"Then do it! If you want to get it, you have to pay the price!"

Finally convincing herself again, Xio looked at her with stern eyes and pressed the doorbell.

After a while, an old gentleman dressed as a standard butler came out and asked politely: "Miss, who are you?"

"I am Hugh Dilcha, Mr. Jon's... friend." Hugh was a little uncomfortable, but she quickly adjusted her expression, "Is Mr. Jon at home?"

"Master is at home, but please forgive me for having the guts to ask you, do you have an appointment?" The housekeeper looked down at Xio and spoke in a deep voice.

"No." Xio shook her head.

"That's it, I understand." The old housekeeper opened the door, "Welcome, Miss Dilcha, welcome to Joestar Manor."

It is the basic etiquette of the manor not to turn away guests.

But it's hard to say whether we can actually see the real owner.

The old housekeeper held his head high and led Xio to the guest room.

The tea was poured and refreshments were served.

Then he apologized and went to find the owner of this place.

After a while, the old housekeeper came back, with a real smile on his face, and said: "Miss Dilcha, the master is waiting for you in the kitchen."

"Kitchen?" Xio was a little confused.

The old butler explained: "The master likes to sleep until he wakes up naturally, and now is the time for him to have breakfast."

Xiu suddenly realized.

At this point, Jon Joestar is very similar to her family's salty fish who can sleep fifteen hours a day...

Coming to the kitchen, Xio saw a rare sight of Jon, whose hair was a little messy.

Jon said hello, "I haven't seen you for a few days. Miss Xio is still full of energy. Have you eaten? Do you want to eat some with me?"

Xio opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something.

But in the end, he still spoke cautiously, "I had already had breakfast before coming here."

Yes, a loaf of Sule's white bread, paired with a box of Sule's sweet milk.

Looking at the no less than fifteen kinds of sumptuous dishes on the table in front of him, Xiu couldn't help but secretly sigh, "High-sequence extraordinary people are not short of money."

"Oh, then you can do whatever you want, I'll eat first." Jon said.

Then, he concentrated on his breakfast.

Xio felt a little tortured for no reason.

Fortunately, Jon ate very quickly.

After the meal, he spent a very short time to restore himself to a fresh state, took Xio to the study, and asked: "Come to buy the Arbiter's follow-up potion formula from me?"

Xio nodded, "Yes."

Jon was not surprised and said: "According to the market price, the Sequence 8 potion formula is generally between 00 and 600 pounds. However, because the formula of the Arbiter Path is exclusive to the Loen military and its ability is very practical, the price will be higher."

Raise it slightly.

But considering the friendship between you and me, I’ll just pick the middle number, which is 0 pounds.”

This pricing is quite fair.

Xio took out a bulging wallet from his knight uniform and counted out the 0 pounds he had finally saved.

Jon was not stingy, he picked up a pen and wrote down the recipe on the parchment on the desk.

Xio took it, swiped it on it, and said softly: "A pair of eyes of the fearful demon insect, the right palm of the silver-white war bear..."

"It's absolutely true and valid. You can go anywhere for appraisal." Jon smiled, "I won't lie to you on such a trivial matter."

Xio put away the hard-earned potion formula, and a trace of embarrassment flashed across his chubby little face, "Mr. Jon, that's not what I meant."

"Don't be nervous, that's what I said." Jon waved his hand.

Xio didn't know what she thought of, and her baby face turned red.

Taking a deep breath, she looked at Jon and took off her bayonet, "In that case, Mr. Jon, I have realized something."

Um?

Why doesn't it feel right?

Jon asked: "Enlightenment?"

Taking a closer look at the expression of the 1.49 meter girl opposite, as if she was ready to sacrifice herself at any moment, he suddenly understood.

Doesn’t this girl think that someone like me, Qiao, has a crush on her?

Gently pinching his eyebrows, Jon said helplessly: "Miss Xio, you misunderstood, I didn't mean that."

stop:???

real or fake.

Why don't I believe it?

If you really don’t have that intention, can you just give away an extraordinary item worth 1,000 pounds?

The experience of struggling in the gray area taught Xio that there may be hatred without reason, but there is never love without reason.

Jon Joestar must have something up his sleeve.

Since it's not me...

Could it be the salted fish at home?

Thinking of this, Xio's eyes suddenly became very complicated.

But to be fair, Fors looks really good, and there are plenty of nutrients in those places.

Three black lines appeared on Jon's forehead.

Yes, I am a bit bohemian, and I also know that my reputation is not very good.

But I’m not a humanoid seeder, so I won’t fall in love with anyone I meet, and fall in love with the next one...

He coughed lightly and said, "If nothing happens, Miss Xio, you can go back."

Hearing this, Xio held up his rapier with a complicated expression, said hello, and took the initiative to exit the study.

Faced with this situation, she felt that it was necessary to remind Forsi, so that the salted fish would not be idle at home all day long.

…

…

The land abandoned by God, Silver City.

"Great God, please turn your attention again to this place abandoned by you."

"Great God, please free us people of darkness from the curse of fate."

"I am willing to dedicate my life to you and please you with my blood."

Facing the broken crystal ball, Derrick lowered his head and prayed over and over again.

For a long time, nothing happened.

Derrick gritted his teeth and fell into deep despair.

But just when he was about to give up, a crimson light suddenly emerged from the crystal ball and enveloped him instantly!

In what felt like just a blink of an eye, Derrick arrived at a mysterious place.

The surroundings are void, misty, and empty, and the bottom is filled with invisible gray-white mist and unreal dark red light spots.

Derrick's dead heart finally ignited a flame called 'hope'.

He looked at the figure sitting on the seat in front of him and said, "Are you a god?"

Then, he lowered his head.

Because Derrick remembered the teachings of the general books of Silver City... Do not look directly at God!

Klein leaned back, crossed his fingers, and said in a more relaxed tone, familiar: "I am not a god, I am just a "fool" who is interested in the long history."

What he said made him happy.

Klein is very satisfied with his performance.

But just when he wanted to continue to fool the young man who accidentally came to the mysterious space, a box suddenly rang in the corner submerged in gray fog, interrupting his thoughts.

Klein panicked.

Is it the spiritual remnant of the true Creator? Or is it that weird cross?

etc!

‘Mr. Fool’ thought of something belatedly.

That is, he should not put two things into the same box...
Chapter completed!