Have mercy, have mercy—give me some recommendation votes!
Recommendation votes, the votes you get every day!
With an awkward shake of his head, Lin Qi bared his teeth and squeezed out a crafty, lecherous expression. Fingering a fine chain forged from abyssal mithril around his finger, he sprang into the carriage and, surrounded by a throng of guards, raced all the way toward the Old Rooster Shop.
Laite Chenxi wanted to meet Dragon Mountain Count. This was trouble Lin Qi had brought upon himself.
But this was an extremely important step in Lin Qi's plans for the future. What could be better than directly meeting the upper echelons of the Church's most powerful temple? Especially since that temple had supported Holy Light I, the current emperor of the Gallic Empire—and Holy Light I just so happened to be Arthur's enemy. That made things all the more wonderful.
So Lin Qi personally changed into an outfit belonging to Dragon Mountain Count and hurried to the Old Rooster Shop with the mannerisms of a wastrel young master.
After a whole night of commotion, dawn had begun to break, and several faint red clouds could vaguely be seen on the eastern horizon. Lin Qi jumped down from the carriage and made his way into the Old Rooster Shop as if he knew it by heart. Reaching a reception room on the highest floor, Lin Qi shoved both hands against the doors and forcefully pushed them open.
"Hey, hey, hey, dear Sir Yue Shan, you said you had some great personage to introduce to me?" Lin Qi swaggered into the reception room, swaying his shoulders, shaking his thighs, and bouncing his buttocks violently up and down, every part of his body jiggling as though it had a mind of its own.
Laite Chenxi