Chapter 122

Annan Lindong came to the frozen water port,

After all, it was because of the arrangement in the Principality of Winter...

—Or because he was hunted and had nowhere to go?

This will greatly affect the next negotiation between Bishop Daryl and Annan.

"This bad old man is very ghostly..."

Annan snorted.

This fat man with golden teeth, who doesn't know how long he has lived and how old he is this year, although he looks like a good old man with a smile, but Annan is very clear... The more this kind of guy looks like a good man, the more difficult it is to deal with.

certainly.

The main reason is that Annan doesn't know what Bishop Daryl wants to do.

Just let Annan know his true purpose.

Because now, Bishop Darryl clearly has something to ask of Annan. And he didn't know where Annan came from or what he was going to do.

If Annan could know the opponent's hand, their positions would be reversed immediately——

"……Well."

Annan's footsteps paused slightly, and then walked as usual.

He has a way.

Carrying the freshly brewed black tea and snacks, Annan walked back to the bedroom.

Bishop Darryl was holding a silver metal pen, counting something in a small notebook.

When he saw Annan entering the door, Bishop Darryl laughed and put the pen back into his pocket watch.

"Is it inconvenient to have no servants?"

"where."

Annan made a cold voice, and the corners of his mouth rose to reveal a soft smile: "I'm used to it."

With that said, he poured a cup of black tea for Bishop Daryl and himself, took out the snack cage and put it on the table.

Annan said casually: "Fortunately, what the Viscount should have,

Quite complete. Oh yes - these snacks are left over from yesterday, do you mind? "

With that said, Annan took out a piece of soft and glutinous pastry and put it in his mouth.

Bishop Darryl hurriedly smiled and waved his hand: "Lord Lord, if you don't dislike it, it will be fine. How can we civilians be so delicate..."

"Can our esteemed bishop also be considered a commoner?"

Annan said with a smile, and sat opposite Darryl: "I thought the bishop's clothing, food, shelter and transportation should be like that of the great nobles."

His smile is like that of a child of the same age, pure, innocent, and pleasant.

Bishop Daryl looked solemn: "That's impossible.

"I don't know about other churches, but at least here, priests have no personal savings."

Having said that, he paused slightly.

Bishop Daryl suddenly realized that this is not something that can be said at this time...

If Annan really inherited the position of Grand Duke, it would have little effect. His money wasn't in his own hands.

But he is different now.

Annan came to the neighboring country alone. If he joins the church, it means that all the money he has on hand must be spent...

For a son of a noble duke, this is undoubtedly an unacceptable condition.

It's as if the seller accidentally cut his own price...

So Bishop Daryl was silent for a while, and then added:

"—But at the same time, we can also use some simple means to bypass this curse."

Having said that, the bald-headed fat bishop nodded his golden teeth with a smile: "This... can be considered a little change.

"Also, since I'm using gold teeth. So it's reasonable for me to keep some spare gold teeth in the church? After all, I'm also the face of the church to some extent, so I can't show people with open teeth, right?"

Then, can these golden teeth be used as transaction currency...

Annan looked at this ugly fat man in surprise.

This guy……

It's a genius.

Sir Silver is too lenient with the priests too, isn't he?

no, no...

Annan quickly realized the problem.

"Clerics can't hold wealth", not necessarily to please the silver lord...

It's more like some kind of "discipline".

On the one hand, it is used to remind these priests that your gods are watching you; on the other hand, it is ... for the common people.

It was to let them know that "even priests have to obey the rules".

...but it is.

The gods of this world do not need believers to provide the power of faith... They just need priests to maintain their core rules.

It's more of a boss-employee relationship -- and that's the kind of company that's understaffed and keeps hiring disgruntled people. The primary responsibility of employees is to give priority to completing their assigned work, followed by the dissemination of corporate culture...

So the priests were too lazy to preach to the outside world.

But in order to maintain the image and influence of the priests in the eyes of the public, it is also a necessary part for people to "cooperate" with the rules of the righteous gods.

The image of the priests and the importance they attach to the rules directly determine the people's perception of the gods.

In turn, it may affect people's recognition of the rules in the parishes of various countries.

On the side of Noah's Kingdom, Sir Silver chose "service with a smile". It's a soft talk route, which is a bit like "you can't stock up on this stuff".

Then other countries and other churches should have completely different styles...

On the grandmother's side, what should be the rules?

Annan thought quickly in his heart.

So he sighed softly, showing a little sympathy on his face: "I'm sorry... Sir Silver has a lot of strange rules here."

Such ambiguous words are almost unwarranted when first heard.

Moreover, it is usually the easiest to obtain secret information on topics that lead to complaints from others.

Sure enough, the fat bishop smiled awkwardly, and subconsciously complained to Annan: "It's naturally incomparable with yours.

"Strictly speaking, our side is a bunch of business people, and there is not even a church armed. It's like Winter's side... There can still be a spy department like Winter's Hand to help with black work, king."

……Ok?

Annan sharply extracted key information.

He immediately sighed without a trace, and changed the subject to prevent Bishop Daryl from reacting: "Not necessarily...

"Lord Bishop, do you know anything about our Winter Principality?"

With that said, Annan's expression became serious.

A businesslike look.

Seeing this, the smile on Bishop Daryl's face also restrained a little.

He pondered for a moment, then nodded slowly and said, "I still understand it... I still understood it before."

"Before this—what degree do you mean?"

"A year and a half, really. The last message is until February of this year."

Bishop Darryl slammed his mouth and sighed: "Lord Lord, your side is so messy this year... Anyway, I don't dare to cross the border.

"I remember you're Winterborn, right? Then you should have participated too... No. By the way, when did you come to the Frozen Water Harbor?"

"It's been a while."

Annan's body leaned back slightly, and his expression was a little helpless: "I can't say what I know... I'm doing this for your own good, Lord Bishop."

"Don't say too much, I understand."

The bishop shook his head: "The Archduke was assassinated, and there are too many things involved. My words are not to provoke relations... But, Annan - I call you that, which means that I don't want this word to spread."

He no longer addresses Annan by honorific titles.

The expression also became serious and solemn:

"There must be a problem with the high-level lady on the cold-blooded lady's side. It doesn't have to be who, or how many, but there is definitely a problem.

"You are too young to know. Whether the blood descendant of the righteous God was assassinated, sick or accidental... But when you die, the righteous god church will definitely be notified.

"They didn't arrive at the crime scene immediately, which means that in the process of receiving the notice, passing it to the notification hall, and then passing it on to the Hand of Winter - at least one traitor existed."

Bishop Daryl said seriously: "Seriously, I shouldn't say this, at least not at this time. I'm not telling you this now, and I'm not persuading you to join us... I just don't want your thinking There is a problem with the direction.

"It is good for us to have a gentle grand duke like you in the Duchy of Winter.

"Noahs, can't go through another meaningless war."

……I see.

Annan nodded slowly: "I understand..."

He did understand.

After thinking for a moment, Annan turned the subject back: "Let's talk about the bishop.

"But the clergy thing... I'm really interested.

"I am curious about the imprint of the Holy Light and the extraordinary abilities of our priests. Please explain more to me."

Annan's expression is humble and his tone is gentle.