Chapter 23 Kerry's Apology

It was a comfortable dinner without John Kerry's interruption.

When Sherman left, John Kerry hadn't finished his beer yet.

"Why are you so afraid of him?"

It was said that Sherman Lockett had long been out of favor and had no status in the royal family.

With a gloomy face, John Kerry said, "Don't forget that he doesn't live on royal status."

He was the richest man in the country and controlled more than half of the economic lifeline.

If anything happened to his property, the whole country would be in a panic.

He had engaged in almost all kinds of industries from animal husbandry, planting to smelting.

The most prosperous street of Nita City was his property.

The Kerry family happened to have some important business to cooperate with Sherman.

Although he coveted the saintess, he had no choice but to give up.

There were many beautiful women in the world.

John Kerry was drinking in a low spirit. The man next to him bumped into his arm and winked, "Who said you must pursue her?"

John Kerry understood what he meant. With a relaxed expression, he thought of something and frowned. "She won't stay here for long."

Besides, she had Sherman and many knights with her.

"You are right."

"Forget it. Let's talk about it when we have a chance."

In the room, Sinard ravaged the pillow with hatred.

Sherman helped her out and said something cold to her, why?

She stopped ravaging the pillow.

Sherman seemed to be unhappy when she mentioned the engagement, and then he said coldly.

Did something unexpected happen during this process?

Besides this possibility, Sinard didn't know what else could make Sherman treat her like this.

She had to make it clear.

Sinard made up her mind to ask Sherman.

She decided to knock on Sherman's door as soon as possible.

Sherman was reading the map and thinking about where to go. When he heard the knock on the door, he said, "Come in, please."

"Sherman."

Seeing Sherman, Sinard didn't know how to start.

Sherman rolled up the map and asked, "It's so late. What's up?"

If there was nothing else, he would have a rest.

"I just want to ask you what happened between you and the royal family before you left."

Sinard plucked up her courage and asked directly, "Is it because of you and me?"

How could this woman think of those things?

Sherman replied vaguely, "Something happened between me and the royal family, but it has nothing to do with you. It's late. Please go back."

However, Sinard was going to get to the bottom of it, as if she wouldn't leave until she made it clear.

"Then I want to know."

Sherman replied perfunctorily, "This is royal secret. I can't tell it to outsiders."

But that was true. The financial crisis of the royal family was confidential.

Sherman sneered inside.

The financial crisis of the royal family had lasted for a long time, and its extravagance had caused the financial department to bear huge pressure.

Due to the poor annual revenue and frequent wars with foreign countries, they can't get the tax money they need.

The aristocrats were also using all kinds of methods to exploit, robbing people's property. The people were suffering, but those people are covering everything up.

All the people kept it under wraps. How could she, who had been treated like a vase when she came to the sect, know it?

Sinard knew that Sherman couldn't give any answer to her, so she had to go back.

Her room was next to Sherman's. The person she hated was standing in front of the door.

"Your Highness Saintess, I'm sorry for being abrupt tonight."

With a disgusting smile on his face and a wine pot in his hand, Sinard felt disgusted.

Sinard glanced at him and asked coldly, "Mr. Kerry, what's the matter? Can't you tell me tomorrow?"

She had no real power in the sect.

"I don't want to bother you, saintess. I'm here to apologize to saintess."

John Kerry gave a hint to the wine jug in his hand, and said, "I have offended Your Highness."

"I accept your apology. Take the wine back. Is there anything else?"

Sinard walked past him and was about to open the door, but she was suddenly stopped. She looked at John Kerry's face and smelled a disgusting odor.

"Don't be a jerk. Calling you saintess makes you think that you are an inviolable saintess?"

He took advantage of his drunkenness to get close to Sinard and said obscenely.

"What are you doing?"

The two doors opened almost simultaneously, Simon asked angrily. He strode up, grabbed Kerry's collar, and threw him to the wall.

Kerry was thrown into a mess.

'Who is he? He is so strong!'

Sherman also came out. Sinard stood behind Simon and looked at his expression.

Sherman stared at Kerry and then nodded to Simon and Sinard. "It seems that I have nothing to do here."

Was this script wrong?

Shouldn't it be Sherman who got angry for Sinard?

Sherman didn't think so.

Sinard wasn't his girlfriend. If she wanted to vent her anger, why didn't she go back to the sect?

The sect or other people wanted to help Sinard vent her anger.

Seeing that Sherman really went back, Sinard stamped her feet angrily and shouted, "Simon! Hang him up to the tree outside!"

Simon looked at Kerry pitifully, but he didn't hesitate to take Kerry away like carrying a chicken.

The shards of the wine jug were also removed. Sinard tossed and turned with resentment and anger.

Sherman was sleeping soundly.

The next day, when Sinard got up, she was still very angry with a pair of dark circles around her eyes.

John Kerry fainted in the middle of the night, but Simon still carried out the order to hang him on the tree outside the house the whole night.

Sherman saw Kerry at breakfast and said nothing.

He had chosen the slave market in the north and would take a six-day journey.

He was going to buy some dry provisions and other necessities on the street later.

Sherman disappeared after breakfast, while Sinard was absent-minded. When she came to her senses, the breakfast was already cold.

She poked the fried egg with a fork and finished the breakfast on the principle of not wasting food.

There were two knights who followed Sherman all the time.

The blueprint showed that the thorny swamp was working normally.

Sherman was in a good mood.

It happened that there was a shop of his in this town, so he planned to go there to see if he could get the goods.

As soon as he walked to the door of the firm, he heard someone shouting, "Three catties of wheat, you want one silver and ten copper coins. Do you want to rob?"

Gold, silver and copper, one to one hundred, buying power was not bad.

"The price set by the commander this year is 20 copper coins for a catty of wheat, without any discount."

Sherman was confused.

Why did they set such a high price this year?

"You are robbing money. Prices have never been so expensive!"

"What's the price this year?"

"Fifteen copper coins for a catty of wheat. This is the price that the senior leaders have agreed on. Master."