House Management Chapter 2152: Archbishop

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Where to buy a house is the same, you need to sign a sales contract. Even if the Jill's large house is mortgaged to the casino, when the transaction is available, you still need to come and sign it.

Miss Allen asked Jill to call, and after nearly an hour, Jill came, accompanied by a lawyer.

Jill can be forty years old, a tall white man. As soon as I saw it, Zhang Yu's first impression was that this person was sick. Jill's face was very pale, with dark circles under his eyes, and the unlucky look on his other face was a shame.

Actually, think about it, a man who can lose all his family's ancestral home, if he does not decline, then he will come out.

For this kind of gambling ghost, Zhang Yu has no interest, even if he is helpful, he still scores someone. For the prodigal gambling prodigal, Zhang Yu would naturally not take the initiative to help.

Jill and his lawyers have seen the contract agreement. The contract is divided into two versions in Mandarin and English, and it has been strictly translated without any problems.

Next, Zhang Yu and Jill signed. The most detained party and the auction house also need to sign and confirm, and finally the four parties sign.

Zhang Yu also called Yang Ying. There is no problem with funding. Wudang Group is not short of money, but this is after all money allocated to Wudang Taoist temple. There needs to be a statement, even Xiao Jiejie has no problem, as a shareholder On the other side, the interests of the Jiang family are inevitably involved. In addition, Wudang Group is still a listed company, and there is also a saying.

The current revenue of Wudang Taoist Temple is not low, but it is just starting to build Taoist Temple overseas, which can be said to be business expansion.

The transfer of funds requires legal support, so the Wudang Taoist temple can only borrow money from the Wudang Group, and it needs to be repaid. And this debt was mortgaged with the house that Zhang Yu bought here.

It takes several days to complete the formalities. Fortunately, there is Miss Allen here to help. The 80 million from the casino is not in a hurry, and the 50 million given to Jill can even help pay.

Having been busy until three o'clock in the afternoon, everything was settled.

Following, Miss Allen and Jill accompanied Zhang Yu and his party to the manor. The manor is only forty minutes away from the auction house, which is definitely a downtown section.

There are too few houses like this in London, no wonder Miss Allen dared to say that one hundred and thirty million would not worry about getting home.

Generally speaking, the huge house should give people a relaxed and happy feeling as soon as they enter. But after Zhang Yu and his party entered, Zhang Yu didn't feel that way, and felt a little depressed.

He didn't know where this feeling came from. However, Zhang Yinling, Zhang Qingfeng, Wang Jie and others were all amazed when they saw this large house.

"Wow! It's so big!" "London's mansion." "You said this courtyard is more expensive than the quadrangle courtyard in the capital?" "I need to say, of course it is here. Last time I heard, The most expensive courtyard house in the capital was auctioned for 1.1 billion yuan. Master bought this for 130 million pounds." "Don't say that, now the pound is depreciated."...

The apprentices talked about everything, and Brighton, Kaka, Zhao Hua and others also followed.

They have been living in England for a long time, and seeing this house compound, they can't help but feel dizzy.

"Manor in downtown London...Oh my God..." "Uncle is too rich..." "Master can afford such a The house..." "My mother..."...

Jill glanced at Miss Allen and said: "The property rights of the house have been transferred to him. The drawings and keys of the house are in the hands of the casino. All the valuables in the house have been won by your casino. Now, even if it’s settled, I’m really not in the mood to show them around, so I’ll leave."

Miss Allen translated his words, Zhang Yu can also understand the other party's mood, whoever loses like this, he is not in the mood to take the buyer to appreciate the ancestral property he exported.

Zhang Yu nodded and said, "It's okay, as long as there are drawings, let's take a look at it slowly."

With his words, Miss Allen said that Jill can go. When this guy leaves, Miss Allen said again: "Zhang Yu, do you register with me first, or stay here to get familiar with the environment first, tomorrow Go again."

"Go now, they will stay here first." Zhang Yu said with a smile.

After that, he stared at Zhang Qingfeng and asked him to stay here with people first. From now on, it will be changed to Wudang Taoist Temple, and this is everyone's new home. If you need something, you can buy it now.

When I heard this, the disciples were very happy. Even Zhang Yinling was very excited. She was anxious to visit the English manor and was not in the mood to sign up with Zhang Yu at the Royal Holiday Manor.

