Even monkeys popped out of the stones, there are relatives of heaven, father, earth and mother, let alone ordinary mortals.

The Caliph had many relatives. Since he learned that he had become rich, people who came to borrow money came one after another.

A gold coin sounds a lot, but it doesn’t matter much when it is split. In the past few days, he has lent fifty silver coins, and with the one he has used these few days, he now has only thirty silver coins on him.

"Calif. You and I are friends who have grown up since childhood." An old man about the same age as a Caliph stood outside the house. Behind this man was a group of ordinary people in ragged clothes: "I know you have made money. If you don't borrow anyone, I won't say anything, but why did Obama's mining black charcoal head get five silver coins, and I asked you to borrow, but you said you had no money. There is no such reason. This is unfair."

The Caliph stood at the door of the house, with snowflakes stained on his head. He seemed to be trembling with anger. His lips trembled for a long time, but he could only say one sentence: "Lincoln, I really don't have much money. My relatives and I want to live."

"I don't care. Since you lend Obama money, I want it too." Lincoln's face was full of anger: "If you don't lend it to me, I won't leave."

When the Caliph heard this, he was so angry that he even shivered.

Seeing this, the Caliph's son picked up a stick and wanted to rush out, but suddenly his relatives dragged him back. Because Lincoln brought more people outside the door and stronger.

There were already many people watching around, pointing fingers and looking almost like gloating.

Don’t worry about being weak, but worry about being uneven?

Beta waited in the distance for a while, and when he saw that the Caliph really had no way to solve the problem himself, he slowly walked forward.

As he approached, more and more onlookers noticed him, then shut up, and some even retreated timidly.

The sound around him gradually became less and when Beta waited behind the man named Lincoln, the Caliph finally found him at this time, and then his old eyes lit up.

Lincoln was still shouting loudly at this time: "I tell you, I know that your money was earned from the noble master, and I also know that you have reached a good thigh, but I have to borrow this money. If you don't borrow it, you have to borrow it, even if that master comes."

The snowflakes slowly floated down from the air, and Beta smiled slightly behind the other party: "Really? I can't do it even if I come?"

"No one can do it." Lincoln seemed to be in high spirits. After hearing this, he subconsciously responded. When he turned around, he saw Beta, and looked at Beta's dress, his face turned pale immediately, and then he thumped and fell to the ground: "I...I...I..."

Lincoln even said three words "I", but he couldn't say nonsense. The relatives behind him immediately knelt down, buried their heads in the snow, and secretly cursed his grandfather, saying that this old man dared to say anything, but he was causing a big disaster.

Beta ignored them and laughed at the Caliph: "Don't you invite me in and sit?"

The Caliph kept watching Lincoln's performance speechlessly, watching his completely different attitude towards him and towards Beta, and his heart was extremely desolate. It was not until Beta spoke that he realized and immediately bent down slightly: "Your Excellency, please come in."

When Beta entered the california and made his fortune, Lincoln fled with his relatives like frightened rabbits, and even the onlookers left.

The caliph's cabin used to leak air everywhere, but after getting the money, it was repaired. Now the house is much warmer. However, because the doors and windows are closed tightly, and people generally don't like to take a bath in the snowy and ice. Over time, there will be a strange smell in the house.

I lived in the Bau room for a long time and didn't know how smelly it was. The Caliph and his family didn't think there was anything, but Beta felt a little uncomfortable.

He took out a magic scroll from the space, tore it apart, and then a green light surrounded the room. Not long after, the air in the whole room became fresh.

Odor dispersal technique... has a great effect on poisonous fog and foul smelling things, and can prevent plagues and corpse poison from being transmitted in the air. It is a very practical magic.

It is used to dispel odors, and it is simply useless.

The Caliph did not understand magic, so he did not understand it.

The Caliph's family poured some inferior ale with the best and cleanest furniture at home. Seeing this, the Caliph's face turned red. He knew that these things were not suitable for entertaining Beta, but there was no way. Now there was only this thing in his home.

Beta sat down and smiled and said, "Calif. Someone is forcing you to borrow money. It is a very failure for scholars to get to your level."

If other people say this, the Caliph must have left. He is a scholar with his own pride and fails. He doesn't like to listen to this. If it weren't for the suppression of the two city lords, he would have become like this.

But Beta has a strong affinity, after all, the charm value is high. As long as the words are not malicious, ordinary people will not get angry. The same is true for the Caliph. He said helplessly: "It is difficult to borrow, and it is difficult not to borrow."

"In fact, there are only two reasons for this. One is that you get less money. After lending it out, you don't dare to borrow it. In fact, as long as you have more money, there is no problem. Another reason is that your status is not high enough, and no one takes your academic identity seriously. In fact, as long as you solve any problem, you will not find out what happened just now."

The old Caliph's face was full of sighs: "I don't want this, but now I can't even get out of this city."

"Actually, things are not that difficult," Beta smiled and said, "I remember you understand Holevin's language."

The Caliph nodded.

Beta took out a book of the teachings of the Church of Wealth: "But I don't understand Stanlo's language. Now I can talk to you, it's purely magical effects that work. I want to preach here, so the teachings of Stanlo cannot be missing after all."

Beta pressed a gold coin on the doctrine: "This is the cost of you to help me translate the doctrine."

Then he put two more gold coins on it and put them on it: "After the translation is finished, please help me find the paper merchant in the city and ask them to help me copy ten copies. The rest is your hard work."

The Caliph looked at the three gold coins in the doctrine. The reward was really terrifying. As long as he took on this task, Lincoln's little thing was no longer a matter. He thought for a while, raised his head and asked, "Grandpa Beta, why do you want to help me like this?"

"Although my goddess is a goddess of wealth and is in charge of the flow of money all over the world, she always believes that knowledge is much more important than money." Beta said in a very gentle tone: "So I can't stand it, I can't stand it, a real scholar, who is so down."

Harry felt his nose felt a little sore.
Chapter completed!