Making Millions With The Eyes Of God

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Noticing that Gilmore was the only man among Lilian, Claire and the other pretty ladies while Apollo had got into the sacred temple, a few bolder cultivators cast greedy eyes on the ladies.

Then, these cultivators exchanged glances and walked toward Gilmore, Lilian and the others.

“Pretty ladies, why haven’t I seen you before? Are you new here?” a cultivator looked at the ladies with an evil smile, asking.

At the sight of the frivolous smiles of the cultivators who came up to them, the ladies realized what they were up to. With an indifferent look, Lilian said to the cultivator, who tried to talk to them, “We’re with Mr. Baxter and waiting for him.”

After that, Lilian looked away from him.

Obviously, Lilian had made it very clear that she didn’t want to be disturbed by these cultivators.

Claire, Christine and the other ladies also gave the cultivator the cold shoulder like Lilian.

The cultivator didn’t expect to get the cold shoulder.

He said, “I know you are brought by Mr. Baxter. We are the third elder’s attendants. As the saying goes, it’s fate that brought us together. Today, we followed the third elder to the sacred temple to attend the sect master’s wedding and didn’t expect to have the pleasure of meeting you, ladies as pretty as fairies.”

Although the cultivator, who got the cold shoulder from the ladies, was embarrassed, men were often more interested in women who were hard to pick up. From NôvelDrama.Org.

He then said to the ladies with a smile, “There’s an inn named the Intoxication Inn in the sacred temple. Pretty ladies, would you like to go there and have a drink with me?”

Lilian replied coldly, “I’m sorry, I came here with Mr. Baxter to attend the sect master’s wedding. I’m not interested in anything else.”

The cultivator said, “You come here with Mr. Baxter to attend the sect master’s wedding. We also come here with the third elder for the same thing.

“Nevertheless, the sect master’s wedding would probably take at least a few hours.

“The sect master and his wives probably won’t have performed the wedding ceremony after we have a drink and come back.”

Lilian was about to refuse, but Gilmore said, “Buddy, it’s a good idea. Let’s go out for a drink.

“It won’t be too late for us to come back to pick up Mr. Baxter after the sect master’s wedding.”

Lilian was stunned.

She had no idea why Gilmore agreed to go out for a drink with this cultivator who was apparently up to no good.

Gilmore’s words raised the hopes of the cultivator, who was afraid that Lilian would turn down his offer.

He hurriedly nodded at Gilmore with a smile, saying, “Buddy, you’re right. My name is Garen Merrett. What’s your name?”

Gilmore replied, “Zachary Reed. Nice to meet you.”

Afraid that Garen would recognize him, Gilmore used an alias.

“Oh, Mr. Reed, I’m wondering what your relationship with these pretty ladies is,” asked Garen, looking at Gilmore and

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pointing at the ladies.

As soon as he said that, all the cultivators around them looked towards Gilmore.

Obviously, they were also curious about the relationship between Gilmore and the ladies.

Gilmore answered, “Uh, they’re all my fiancees.”

Hearing this, Garen and all the other cultivators around him were shocked.

Eleven fiancees. Was he serious?

They gazed at each other speechlessly.

Obviously, most of them didn’t believe it.

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In Glace, only the men from rich and powerful families, the influential officials, and the most powerful bigwigs like the sect master could have more than one wife.

However, they, who were suspicious, saw that the ladies all fell silent and none raised an objection.

As the saying goes, silence means acquiescence.

That was to say, what Gilmore said was true.

Learning this, Garen and the others suddenly burnt with jealousy.

They thought it was simply intolerable that Gilmore, who looked so ordinary, had more than a dozen fiancees as pretty as fairies.

Garen and the other powerful cultivators around him were covetous of the ladies, harboring ulterior motives.

Garen looked at Gilmore, saying with a hypocritical smile, “Let’s go, Mr. Reed. I’ll treat you and the pretty ladies to a drink at the Intoxication Inn.”

Gilmore naturally agreed, “Okay, thank you for your kind invitation, Mr. Merrett.”

“Mr. Reed, as the second elder’s apprentice, I also would like to treat you to a drink on behalf of the second elder,” a sage–like old man, who was twisting his white beard, said to Gilmore.

Gilmore suddenly had a strong urge to vomit because he didn’t expect this sage–like old man to covet his fiancees.

The old man was such a lecher.

However, Gilmore would like to teach the old lecher a lesson.

So Gilmore said to the old cultivator, “Okay, the more people, the merrier. Let’s go out for a drink together.”

“Exactly, Mr. Reed, you are right,” said the old man, beaming with joy.

He believed that Gilmore had fallen into his trap.

Right after the old man managed to join Gilmore and Garen in going out for a drink, the rest of the leaders of the cultivators also seized the opportunity to invite Gilmore and the ladies to have a drink.

To their surprise, Gilmore agreed without hesitation.