The Brompton Church.

In a small temple, the walls inside are inlaid with statues of the Holy Lord.

Before the idol, there was a long oval table. In the middle was a golden chair. Sitting on this chair was a middle-aged man in a purple robe. The middle-aged man had a majestic face and an expression. Solemn, giving people a seductive momentum. Especially on his neck, there is a golden cross.

At the start of the middle-aged man, there are eight people sitting. Some of these eight people wore white robes and some wore black robes. The chairs behind them were all silver, and there was a silver cross on their necks.

The first person in the middle-aged man's lower left hand, sitting in a black robe, is not someone else but Deacon Joseph.

In the Brompton Church, Deacon Joseph can almost be regarded as the second person. It can be seen that the one sitting in the middle is naturally the archbishop here-Wilmore.

"Rooney is dead, even Bredvar from Rome is also dead... Deacon Joseph, you suggested that Bredvar go to Lesha Town that day..." Wei Elmore's eyes turned to Deacon Joseph.

The destruction of the Catholic Church in Lesha Town has spread to London. The death of Father Rooney is nothing in Wilmoore's eyes, but Bradwa came from Rome and made a special trip to participate in the East-West Astrology Feng Shui exchange meeting. Now he died in Lesha Town. How did Wilmore Explain to the Holy See.

In fact, Joseph discussed this matter with Wilmoore, and Wilmoore agreed, and he also consulted Bradwah.

Now listening to Wilmoore's meaning, it is clear that I don't want to admit it.

Of course, Joseph knew that this was a scapegoat, and he quickly said: "Archbishop, although I proposed this matter, it was also Lord Bradwa who took the initiative to ask for it. He obviously underestimated his opponent and lost his life. For today Plan, I don’t think it is to pursue the responsibility, but to avenge the Lord Bredva as soon as possible, so as to give the Holy See an explanation."

"The Holy See already knew about this and called me. The Holy See was very angry and ordered us to do two things. The first thing is to avenge Bredva, and the second thing It is to win the East-West Astrological Fengshui Exchange Meeting. For these two tasks, you should sign up yourself, whoever takes the initiative to participate in the East-West Astrological Fengshui Exchange Meeting, who will avenge Bradwa." Wilmore seems to be He didn't mean to embarrass Joseph, so he slopped his eyes on everyone on the table.

Eight people, including Joseph, lowered their heads unconsciously, and none of them made a sound.

Seeing everyone like this, Wilmore's voice became cold, "What's the matter? No one wants it?"

A bishop in a white robe said immediately: "The archbishop, Master Bradwa's strength is obviously higher than that of me, and even he has lost his life. I am afraid that we will not be able to deal with the Eastern news. Since the Holy See Strictly ordered to win the final victory of the East-West Astrology Feng Shui Exchange, then we are probably even more hopeless. I heard people say that even the Italian great astrological master Pisano sent his disciples to attend. Only a few of us, almost There is no chance of winning."

"Yes." "Yes." "Archbishop, it's not that we don't want to share your worries. The main reason is that your cultivation is really limited."...The others, whether they are deacons or bishops, are all Said carefully.

"Heh..." Wilmore chuckled, then turned his gaze to Deacon Joseph's body, "Joseph, get rid of the Eastern kid and participate in the East-West Astrology Feng Shui Exchange Meeting. , You can choose one. But no matter which one you choose, you can only succeed, not fail."

"I..." Deacon Joseph frowned, but he also understood the current situation. The Holy See, obviously, will not send masters to come again. The reason is very simple. It is more powerful than Bredvar, and all of them are of high authority. Let them participate in this East-West astrological feng shui exchange meeting. It is inevitable that they will lose their worth. However, the Holy See must win again, and simply used Bredva's death here as an excuse to force the people of the Brompton Church to solve everything.

Joseph knew that he couldn't shirk, so he nodded and said, "Then I will kill the Dongfang boy."

"Okay, I wish you..." Wilmore said just now, he suddenly snorted, "Uh..."

"The Archbishop." "The Archbishop." "What's the matter with you?"...Everyone was startled and screamed with concern.

