Annan Winter came to Frozenwater Harbor,
Is it because of the arrangements made by the Duke of Winter...
— or because he was hunted down and had nowhere to go
This will greatly affect the next negotiation between Bishop Darryl and Kofi Annan.
"This old man is very ghostly..."
Annan clicked his tongue.
This golden-toothed fat man who didn't know how long he had lived and how old he was this year, although he looked like a smiling and good-natured guy, Annan knew very well... the more he looks like a good-natured guy, the harder it is to deal with.
certainly.
The main reason was that Annan didn't know what Bishop Darryl wanted to do.
As long as Annan can know his true purpose.
Because now, Bishop Daryl clearly had something to ask of Annan. And he didn't know where Annan came from, and he didn't know what he was going to do.
If Annan could know the opponent's cards, the positions of the two would be reversed immediately—
"… Well."
Annan paused slightly, then walked around as usual.
He has a way.
Holding 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 book.
Looking back and seeing Annan enter the door, Bishop Darryl laughed and put the pen back into the pocket watch.
"Is it inconvenient to have no servants?"
"where."
Annan made a cold voice, and the corners of his mouth raised into a soft smile: "I've been used to it for a long time."
As he spoke, he poured a cup of black tea for Bishop Darryl and himself, and took out the snack cage and put it on the table.
Annan said casually: "It's a good thing that the viscount's house is quite complete. Oh, by the way—these snacks are left over from yesterday, don't you mind?"
As he spoke, Annan took out a piece of soft pastry and put it in his mouth.
Bishop Darryl quickly smiled and waved his hands: "My lord, if you don't dislike yourself, then naturally there will be no problem. How can we civilians be so delicate..."
"Can our respected bishop be considered a commoner?"
Annan said with a smile, and sat opposite Daryl: "I thought the bishop's food, clothing, housing and transportation would be like those of the great nobles."
His smile is like that of a child of the same age, pure, innocent and pleasant.
Bishop Darryl looked serious: "That's impossible.
"I don't know about other churches, but at least here, the priests have no personal savings."
Having said that, he paused slightly.
Bishop Darryl 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 impact. His money was not kept 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 the son of a noble duke, this is undoubtedly an unacceptable condition.
It's almost like the seller accidentally cut his own price...
So Bishop Darryl was silent for a while, and added:
"—But at the same time, we can also use some simple means to bypass this curse."
As he said that, the bald and fat bishop nodded his gold teeth with a smile: "This... can be regarded as some change.
"Also, since I use gold teeth, it's reasonable for me to keep some spare gold teeth in the church, right? After all, I'm more or less the face of the church, so I can't see people with my broken teeth, right?"
Then, these gold teeth can be used as transaction currency...
Annan looked at this unattractive fat man with some surprise.
This guy…
It's a genius.
Sir Silver is also too lenient to the priests, isn't he
no, no...
Annan quickly realized the problem.
"Priests cannot hold wealth", not necessarily to please Silver Lords...
It's more like some kind of "discipline".
On the one hand, it is used to remind these priests that your god is watching you; on the other hand, it is... for the common people to see.
It is to let them know that "even priests have to obey the rules".
… But yes.
The gods of this world don't need believers to provide the power of faith or anything... They just need priests to maintain their core rules.
It's more of a boss-employee relationship—and one of those understaffed, consistently understaffed companies. The primary responsibility of the employees is to give priority to completing their duties, and the second is to spread the corporate culture...
So the priests are too lazy to preach abroad.
However, maintaining the image and influence of the priests in the eyes of the public is a necessary part for people to "cooperate" with the rules of 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 Noah Kingdom side, Sir Silver chose "service with a smile". It's a soft-spoken route, a bit like "you can't stock up on this product".
Then other countries and other churches should have completely different styles...
On the old grandmother's side, what kind of rules should it be
Annan thought quickly.
So he sighed softly, with a little sympathy on his face: "With all due respect... Sir Silver has so many strange rules here."
When hearing such ambiguous words for the first time, it is almost impossible to be wary.
Moreover, topics that lead to other people's complaints are usually the easiest to obtain secret information.
Sure enough, the fat bishop smiled awkwardly, and subconsciously complained to Annan: "Of course there is no comparison with your side.
"Strictly speaking, our side is just a bunch of businessmen, not even church-armed. It's like Winter's side... There can also be special agencies like the Hand of Winter to help with black work, king."
… Um
Annan keenly extracted key information.
He immediately sighed indistinctly, changed the subject, and prevented Bishop Darryl from reacting: "It's not necessarily true...
"Master Bishop, do you know about our Winter Duchy?"
As he spoke, Annan's expression became serious.
A businesslike look.
Seeing this, the smile on Bishop Darryl's face also restrained a little.
He thought for a moment, then slowly nodded and said, "I still understand it... I understood it before."
"Before—to what extent?"
"A year and a half, really. The last news is until February this year."
Bishop Darryl slammed his mouth and sighed: "My lord, your side is in such a mess this year... Anyway, I dare not cross the border.
"I remember that you are a Winterborn, right? Then you should also participate... No. Speaking of which, when did you come to Frozen Water Harbor?"
"It's been a while."
Annan leaned back slightly, with a helpless expression on his face: "I can't say what I know... I'm doing this for your own good, my lord bishop."
"I don't need to say much, I understand."
The bishop shook his head: "The Grand Duke's assassination involves too many things. I don't mean to provoke relations... But, Annan—I call you this way, that is to say, I don't want this sentence to spread."
He no longer addresses Annan with an honorific title.
The expression also became serious and dignified:
"There must be a problem with the senior management on the side of the cold-blooded lady. It doesn't have to be who or how many, but there must be a problem.
"You are too young to know. Whether the descendants of the Zhengshen blood were assassinated, sick or accidental... But at the same time as your death, the Zhengshen Church will definitely be notified.
"They didn't rush to the scene of the crime in the first time, 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 Darryl said seriously: "To be honest, I shouldn't have said this, at least not at this time. I'm telling you this now, not to persuade you to join us... I just don't want you to think in the direction Something went wrong.
"It is a good thing for us to have a gentle Grand Duke like you in the Duchy of Winter.
"Noah, you can no longer experience a meaningless war."
… I see.
Annan nodded slowly: "I understand..."
He did understand.
After thinking for a moment, Annan turned the topic back: "Let's talk about the bishop's matter.
"But the titular thing . . . I'm really interested.
"I'm curious about the imprint of the Holy Light and the extraordinary abilities of our priests. Please explain more to me."
Annan's expression was humble and his tone was gentle.