Of course, we have to leave this kind of negotiation to Mr. Yang Jiannan, the "big shit in diplomacy". Of course, this nickname was his own praise.

"This matter must not be done with this." Mr. Yang's face was deep, trying to describe the situation seriously so as to make the next plan to cheat people.

Stewart ignored him and walked up to me and asked, "How does it feel?"

I was working hard to repair the wound, my forehead was covered with sweat: "I can't die."

"This is the second time you have caused trouble in Caiyun City. Is this a personal act or the instructions of the Lord of the Realm?" Stewart seemed to ask casually, but in fact he checked the details. If the answer was wrong, he would see the clues.

I thought about it quickly and replied: "It's a personal behavior. I'm sorry, it's causing trouble for the city lord."

Stewart was quite satisfied with my attitude: "How do you want to solve this problem?"

I wouldn't be so stupid as to cheat people like a slut, because I was a fake 'world master disciple' and a black account who didn't even have an identity card. So I said, "Let's do that, after all, I'm wrong first, and it's understandable to be injured. The city lord can let me go."

Stewart nodded: "You are reasonable, but I can't let you leave."

When I heard this, my heart was cold. Should I be forced to stay here?

Unexpectedly, Stewart spoke and gasped: "If you don't heal your wounds, I can't explain to Lord Lord."

After saying that, he threw a small exquisite bottle over, which looked like the oral liquid of the Sixth Realm, but was carved from some kind of gem with exquisite patterns on it.

The bottle is translucent and contains white powder, but the quantity is very small, about one fifth of the time, and the weight is only a few grams.

I guess this is the healing medicine, but how should I take it?

The bastard is worthy of being my brother. Before I could ask, he asked first: "How to use this thing? Is it dried or served with warm water? Do I eat it before or after meals? Do I avoid spicy food? Are there any adverse reactions? Is it produced by a regular manufacturer..."

Stewart is a big man. If someone else was talking like this, he would have slapped him with a big mouth, but at this time he had no choice but to use the 'Diplomatic Shit' Mr. Yang' because I am a 'Lord' disciple' and he couldn't tell what the identity of a lowly man was, so he patiently explained: "This is a medicine powder made from the branches of the sacred tree of life. At your level, it is best to dilute it and take it, otherwise the energy is too strong and it will burst the body."

Regarding this explanation, Mr. Yang sneered: "I said Lao Shi, you are too careless."

Stewart frowned and said, "What old wet?"

The bastard explained: "It's you, the nickname I just gave you. Think about it, your name is Stewart, but how ugly it sounds like 'Olds'? Or is it that Lao Shi looks high-end and elegant!"

Stewart didn't want to worry about this topic: "Whatever you want, but why do you say that this city lord doesn't care about it?"

Mr. Yang pointed to the bottle and strongly condemned Lao Shi: "I just gave this little, and I have no sincerity. After all, I have to get ten or eight pounds."

"These powders are enough to heal his wounds. How precious is the Powder of the Divine Tree of Life? Do I need to say it?"

The bastard climbed up the pole: "Then tell me!"

Stewart almost couldn't help but slapped his mouth. You don't understand, why don't you blame me?

Just as Stewart's face was gloomy, the bastard took out a few branches and looked contemptuous: "Aren't it just a few broken branches? I treat them as treasures, so many of them!"

Stewart stared at the branches, and the gloom on his face disappeared: "This is... this is not the sacred tree of life, but it also contains vitality. Can you borrow it to me?"

Mr. Yang smelled the business opportunity and the lion spoke loudly: "You can't take a look at it for nothing. If you look at it, you have to give a level nine demon pill."

As the Lord of One City, Stewart didn't have such a low-level demon pill on his body, so he threw a level 3 demon pill at him.

"Old Shi, I'll show you because you're so happy." The bastard handed the branch over.

After checking, Stewart said, "The level is not high, it is only about level 2. The vitality contained in the branches is limited and cannot heal soul trauma. However, this kind of leaf has never been seen before. What kind of tree branches are this?"

The bastard was biting the demon pill with his teeth to identify the authenticity, and replied vaguely: "The Heaven Cang Divine Tree, my elder brother raised it."

Stewart looked at me, his eyes seemed to be glowing: "You have also raised a tree? It seems you need to reassess your weight."

At this moment, I looked very comfortable because I just put half of the medicine powder into the water bottle to dilute it, and then took a small bite. As a result, a large amount of vitality poured into my body, and a lot of soul trauma was also repaired, and I felt extremely comfortable.

The powder of this divine tree of life can even recover soul trauma. No wonder it is regarded as a treasure. Stewart regards everyday as a potential stock and wants to invest in advance.

"Let's go, follow me to the city lord's mansion and let me do my best for the landlord." Stewart sent an invitation.

I am almost at the return deadline, not to mention that I am still a fake 'Lord Lord's disciple'. If the stuff is exposed, I can't get rid of it. So I politely declined: "Thank you for your kindness, but..."

Before I could finish speaking, Stewart's face darkened: "You refused last time, and you have to refuse again this time? Could it be that I, Stewart, aren't worth making friends?"

After all this, I can't refuse anymore, so I can only bite the bullet and go to the city lord's mansion with him...

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I thought the city lord's mansion would be very luxurious, but when I saw it, I found that it was just a larger independent courtyard. It seemed that Stewart was a low-key person.

Claude also came with him. He was confused throughout the whole process and didn't understand why the trouble happened in Caiyun City, and the city lord even received it himself.

After sitting down separately, Stewart asked, "Can you be so happy about the Lord of the Realm?"

I have never met the Lord of the Realm, who knows if he is good? So I replied vaguely: "It's still the same."

Fortunately, Stewart did not ask, but looked at Ningrou and others: "What are these?"

I stood up and said, "To introduce it, this is my wife, Ansanel; the other three are my friends, namely Jiannan Statham, Alil and Claude."

Since this is the second world and our name does not match the local customs, we just made up a name for Ningrou.

"What's your name?"

Before I could think about it, the bastard reported it for me: "His name is Xiaolong Statham."

Shet, this guy is cursing me as if he is bald, so he pretends to scold me: "In front of the city lord, you must be big or small!"

Stewart said: "Will you call you Xiaolong in the future?"

I nodded in agreement, and Stewart continued to ask, "How is your injury recovering?"
Chapter completed!