"I'm okay..." Wilmore said with a smile on his face, "I was practicing a few days ago, and I encountered a little problem. Okay, let's end the meeting. Joseph, Get rid of that kid as soon as possible, but you have to remember, don’t make things big and avoid unnecessary trouble..."

"Yes, Archbishop." Deacon Joseph nodded immediately.

Wilmoore nodded in satisfaction, and then wanted to habitually raise his right hand, but when he raised it slightly, he changed to his left hand.

"Go all down." Wilmoore waved his hand.

Joseph and the eight people all stood up, bowed and saluted Wilmore, and then exited the room. The last one to go out closed the door, leaving Wilmore sitting in it alone.

At this moment, Moore Moore gently rolled up the sleeve of his right arm and saw a fist-sized scar on his right arm. This scar, not to mention the blood and flesh, is thick, and it seems to make people nauseous. This is obviously the ulceration of the wound.

"Asshole... it's happening again..." Wilmore took off the golden cross on his neck with his left hand, and then dangling the cross to a height of two centimeters from the wound .

His mouth was vigorous, and soon he saw a golden light from the cross enveloping the wound. The festering position finally returned to its original shape after three minutes.

However, Wilmore's face became very pale.

"Why...why...how could my body suddenly be like this..." Wilmore gritted his teeth and muttered.

"Ling Ling Ling...Ling Ling Ling..."

At this moment, Wilmore's cell phone on the table rang.

He reached for the phone and answered directly, "Hello!"

"Archbishop, someone named Cameron wants to see you." A nun's voice rang on the phone.

"Am I seeing anyone?" Wilmoore said displeasedly.

"Of course I am only, but the other party claims to be your good friend." The nun said hurriedly: "Otherwise, I would not bother the archbishop."

"My good friend..." Wilmore groaned and said: "What is his name..."

"He said his name was Cameron." said the nun.

"It seems that there is such a friend, but I haven't contacted him for a long time. Well, you let him wait for me in the reception room." Wilmore said flatly.

"Yes, the archbishop." The nun finished speaking and hung up.

Wilmore put the phone in his arms and looked at the skin on his right arm again. The skin was as good as ever.

"Cameron, come and ask me what to do... it won't be like that guy, but also borrow money from me... These ignorant people are getting more and more annoying. ..." Wilmoore murmured uncomfortably.

Even so, he got up from his chair and walked outside.

Out of the temple, Wilmore went all the way downstairs, out of this building, and walked to the building in front. This is the cathedral of worship. Instead of going through the main entrance, he went in from behind and went up to the fourth floor.

When I came to the reception room, there was a guy in a down jacket sitting on the sofa, his face was full of anxiety. Besides, on his face, there was still a little pale and sickly.

Seeing Wilmore pushing the door in, the middle-aged man stood up immediately, "Archbishop, you are finally here."

Wilmoore nodded, saying hello. He closed the door, walked to sit down opposite the man, and said nonchalantly: "Cameron, what can I do for you?"

"I beg the archbishop to save me..." Cameron said immediately, crying.

"What's wrong?" Wilmore said coldly again.

"I don't want to die...Look..." Cameron said, hurriedly reaching out to untie the down jacket and take it off.

At this moment, Wilmoore suddenly smelled a stink, which was disgusting.

In Cameron's down jacket, there was only a black shirt. He then untied the shirt to reveal the skin inside.

Seeing the look on his chest, people like Wilmore almost vomited.

It turned out that on Cameron's body, there was almost no intact skin, covered with blood and pus. Even the untied shirt was stained with pus.

"You, what's the matter with you?" Wilmore frowned and asked.

"I don't know..." Cameron said bitterly, "Just half a month ago, my arm suddenly ulcerated and it was useless to go to the hospital. The ulceration was getting faster and faster. After half a month, my whole body was almost rotten...Archbishop, please save me, I believe that you can save me only by you in this world...I don't want to die. ..... I don't want to die like Hendry and the others..."

Hearing this, Wilmoore couldn't help but stunned. He looked at his right arm subconsciously, and then said in surprise: "You said Hendry was dead, when did it happen... . Who do you mean to them..."

"It's Hendry, Bick, and Murphy. They are all dead...I still have contact with them. I heard from their families that they were all healed because of a sudden physical ulcer. Ineffective...Archbishop...Please help me..." Cameron's tears healed when he spoke this time.