The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing-Chapter 527 - 297 An Su Experienced the Elegance of the Older Generation of Artists

"I didn't spend a penny."

Facing Count Karlo's questioning, An Su responded expressionlessly.

"You're trying to kill your old man." Count Karlo's complexion turned iron blue, his joy turning to anger. He almost pointed at An Su's nose and cursed, "Isn't that basically freeloading, bringing shame to the Milton Royal Family!"

It's not like Milton is a whorehouse...

An Su felt that Count Karlo had a significant misunderstanding about the Royal Family.

"Isn't it Milton Yellow Market?"

Count Karlo stated matter-of-factly. He leaned back on the Chenxing family's sofa, his gold-plated boots crossed, his eyelids drooping over his dark blue eyes, his left hand supporting his cheek, his right swinging carelessly in the air, as if dismissing something, and muttered,

"Of course, you have to pay for transactions done in the yellow market."

The Royal Family is not this yellow market!

Old man, did you learn your language from Annand?

Madness!

This place is the Church's Ceremony Hall,

To dare to appraise the Princess in public, and even boldly criticize the Royal Family!

The whole world is just a giant whorehouse.

An Su gave a forced smile but did not really mean it. He observed his surroundings; Count Karlo's reckless words were likely overheard by the surrounding old nobles,

However, nobody dared to chime in, all turning their faces away to remain silent, pretending the words were unheard, opting not to stick their necks out.

Seeing this, An Su had a rough idea in mind.

Although he didn't know the kind of notorious reputation his father gained when he was young in the Imperial Capital—knowing only that he had bankrupted several chain operators in the Imperial Capital with large sums of money,

Basically, the nobles of the Imperial Capital dare not openly touch these border-born bad heads.

An Su also understood his father's intention; although appearing like a nouveau riche, he truly was one, not exactly cunning but can be considered rugged. His intentional outcry was all to create momentum and assert his authority.

One thing was certain, Count Karlo had guessed that the Royal Family was setting a trap for him.

Thus, he deliberately exhibited this attitude towards the Royal Family, acting the part of the villain, also to show the Church's bishops that An Su was not a Royal sympathizer, maintaining not a close, even poor relationship with the Royal Family and the noble faction.

This was to mitigate the negative impact on An Su's ecclesiastical career.

Although Count Karlo verbally disapproved of An Su joining the Church and inwardly felt the same, his actions still supported his son unwaveringly...

Father and son exchanged looks, sharing a smile.

An Su's look towards Count Karlo carried a trace of filial piety, while the look Count Karlo returned contained a gentleness,

—As if.

"Old man, come clean."

Something else crossed An Su's mind. He glared at Count Karlo, his filial gaze carrying a hint of murderous intent, and said in a low voice, "Did you bribe Merlin to fail me during the exam!"

"You don't need to thank your old man." Pure maliciousness tinted Count Karlo's affectionate gaze, "I can't wait for you to get the hell out of the Church. You still want to advance to Deacon? Dream on."

"Then what's all this about today?" An Su found Count Karlo's actions contradictory.

"Nonsense." Count Karlo crossed his legs confidently, "Only I have the right to discipline my son..."

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Count Karlo glanced sideways at the second floor of the Ceremony Hall, deliberately raising his voice, "Yellow market, you better take care of your own business first."

This border-born surely wreaked massive havoc in the Imperial Capital when he was young...

No wonder there is such great animosity toward the border people from the Imperial Capital inhabitants!

An Su held his forehead, confirming this fact.

Simultaneously, he couldn't help but internally appreciate the hard work of Marquis Norma; maintaining apparent harmony between the Imperial Capital and the border regions likely owed much to the Moon Family's mediation efforts.

He also glanced at the second floor, which was quiet. The Royal Knight was holding the Holy Spear, the golden golden kite flowers swaying slightly in the night air, blooming splendidly;

He didn't see Cersei, but noticed several of the Royal Family's noble relatives seated apart. Farol's Eldest Prince was there too, named Terry Milton, who like Cersei, had golden eyes. Sensing An Su's gaze, he waved at him, displaying a gentle smile.

He feels like a clothed version of Arthur... That was An Su's first impression of the Eldest Prince.

After Arthur awakened the Sun Flame, having attained such a Holy Level ability, he should have counterattacked as in the original timeline.

Just as An Su thought of Arthur, a scream from the entrance and exclamations from the nobles followed.

"Don't confiscate my Flash Egg!"

"You in the helmet, Royal Knight, what are you doing with that bow—uh, you say you are shooting at the Sun?"

"Damn, watch me hide my Flash Egg with the Gender Transformation Spell!"

"Let me go, why is the Order Church here... they say I'm gathering for indecency, I'm not, don't raid my business, they wanted to take my Flash Egg, that's why I transformed, let me go—my boss An Su Moningsta won't let you off!"

"Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west, do not bully LGBT when poor!"

Arthur's screams grew fainter, it looked like he was being dragged away by Order Knights. An Su's expression darkened, he shouldn't have expected these people born to be any less outrageous.

Instead of the traditional 'Thirty years in the west, thirty years in the east, do not bully the poor young,' it became'Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west, do not bully LGBT when poor.'