Finally, Gilmore looked at the cultivators, who enthusiastically offered to treat him to a drink, saying, “Buddies, I really appreciate your kind invitation.

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“Shall we go to the Intoxication Inn now?”

Garen and the other cultivators all nodded in agreement.

Then, surrounded by the hundreds of cultivators with evil intentions, Gilmore and the ladies walked toward the Intoxication Inn,

Garen and the other leaders of these cultivators were all thinking about getting Gilmore drunk with the hardest liquor after they arrived at the Intoxication Inn.

Once Gilmore got drunk, the pretty ladies around him would fall into their hands.

At the thought of what was about to happen, they smiled complacently.

The Intoxication Inn was the only inn among the palaces in the vast sacred temple.

It was a quaint and magnificent nine–storey building built in ancient times.

Each floor was spacious enough to accommodate hundreds of diners.

Garen and the other cultivators led Gilmore to the largest private room on the top floor of the nine– storey Intoxication Inn.

Of course, only the leaders of the cultivators were allowed to enter the private room. There were more than a dozen of them in total.

Garen came in and closed the door after the other leaders got into the private room.

Meanwhile, the other several hundred cultivators sat in the hall outside the private room.

In the private room.

The liquors and dishes Garen ordered were served soon.

Garen personally filled the glasses of Gilmore and the ladies.

Then Garen raised his glass and said to the other leaders, “Guys, let’s propose a toast to Mr. Reed and his fiancees.”

They immediately raised their glasses and toasted Gilmore and the ladies.

Gilmore picked up his glass, but the ladies didn’t.

Lilian said to Gilmore, “Gilmore, I don’t drink. Please excuse me for being unable to drink a toast in return.”

Claire, Christine and the other ladies also said, “We don’t drink either. Please excuse us for being unable to drink with them.”

Some of the ladies really didn’t drink, but some did.

The reason why they claimed that they didn’t drink was that they knew that these cultivators were up to no good.

They didn’t want to drink with these cultivators at all.

Garen looked towards Gilmore with a smile and said, “No, Mr. Reed, the ladies are obviously not sincere enough.

“How about if you drink on your fiancees‘ behalf?”

The other cultivators, whose eyes lit up, immediately tried to persuade Gilmore, “Garen is right. Since your fiancees don’t drink, you should drink on their behalf.

Gilmore said casually, “Okay, I’ll drink a toast in return on their behalf.”

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Then, Gilmore picked up his glass, clinked it with the cultivators, and drank it up.

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As soon as Gilmore finished drinking, Garen filled his glass and said to Gilmore, “It’s our pleasure to meet you, Mr. Reed. Come on, let’s have another drink.”

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Gilmore did not refuse, filled his glass, picked it up, and said to Caren, “Okay, let’s have another drink.”

Then he and Garen had another drink.

However, right after that, another cultivator named Hector Field came to propose a toast to Gilmore.

Gilmore drank a toast in return.

But Hector was different. After toasting Gilmore, he filled his glass and went to toast the ladies.

The ladies certainly didn’t drink.

So Gilmore drank a toast in return on their behalf.

Seeing that the cultivators toasted Gilmore one after another, the ladies were even more certain that they were up to no good.

Soon, the men had one and another round of drinks. There were twenty to thirty empty jars on the table and the ground. The liquor sold at the Intoxication Inn was stored in jars, each of which contained seven or eight pounds of liquor.

They had drunk a lot of liquor.

Gilmore belched, seeming to be about to pass out.

Seeing this, the cultivators were all secretly delighted.

“You’re drunk, Mr. Reed,” Garen said to Gilmore.

Gilmore muttered, “I… I’m not drunk…”

After saying that, Gilmore lay prostrate on the table and fell asleep, snoring like a pig.

At the sight of this, the cultivators were even more delighted.

Since Gilmore had got drunk, his fiancees, who were as pretty as fairies, would certainly be at their mercy.

“Ladies, Mr. Reed is drunk, but it’s not a good place to sleep. How about if we go to the Spring Rain Hotel next door where we can get a room for him to have a rest?” Garen looked at the ladies and asked with concern.

Nevertheless, Garen was aware that the liquor sold at the Intoxication Inn was made of the holy water in the sacred lake and known as the holy wine.

Different from other wines, the holy wine was extremely strong and able to knock out cultivators.

Garen believed that it was impossible for Gilmore, who had drunk a lot of holy wine, to wake up before tomorrow.

As long as Gilmore didn’t wake up, the ladies would be at their mercy.

The ladies exchanged glances.

They were aware that the cultivators had ulterior motives.

However, they were not afraid at all.

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After all, they, who were at the proficient level, were certainly capable of dealing with the cultivators, who were at the advanced level.

Therefore, the ladies would like to see what tricks they were up to.

Lilian pretended to be grateful and said to the cultivators, “Well, thank you for your help.”

“Don’t mention it. This is what we should do,” Garen replied generously.

Then, Garen looked at Hector and said, “Let’