Chapter 144478. Then he gave another five million
"Archit-Biography..."
Archbishop Tomak raised his hand slightly, "Lis, Lea...and you, Eribos."
The saint stopped talking, and a cold snorting from the air beside the wheelchair came from the third person who had not noticed before.
"Initially, my thought was that when I arrived in Liberty City, no matter what kind of person Annan Reeves was, he would be kept under control..."
"The Holy Son must not be an outsider."
Archbishop Tomak said briefly, every word is very hard, and every short sentence has to pause.
The Saint and the invisible Eribosm kept silent, they knew this.
"My thoughts changed when I met Corritt and Reiner. If, as they said, Annan Reeves was a good lord, we could absorb him,"
"I changed my mind again when I came to Liberty City and contacted Annan Reeves..."
"Miss. I cannot be ashamed of Him, but if the Son is not qualified, I will stop him even if he disobeys His command..."
Archbishop Tomak said so much that he could not breathe and gasped.
"Stop him... let the church collapse, go down..."
The saint couldn't bear it, so she covered the archbishop's shoulders, and the light golden magic trick smoothed the wrinkles on the archbishop's face.
"Stop wasting divine power..."
Archbishop Tomak signaled her to stop, and her condition improved, and continued, "Fortunately, the Holy Son is different..."
"That was a child full of passion, creativity, and dreams. He was not a qualified son, but would be a qualified leader."
"Archit-Biography..."
Archbishop Tomak was like his last words to disturb the Saint.
"Don't worry, after I leave, he will quickly grow into your new backer..."
"As long as you and Biglit stand firmly by the Son, even if the traitors in the East split the church, you will one day be able to eliminate the traitors and rebuild the glory."
"Why don't you tell the Holy Son?" asked the Holy Maiden.
"It's useless, Leya."
Archbishop Tomak saw it very clearly. Annan has no malice and is willing to believe him, but he always has a distant feeling.
This is not a malice, but a natural act of human beings in front of the huge dragon.
Even if that human is not afraid of the dragon, it turns over and sneezes slightly, and humans always have to worry about whether it will affect itself.
Now telling the truth, that child will only find a way to get rid of the burden.
Fortunately, Archbishop Tomak found Annan's weakness - attaching importance to feelings.
As long as the relationship between the church and him and Liberty City deepens, even if one day the news of the betrayer splitting the church came, Annan, who was emotionally restrained, could not stand by and watch.
He looked at the sky again: "Eribos, this city has the breath of spider-behind..."
"You must protect the Holy Son and keep him away from the clutches of the dark elves."
After a long time, a voice sounded in the void: "Old Toma, this is not like you."
"But what if they are coming?" The age spots climbed again on Archbishop Tomak's face, making his dusk aura stronger.
"Who are they?"
"The culprit of the withered world?"
Two voices sounded at the same time, one was filled with confusion, and the other... full of uneasiness.
"Yes... I felt the residual power on that fragment."
Eripos is no longer a cold and arrogant tone that is not at all concerned about his own affairs, and asked anxiously: "Shouldn't they be progressing step by step? How could they suddenly approach the world of Allen!?"
Archbishop Tomak lowered his head slightly: "I don't know, maybe it's just an accident, maybe it's a lady who is studying it. I hope I'm thinking too much, but we must be prepared."
"Are you lying to me?"
"Just to let you take care of Annan Reeves?"
Eripos was silent for a moment: "Did you tell the Temple of the Holy Temple and Wilheim?"
"They already know."
"...I understand, I will take good care of him for you after you die."
"That's good, that's good..." Archbishop Tomak's voice became lower and lower, and his head gradually fell.
A looming outline appeared in the space where Eripos stood.
The saint also called out sadly: "Master Archbishop..."
"What's the matter?"
Unexpectedly, Archbishop Tomak raised his head again and pushed back his glasses that had fallen onto his nose.
The saint with tears in his eyes covered his mouth: "You didn't..."
"How could it be so fast? I just said too much and was a little tired."
"Oh...I'm going to practice singing."
...
On the third floor of the Mage Tower, the Skeleton King and Mr. Svalo who looked away from each other were looking back.
"It seems that the Wealth Church has given up controlling Liberty City."
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"Without the gods, they don't even have this courage." Svalro sneered.
The Skeleton King looked at him sideways: "Where are you? He said he hates Annan and stays at school until night every day."
"Hmph...I'm just for the kids."
"What else?"
“There’s chaos outside, I don’t want to be involved.”
Svalro had to admit that in the turbulent years, the seemingly inconspicuous Liberty City became the safest place to stay away from dirty politics and darkness.
If it were somewhere else, I would either be recruited by the lords and nobles to do things for them, or I would be regarded as a competitor to compete for the Mage Tower and would be in peace.
He saw Annan jumping around on the street and showed disgust.
"I'm going to prepare for the lesson."
...
Annan returned to the city amid greetings along the way.
Standing on the street, he looked back at the place where he was standing just now, Archbishop Tomak and his group were only the size of a fingernail.
Although the "only" widened outward by five or six hundred meters, the area almost doubled.
Suddenly I got something that was not earned by hard work. While I was happy, Annan still felt a little uneasy.
No wonder the gods have disappeared for almost five years, and the Church of Wealth is still as huge as before. It is so rich...
Annan realized how short-sighted he was. How could you earn in the years be as good as the church’s hundreds or thousands of years of accumulation?
No wonder the church likes to launch jihad so much. The winners of war have always made a lot of money.
That night, Annan ran to the embassy to find the archbishop.
What is not something you earn through hard work is uneasy, bullshit! The feeling of getting something for nothing is great!
"Article Thomas, is the church interested in the right to naming?" Annan rubbed his palms embarrassedly.
"What is naming right?"
"After the competition begins, the host will say that the competition is sponsored by the Fortune Church."
Archbishop Tomak pondered for a moment: "It sounds interesting, how about a million?"
"What!?"
I just want Annan, who has tens of thousands of gold, to improve his voice.
"Is it too little? I think so, three million."
"Three million is too..."
Does the Church of Wealth have the habit of using silver coins to calculate? Three million means 30,000 jinars, which also meets expectations.
"Then just price, five million kinners." Archbishop Tomak waved his hand: "Annan, you are such a negotiator, stop bargaining."
What else can Annan say?
(This chapter ends)