Chapter 78 Good evening, Mr. Bishop
Who wants to harm me? !
At this moment, Moselle gritted his teeth and thought in his heart.
Looking at the angry people in front of him, he suddenly realized that he was at a fork in the road that would determine his future destiny.
It can be said with certainty that what happened tonight will definitely spread throughout the entire city, even the southern provinces, and even the imperial capital thousands of miles away.
If he can't handle the current crisis well, then he will really be doomed.
Moselle's legs were slightly weak.
However, over the years, he has experienced countless storms and waves, and his character is naturally far beyond ordinary people.
So although his thoughts were chaotic, his face was only slightly stiff and did not show panic.
If even he himself panics, then the situation will be completely irreversible.
Thinking this, Moselle took a deep breath.
Feeling the various looks in front of him, he suddenly shouted: "Quiet!!!"
Sound waves mixed with extraordinary power hit the entire place.
It seems that they noticed that Bishop Moser did not show too many gaffes at this moment, and the people who still had a glimmer of hope in their hearts looked at each other for a while, so they decided to listen to what he was going to say first.
The originally noisy scene gradually became quiet.
Seeing this, Moselle breathed a sigh of relief.
“You must be thinking in your heart right now, Moselle is really a greedy guy. With so much money in his hands, he must be greedily spending all the donations and sacrifices he offers to the Lord on his own. It’s in my pocket, right?”
“In your mind, I, Moselle, am such an untrustworthy person?”
Moselle said coldly.
Looking at the usually amiable and friendly Bishop, who looked extremely serious and angry at this moment, some believers subconsciously did not dare to look at him and chose to look away.
Yes, is Mr. Moser, who is charitable and caring to believers, really a greedy and dark guy?
Many people felt confused.
People are so easy to deceive.
In the face of authoritative and credible words, no matter how outrageous and unreasonable his actions are, he can justify himself.
After all, Mosel represents the Church of Heaven.
In the hearts of these believers, compared to the Lord of billions of stars who has never seen a miracle, the visible and tangible Bishop is more concrete and can make people feel real.
They believe in the true God of the church, but they not only believe in Him.
Because a huge church is originally a whole composed of countless detailed people and things.
As part of this whole, Mosel is the object of deep trust among the people of Orne City.
This trusting relationship is actually a means of maintaining faith.
Looking at the people who fell into silence, Moselle breathed a sigh of relief.
The hardest part has passed.
He continued: "Since you are all curious as to why the Tianli Church has not participated in this fundraising event for disabled soldiers from beginning to end, I will take this opportunity to answer you."
< br>“The Lord once taught us to do good deeds People who do good things cannot turn a blind eye to the suffering of others."
"In order to follow His teachings, since we learned the news, we have been thinking about whether we can protect our homes and our country. Soldiers do their part.”
"So, the silence these days is not because the church is indifferent, but because it is using all its connections to secretly raise money."
"As you can see." Moser pointed to the gold coins scattered on the ground. "These, and those, and everything included in the box behind you."
“These are all charitable donations in the name of Tianli Church. They are by no means my personal property as you think.”
“Do you understand? ?”
Moselle said word by word with a serious expression.
This is of course a lie. If he really wanted to donate all the money, he would never see the sun tomorrow.
This move is just a last resort.
In his opinion, people are creatures without memory.
It only takes a few hot news in Orne City in the next few days to easily divert their discussion on this matter.
"So. That's it?"
"That's one million, more than all other churches combined!"
"Am I also donating a share of this? ”
“It is indeed the Tianli Church!”
Looking at the excited discussions of the people, Moselle breathed a sigh of relief.
He thought he had barely passed this level.
Unexpectedly, the next second, a discordant voice suddenly came from outside the crowd.
"Oh? Mr. Bishop, you mean that the one million gold coins behind you are all used to donate to the disabled soldiers of the empire?" The owner of the voice said while separating the crowd, "Since So, I would like to thank you and the church for your generosity on behalf of the Duke.”
The moment he heard this voice, Moselle felt goosebumps all over his body.
It’s that madman!
He subconsciously looked up and saw a handsome young man wearing a coat with black hair and blue eyes, striding towards him surrounded by several guards.
“Sure enough, it’s you.”
Recalling their first encounter at the charity dinner a few days ago, Moser couldn’t help but grit his teeth.
It was because this little lunatic shot and killed the heir of the Mosgra family on the spot that he was severely punished by the second prince.
Unexpectedly, he was also behind this incident.
No, perhaps after that night, he and the Third Princess had already pulled Duke Tierius on board the ship and planned the fund-raising event.
So, this is a relentless enemy!
A cold murderous intention appeared in Moselle's eyes.
"Good evening, Mr. Bishop."
Lynn looked calm.
Then, as if he suddenly remembered something, he took out the gun from his pocket and fired it into the sky.
"Everyone, go back to your homes! Didn't you see that Mr. Bishop is busy dealing with things? You really have no eyesight!"
Looking at this group of people who can be carelessly rubbed by the few words of the superiors Lin En said impatiently.
After a commotion, people scattered in panic.
"Okay." Lin En felt his ears calmed down a little, and his expression returned to its original state, "Now that the people have dispersed and the fire has almost stopped, Mr. Bishop, next, should we talk about this? Regarding the donation? ”
"You've been waiting for me here?!"
Moselle looked at Linn gloomily.
At this moment, how could he not guess that everything that happened tonight was the fault of this kid in front of him? !
First, he used public opinion to plant seeds of dissatisfaction and suspicion in the hearts of believers, and then carefully arranged the fire to defraud the place where he hid tax money.
Finally, in front of the believers, the seeds in their hearts were exploded.
How treacherous and shameless! ! !
Lynn shrugged: "Don't answer questions with questions, Mr. Bishop."
Hearing this, Bishop Mosel suddenly showed a sneer: "Do you think you've got me? ? Think you can use public opinion to sway the church and roast me on the fire? "
"Let's see, little bastard of the Bart Leon family!"
As he said, he turned around. Just ready to leave.
But a light word came again.
“Counting the time, the second prince should be arriving soon.”
(End of this chapter)