then, soon after hearing the story to scratch ears and cheeks, Sorensen said again: "Go on! Please, go on with this fascinating wonderful story!"

  This request, Ma Long naturally would not satisfy Sol's. If he told all the stories for free, how could he make a living?

  Ma Long now considers himself a professional writer, and as a professional writer, he is at least a mortal who can survive on coarse tea and plain rice, not a god who can live forever by absorbing the power of faith.

  Of course, this little thought, Ma Long would definitely not say it out loud - talking about money is so vulgar, even if you want to talk about money and women, you should package them as business and love.

  So, changing the subject, Ma Long began to talk about his magnum opus, "Zi Chuan".

  But this time, Ma Long was quickly interrupted by Sol: "Mr. Ma, forgive me for being blunt, you think war is... too simple."

  Ma Long's reaction was also beyond Sol's expectation, he did not make any refutation or dissatisfaction, but instead shifted his gaze over Sol and fell on Yvonne.

  "Alright, I get it. As expected...not all stories can be seamlessly connected and popular."

  Ma Long sighed.

  The red-haired girl Evna was smiling and nodding.

  "What does seamless docking mean?"

  Sol, act like a curious baby.

  "Oh, so it means that I originally thought people in this world would like it as much as I did."

  Ma Long, who had been grinding his tongue for a whole day, easily patched up the "seamless connection" that was puzzling Solskjaer.

  "So, what if this 'Zi Chuan' isn't released? I guess just taking out the previous nine and publishing them would already be enough to attract people's attention."

  Ma Long continued.

  "That's a good idea." Evana nodded.

  "I agree." said Solis.

  "In other words, neither of you has any objections to the Three Wins plan?" Ma Long asked.

  "No, anyway, for me, if I don't join your Triple Win plan, I'll soon go bankrupt and be kicked out of this ten million rand mansion with my tail between my legs."

  Soros first expressed his agreement and even did not conceal that he was now on the verge of bankruptcy.

  "I don't either." The red-haired Queen Evanna, who looked like a young girl, nodded in agreement, but then slightly furrowed her brow and continued: "So, we need to find the key person who can trigger this three-win plan in the shortest time possible."

  "My old steward is a good choice."

  Saul spoke first.

  "No way, we can't use anyone directly related to us. This will greatly increase the chances of the Three-Win plan being exposed!"

  Eva resolutely refused, her words full of a queen's overbearing and arrogant demeanor.

  When she finished speaking, Evna looked at Marlon.

  "I don't have anyone suitable either."

  Ma Long spread his hands. Although the three-win plan was indeed his brainchild, he really couldn't find a suitable candidate to "ignite" this three-win plan.

  "I don't either." Evanna withdrew her gaze from Marlon, and the queen's demeanor reappeared: "In that case, what's the point of us continuing to stay here? So as not to go bankrupt, and for a bright future, it's time for us to move out and find this key person, gentlemen!"

  "No, no, no. We need to work together, at least I think my job is to rebuild my bank headquarters next to your publishing house, to create momentum and start taking actual action."

  Solso, with his mustache, also regained his sharp and capable demeanor, and put forward different opinions.

  After assigning tasks to himself, Sol finished by vaguely pointing at Malong: "As for Mr. Malong, his primary task is to turn those YY in his brain into printed words that can be put on paper at any time."

  Saul didn't tell Evanna what she should do, but what Evanna needed to do was already a given.

  "Of course, most importantly, we first need to sign a confidentiality agreement under divine witness..."

  Sauls pulled out a blank, yellowed parchment from his bosom, with intricate patterns of interlocking gears and standing eyes around the edges.

  This is ——

  By the contract of Yoraham.

  The Contract and the God of Mechanics, Yorahan, is the earliest deity to possess a mechanical divine position. Those who dare to violate the contract witnessed by Him will not receive divine punishment, but will be pursued by His holy warriors in the mortal world without rest...

  Those holy warriors of the Yorahan church are all capable of skillfully using enhanced steam-powered firearms and magic bullets to snipe down any violators from a distance!