Both Symon and Aisha were eager to seize the Light Helmet. However, Wilbur, seeing through their ambitions, calmly stated, "I
haven't otten the purpose of our collaboration, Miss Aisha. Please remember that | have no interest inpeting for the Light
Helmet. It's yours now."
He tossed the Light Helmet to Aisha. She caught it and immediately lit up with excitement. "In that case, | won't stand on
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtceremony with you, Mr. Wilbur. | hope we can collaborate again in the future."
"Of course," Wilbur nodded, adding, "I mean if the Holy Illuminati Church offers adequatepensation, | would naturally be
willing to work with you again."
In reality, Wilbur was uninterested in continuing the conversation with Aisha. He had noticed Symon's eyes glinting with murderous
intent, clearly desiring the Light Helmet for himself. To avoid bing Symon's enemy, Wilbur decided to shift Symon's focus onto
Aisha.
As soon as Wilbur finished speaking, Symon's gaze locked onto Aisha. Coldly, he said, "Aisha, among all the bishops, your rank is
lower than mine. It would be more appropriate for you to hand the Light Helmet over to me, so | can present it to the Pope."
Aisha's eyes narrowed with fury as she retorted, "Symon, your words disgust me. You didn't earn the Light Helmet by your own
strength, so why should | give it to you?"
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmSymon's eyes flashed with anger. "And you? You didn't earn it by your strength either. Why shouldn't | take it?"
"oul"
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