Annan Winter comes to Frozen Water Port,

It was because there were some arrangements in the Duchy of Winter...

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

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

"This old man is so terrifying..."

Annan tsk.

I don’t know how long this guy has lived and how old this year, although he looks like a good old man with a smile, Annan knows very well... the more he looks like a good old man, the more difficult it is to deal with this guy who looks like a good old man.

certainly.

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

As long as Annan can know his true purpose.

Because now, Bishop Daryl obviously has something to ask Annan for something. He doesn't know where Annan comes from or what he is going to do.

If Annan can learn the other party's hand, the two's positions will be immediately reversed.

“……Um.”

Annan paused slightly, and then walked as usual.

He has a way.

Carrying the freshly cooked black tea and desserts, Annan walked back to the bedroom.

Bishop Daryl was holding a silver metal pen and counting something on the notebook.

When he turned around and saw Annan enter the door, Bishop Daryl laughed and inserted his pen back into his pocket watch.

"Will it feel inconvenient without a servant?"

"where."

Annan made a cold voice, and a soft smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "I've been used to it for a long time."

As he said that, he poured a cup of black tea for Bishop Daryl and himself, took out the dessert cage and placed it on the table.

Annan said casually: "Fortunately, the Viscount's family should have is quite complete. Oh, right - these snacks are all left yesterday, don't you mind?"

As he said that, Annan took out a piece of soft pastry and put it into his mouth.

Bishop Daryl quickly smiled and waved his hand, "Lord, you don't dislike it yourself, so there is no problem. How can we civilians be so delicate..."

"Can our respected Bishop be considered civilians?"

Annan said with a smile and sat opposite Daryl: "I thought the bishop's food, clothing, housing and transportation were like the great nobles."

His smile is like a child of his age, pure, innocent and pleasant.

Bishop Daryl looked somber: "That is impossible.

"I don't know other churches, but at least for us, the priests have no personal savings."

Speaking of this, he paused slightly.

Bishop Daryl suddenly realized that this was not something that could be said at this time...

If Annan really inherited the position of Grand Duke, it would have little impact. His money would not have been stored in his own hands.

But he is different now.

Annan came to his neighboring country alone. If he joined the church, it means that all the money he had to be spent...

This is undoubtedly an unacceptable condition for a son of a noble duke.

It's 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 spell."

As he said that, the bald fat bishop smiled and pointed his gold teeth: "This... can be considered some change.

"In addition, since I use gold teeth, it is reasonable for me to save some spare gold teeth in the church? After all, I am somewhat of a church's storefront, so I can't meet people with my teeth, right?"

Then, can these gold teeth be used as trading currency?

Annan looked at the unpretentious fat man in surprise.

This guy...

He is a genius.

Sir Silver is too tolerant to the priests?

No, not right...

Annan soon realized the problem.

"The priests cannot hold wealth" is not necessarily used to please Silver Lord...

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

On the one hand, it is used to remind these priests that your God is staring at you; on the other hand, it is... for the people to see.

It is to let them know that "even priests must abide by the rules."

...but so.

The gods in this world do not need believers to provide the power of faith or anything else… They just need priests to uphold their core rules.

This is more like the relationship between the boss and the employee - and it is a company that lacks employees and has always been dissatisfied with people. The primary responsibility of employees is to give priority to completing their work, and then to spread corporate culture and other things...

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

However, in order to ensure that people "cooperate" with the rules of righteous God, maintaining the image and influence of the priests in the eyes of the public is another necessary part.

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

This may in turn affect people's recognition of rules in dioceses in various countries.

On the Noah Kingdom, Sir Silver chose "Smile Service". He took the soft talk route, which was a bit like "You can't stock up on this product with a kiss".

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

What rules should be there for my grandmother?

Annan thought quickly in his heart.

So he sighed softly, with a little sympathy on his face: "I am sorry... there are so many strange rules here, Sir Silver."

This kind of ambiguous words are almost never wary of when I first heard them.

And it is usually the easiest to get hidden information to lead to topics that others complain about.

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

"Strictly speaking, we are a bunch of people who do business, and even don't have church armed forces. That's the place where Winter is... there are spies like Winter Hands to help with black work, the king."

……Um?

Annan keenly extracted key information.

He then sighed without a trace, changed the subject, preventing Bishop Daryl from reacting: "It's not all...

"Sir, do you know about our Duchy of Winter?"

As he said that, Annan's expression became serious.

It looks like he is doing business.

Seeing this, Bishop Daryl's smile also calmed down.

He thought for a moment, nodded slowly and said, "I still understand... I knew it before."

"What is this before?"

"It's been a year and a half, really. The last news is until February of this year."

Bishop Daryl smashed his mouth and sighed: "Lord, your side is so chaotic this year... I dare not pass through anyway.

"I remember you are a Winter-born, right? Then you should have participated...No. Speaking of which, when did you come to the frozen water port?"

"It's been a while."

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

"No need to say too much, I understand."

The bishop shook his head: "The great master was assassinated and there were too many things involved. My words are not to provoke relationships... But Annan - I call you that way, that is, I don't want this sentence to spread."

He no longer calls Annan with respect.

The expression also became serious and solemn:

"The senior executives on Ms. Cold-blooded, must have problems. They may not be one, nor may there be many, but there must be problems.

"You are too young and may not know. Whether it is assassination, illness or accident…but when you die, the church of the Lord will definitely be notified.
To be continued...