The church prepared a mountain of documents for Jenkins to help him answer, and now a tenth of these documents are under his chair, and the rest are under the desk and under the chair of the person next to him.
After the presentation, the two asked each other questions, and the others asked questions. Those who have the right to speak are all the people sitting around the table. In a sense, the right to speak is the right to participate, and the right to participate is the right to choose. Different ways of asking questions will make things completely different, which is why believers of lies win the support of false gods.
The final step was a final one-on-one tableside conversation between Jenkins and Miss Fabry, before the two decided who would drop out. Of course, considering that unless it is one of the plans, the other party will find out serious loopholes and will voluntarily withdraw. The church has also arranged for the method to be used if both of them insist on not withdrawing—a weighted vote.
Quite the old way, and the most unfair way on the surface. But at least this can stop the mouths of future generations. The people here can indeed be regarded as representatives of the material world, so when the history books of later generations evaluate this event, they will not say that this is a meeting where a small number of people represent the majority.
The above is the arrangement of the church.
But Jenkins does not want to do this, the main reason is that it is too difficult to concoct another plan for the future, and Princess Sophia would not want to make such a statement.
Therefore, "Miss Fabbri" suddenly stood up and raised her hand to signal everyone to be quiet:
"I have an opinion."
"Do you have any opinion?"
"Don't you guys understand the situation now? If we can't even get through tomorrow, then why talk about the future? The most urgent task now is to select the person who enters the metal tower and defeats the difference engine, not here empty Talk about long-term effective governance of polluted skies."
"So, Miss Fabbri, what do you think we are going to do now?"
Jenkins asked.
"It's very simple, choose the strongest one from you and me."
Princess Sophia looked at Jenkins with sharp eyes, and her free and sharp look especially brought out the charm of her current appearance.
"you mean… "
"Let's have a duel, the winner will be the savior, and the loser will withdraw automatically."
The momentary noise made the originally quiet room become noisy, and the church immediately understood that Miss Fabry had seen through that they were trying to win the final choice by using more churches of false gods to occupy voting seats.
"Sure enough, she saw through."
Miss Stillwell muttered nervously in her seat, and then her words were heard by the members of the Music Order with extremely keen hearing:
"See through what?"
Miss Burnett asked, and Miss Stewell could only make up an embarrassing lie to explain.
Regarding the practice of dueling, the church also believes that it is a lie. The believers have seen through the church's intentions, and even noticed the church's countermeasures after placing undercover agents in the music group. Apart from the Orthodox Church, most people in the Pseudo-God Church do not agree with this method. Although it sounds good, the theme of this negotiation is cooperation, and people no longer want to see more sacrifices.
"Williamette, it doesn't matter what these people think. I just want to hear your answer—are you willing to fight with me? The winner is the savior."
The woman pressed her hands on the table, leaned forward slightly and asked. Jenkins did not answer right away, because Miss Bennett, the holy son of the Church of Nature, interjected in time:
"This kind of decision, the church needs to discuss it, and can't give you an answer immediately."
"The end is coming, do you still want to use complicated procedures to delay time? When did the church become so bureaucratic?"
"Miss Fabbri" sneered, and then said to the people at the long table that the kingdom's delegation is nearby:
"Look, this is the Orthodox Church."
"But this kind of thing really can't be decided immediately."
The old gravekeeper also helped to talk.
"But what does it have to do with you? This matter is just between me and William, and it's fine for the two of us to solve it. William, give me the answer."
Princess Sophia's acting skills are quite good, whether it is the aggressiveness at the beginning, the ridicule of the church, or the ambiguity and calmness of the conversation with Jenkins, they are all grasped just right.
Jenkins wanted to show a tangled expression and agree, but Queen Isabella, who hadn't spoken much, actually spoke:
"He is the king, and he must consider this country in every word and deed. A duel with you, whether it is etiquette or consequences, will affect Fidiktri, so I propose to temporarily adjourn the meeting and give us some time to consider this matter."
Jenkins didn't expect Queen Isabella to help him, so of course Princess Sofia's line won't include her dialogue either.
But Princess Sophia has adapted to the identity of "Miss Fabbri", and said to the old man quite calmly:
"I can promise that I will not hurt William's life in the duel. As for etiquette... Although I am a commoner without a title, this duel is a duel that concerns the future of the world. It is a fair and honorable duel. I will fight as a commoner. I would like to extend an invitation to His Majesty William. I think this will not hurt anyone's reputation, even the history books of later generations will praise our duel for both of us to gain more honor."
She speaks impeccably, and Queen Isabella can't find a loophole for the time being. So Miss Fabrice asked Jenkins again:
"What do you think?"
Jenkins stood up from the table, looking at Miss Fabry who also stood up. He closed his mouth, let out a long breath through his nose, his eyes narrowed slightly while his nose fluttered, and his hands left the table.
But suddenly he relaxed again, from leaning forward slightly to standing up straight. He opened his mouth as if to make a sound, but suddenly closed his mouth and looked at Miss Fabbri, as if to see a conspiracy from her.
Then the body leaned back a little, made a chest-high posture, and turned to the right to look at Miss Streiss, but did not make eye contact with her, then turned again to look at "Miss Fabry" :
"I am the holy son of the Church of the Sages, and I do have the highest decision-making power. Miss Fabbri, I accept your challenge."
This time there was no uproar. People were staring at Jenkins, wondering why he made such a compromise in his home court:
"But you have to promise me one thing."
"Please say."
"No matter who wins or who loses, the loser, while announcing his withdrawal from the competition for the status of the savior, must also stay and help, and jointly fight against the catastrophe of the end."
He straightened his chest, with a resolute expression on his face, and said in the most standard Fiddlesticks common language:
"We are not here for our own benefit, but to save the world, so I hope that we will not give up this ideal just because we lose."
"Miss Fabri" showed a smile on her face, and she reached out and gently brushed the hair on the side of her face behind her ears:
"Of course, Williamette, we're all for this world."