After reading the contents of the letter, Bishop Ike immediately tore the letter to shreds, and glanced up and down at Yale with a scalp-numbing look.

"Cough!" He coughed, turned and threw the scraps of paper out of the window, changing into a serious expression: "I didn't expect that you are also Alex's friend. Since that's the case, we have to get close."

"Don't dare!" The knight refused with a stern face. The nun under this guy just deceived him for ten Saul, who knows what kind of guy he is.

"Hahaha, how about we pick a place and have lunch together?" John didn't seem to hear it at all. Seeing that Yale was still unmoved, he quickly added: "I'll treat you!"

In the end, the teenager agreed, certainly not for a meal. He wanted to see where the poor man who hoarded a jar of oatmeal for the winter would pay for it.

"Wait a minute, I'll change my clothes." The young bishop left a sentence and walked to the back of the church. Only then did Yale realize that there was a smaller utility room behind the mini church.

Two minutes later, a young man in a golden-trimmed robe with rings on his hands, full of upstart temperament, appeared in front of him.

"Let's go!" Ake straightened the folds of the clothes around his waist, revealing a gem-studded belt.

"You are..." The picture that suddenly appeared in front of him made the knight feel unacceptable.

"What?" He turned around in a daze, his gold dazzlingly dazzling in the sun. Seeing the other party's expression that he couldn't look directly, he suddenly patted his head and said with a smile: "Don't worry, these are all fakes."

"Fake? Oh." Yale nodded stunned. He suddenly felt that compared with this man, Amber's clothing taste was simply a model for the local tyrants.

"Don't worry about this little thing, let's go." Ike politely pointed to the outside of the ruins, the golden scales flashed brightly enough to blind people's eyes.

From a few meters away, the knights seemed to be able to smell the strong copper stench.

Shouldn't you agree to this guy?

He regretted it.

Continuing to ignore Yale's reluctance, the young bishop dragged him to the exit. Seeing the two nuns still working hard, Ike smiled with relief and waved to them from a distance.

"Cut!" The two nuns didn't seem to appreciate it, and looked away with disgust.

"Hahaha, they are really two shy children." Being ignored and disgusted by his subordinates, the bishop, who smelled of copper, could not see the slightest bit of discouragement, and was still alive and well.

Yale wanted to cut open his head and carefully study the brain circuit of this guy to see if there was something missing.

After walking out of the ruins of the Hagia Sophia, the two walked through several streets and passed countless restaurants. Ike shook his head and left.

"I said..." Yale looked at the sky, it was already afternoon, he decided not to waste time like this: "Just find a restaurant, it doesn't matter what you eat."

"Oh, of course it doesn't matter what you eat, the key is that you don't have money!" The bishop replied with a sad face.

"No money!?" The knight's head swelled, and he almost died of anger. Qiqiao roared: "If you don't have money, you still want to invite me to eat? You even walked around seven or eight streets! Are you playing with me? "

"That's not what I meant, don't get me wrong." Ike explained nervously.

At this time, a mother and daughter passed by. The five- or six-year-old girl pointed at them and asked in a milky voice, "Mom, why does the uncle who looks like a murderer want to catch the uncle who looks like a slave owner?"

"Don't look!" The young mother quickly blocked her daughter's eyes, accelerated, and ran away in a hurry.

"I understand!" The bishop looked at Yale with an expression of sudden realization, and said seriously: "From now on, it's best for you and me to keep a distance of more than 30 feet."

"You still want to play with me!?" The knight said he didn't want to eat him, and planned to walk away.

"Give me another chance, trust me! Please!" Ike stopped him dodgingly, swearing that he would walk another street at most.

In his sincere eyes, Yale compromised, and he also wanted to know what this guy wanted to do.

Unknowingly, the two came to a sparsely populated street. Ike walked in front and turned into some inconspicuous alleys. Yalei followed closely behind.

The young bishop's rich gold finally attracted the attention of some people.

"Boss, there seems to be a fat sheep over there, aren't we... hehe?" in the dark corner of the street, a thin man with a wretched appearance asked eagerly.

The strong man next to him glanced, and his big fan-like hand slammed down and patted him on the head: "Idiot! Dressed like that, you dare to swagger around on this ground, mostly because you want to eat black. This kind of character is the most difficult, can you not touch it or not!"

Under the pain, the thin man nodded with a bright face and said, "The boss said yes!"

There are two smart thieves here, but, there are bottom-ranked people in all walks of life, and so are thieves, such as...

"Big brother, that kid is all gold, so he must be a rich man!" A chubby young man with oily brows whispered behind the bishop.

Behind him, a tall and thin man with a fierce appearance and one eye nodded: "Well, I heard that rich people like to exchange rings with their wives. That kid has six rings on both hands and feet, which means he has six wives! It must be Super rich!"

"Big brother is wise!" The slightly fat young man praised with a thumbs up.

"Stop flattering, remember what to do?"

"Rush over, bump into that kid head-on, pretend to be injured to blackmail him for medical bills, and beat him to the hospital if he doesn't pay!"

"Very good! You have some memory, come on, I'll find you a woman with **** after finishing this ticket!"

Ahhh! The slightly chubby young man rushed out of the darkness. During the sprint, he seemed to see countless Thors, as well as the big-breasted woman he dreamed of!

thump! When he bumped into John head-on, the one-eyed tall and thin man followed.

Click...seems to be the sound of bone shifting...

In the sluggish expressions of the two, the bishop, who was dressed in local tyrant gold, spurted blood wildly, and slammed into the wall of the alley in a whirl.

"Yes... you two hit me!" Ike spat out blood in pain, and threw his left arm limply to one side.

"…"

"What!? You've all broken people, don't you plan to pay anything!?" The bishop stood up angrily.

"…"

"Don't give it! Then I just have to come and get it myself!" With a click, Ike's fractured left arm was taken back, and he slammed into the two of them like a hungry tiger.

In the sound of sour teeth colliding, the two stupid thieves who planned to touch the porcelain got the punishment they deserved.

In the distance, Yale's chin widened, and he couldn't close it for a long time.

"One sol, two sols, three sols... Two poor ghosts, with only fifty sols in their bodies." The bishop counted the coins and walked to the knight cursingly:

"Come on, I'll treat you to foie gras."

"Excuse me, how do you usually make money?"

"Drawing the bad guy who looks rich into the alley, by the way, gambling is also very profitable, relying on the old thousand. It is rare to encounter such a stupid thief today."