On Friday Mass, a large number of believers gathered in the church. Bishop Fowler, dressed in a white bishop's robe, stood on the pulpit, looked at the devout believers in the audience with a smile, and began to pray for the day.
"He said that life should have a trajectory, so human beings have a destiny..."
"He said that life should have value, so humans have wealth..."
"He said that life should have an end and be reborn after the end, so destiny has an end..."
The believers closed their eyes and listened silently to the content of the teachings. They had already memorized them, but they had different insights every time they listened.
Especially in churches, under the towering statues of gods, piety has a home and faith can be sublimated.
The mass lasted from noon to evening. This was actually a physical job. Bishop Fowler's voice became hoarse when he spoke. He had to sit on a chair to explain in the second half. He is old, and even if he is not sick, his energy is not as good as before.
Already.
"I'm old...I'm really old..."
Just when Bishop Fowler was lamenting that he was young and no longer young, a black-clothed divine servant hurriedly walked into the room and whispered in his ear: "Bishop, Senator Donnell wants to see you."
"Donal..."
Bishop Fowler said 'hmm': "Take him to the secret room, Ernest."
"As commanded."
The black-clad divine servant was Ernest, who followed Father Sartuk in New Ross City. After Father Sartuk was killed in the bombing, Bishop Fowler, who thought Ernest was quite astute and a malleable talent, took him under his wing.
When I returned to London this time, Ernest also came with me.
After a while, Ernest led Senator Donnell to the secret room. There were no windows in the room, and it was a narrow and dark room. The dim light illuminated Bishop Fowler's pale face.
"Bishop Fowler..."
Councilor Donnell took off his hat. In half a month, his hair became much grayer, and his appearance became older and sadder than before.
"Congressman Donnell, sit down." Bishop Fowler pointed to the bench next to him and said: "You should understand that the Pope does not like to see clergy and government officials mixing together. Everyone belongs to two systems. This should not be the case.
Peacemaking and communication.”
"Yes, yes, I know, but I really have no choice..."
Councilor Donnell sat down, clutching his fedora. Today he was dressed simply and wore a scarf, just because he didn't want others to discover his identity.
"Bishop Fowler, Nicholas's approval rating has now surpassed mine, reaching 64%! And I..."
Councilor Donnell smiled bitterly: "The support rate is only less than 30%..."
Half a month ago, Councilor Donnell was still a popular figure in the general election. However, the situation has changed dramatically in the past half month. Ma Wei rose against the trend. Starting from planting magic potion in the small town of Beaconsfield, his support rate soared, and he was not beaten at all.
No power to resist.
After hearing that Donal was indeed here for the election, Bishop Fowler already had the intention of expelling the guest, but for the sake of the eldest prince, he still expressed relief and said: "Nicholas von Manstein
There are many forces behind him, so it is normal that you are not his opponent."
"I can only ask for your help!"
Councilor Donnell begged: "Bishop Fowler, only you can save me now! If you are willing to call on believers to support me, then I still have a chance to overtake you!"
"Congressman Donnell, it's not that I don't want to help, but Nicholas' identity is too important. He is the potion dealer of the church! His status is second only to the archbishop! Do you know what this means?"
"Knowing that...as long as he wants, he can join the College of Cardinals at any time and participate in the high-level decision-making of the church..."
"That's right! The College of Cardinals! Although Nicholas is only observing now, he already has the right to express opinions!" Bishop Fowler said emotionally: "How old is he this year? Less than 30! A cardinal who is less than 30 years old!
Throughout the entire history of the Church of Destiny, there are only 5!"
There is one more thing Bishop Fowler did not say.
Counting Mavey, there are five cardinals under the age of 30, two of whom have become popes and two of whom have become archbishops.
As the 5th...
Bishop Fowler did not dare to think further.
This is basically the successor of Archbishop Brandon, okay?!
Fighting against this kind of person...
Definitely unwise!
"But Bishop Fowler, you just said that the Pope doesn't like to see clergy and government officials mixing together. Nicholas violated the rules!"
"First of all, strictly speaking, Nicholas von Manstein is not a clergyman. He just joined the church, but his identity is no different from that of a believer. He is not bound by the rules of the church. This is why he is currently just observing and not officially
Reasons to Become a Cardinal.”
Bishop Fowler sneered: "Secondly, people are different. Ordinary cardinals can't do it because of the rules of the church. That's not necessarily the case for Nicholas. He now single-handedly controls the potion business and is in a prosperous position. The Pope will be here
Are you going to punish him?"
Councilor Donnell was silent.
He lowered his head in despair, staring at the candle in front of him in a daze.
Bishop Fowler refused to help him, and the election was about to end, and even the last hope was lost...
If he cannot win the seat of parliament, he will become the abandoned son of the eldest prince...
Is there anything more terrifying than this?
"You go back, Senator Donnell." Bishop Fowler issued the eviction order: "Accept the reality, some people are born different from us. This is fate, you have to accept it."
Councilor Donnell stood up in confusion, walked out of the secret room with his two unruly legs.
Bishop Fowler was not in a hurry and sat quietly in the secret room waiting for Senator Donnell to leave the church. If Ernest had not run in with a letter...
"Bishop, a personal letter from the Archbishop of Cambury!"
"Um?"
Bishop Fowler raised his eyebrows, reached out to take the letter from Ernest, took out the letter paper, and looked at it intently...
"Go get Senator Donnell back."
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Ernest turned around and ran out of the door, called to Senator Donnell who was about to leave the church, and pulled him back to the secret room.
"Congressman Donnell, have you figured it out?"
"Think it through?" Councilor Donnell, who was confused and didn't know what happened, asked in confusion: "What do you mean?"
"Just now, I was just testing you."
Bishop Fowler smiled calmly and said: "Obviously, you already understand the consequences of losing the election, and you will definitely do your best next, right?"
"..."
"You said you are at the end of your rope, but I don't think so. At least I will do my best to help you."
"Bishop Fowler, you...that's not what you just said..."
"It was just now, forget it."
"Then are you really willing to help me?"
"Absolutely true."
Councilor Donnell's eyes lit up little by little. He saw hope again and said excitedly: "With your help, I will definitely defeat Nicholas!"
Bishop Fowler smiled and nodded, allowing Ernest to send Senator Donnell off.
When Ernest came back, he found that Bishop Fowler's face was as dark as water and his eyes were frighteningly cold.
"Bishop, are you feeling unwell?"
"This is nonsense!"
Bishop Fowler slammed the table, and the candle fell down and went out. The secret room fell into darkness for an instant, with only the light coming from outside the door: "Does the Archbishop of Cambury know what the situation is now? How dare he support Donnell at this juncture?"
MP!"
Ernest lit the candles again and closed the door to the secret room, so that no one could hear Bishop Fowler's angry words: "Did the Archbishop ask you to help Senator Donnell?"
"This is the order he gave me." Bishop Fowler carefully folded the letter and put it in his arms, intending to keep it properly: "In the current Church of Destiny, he is the only one who will oppose Nicholas von Manstein.
Got it!"
The Archbishop of Cambury has been targeting Mavey since he ran for the Potion Dealer. The reason is very simple. Mavey is the person chosen by Archbishop Brandon. If Mavey gets the supreme status, the Archbishop of Cambury will
There is absolutely no hope of promotion to the Pope.
Only by slandering Marvey and making him irrecoverable can Archbishop Brandon be disqualified from competing for the position of pope in the most peaceful way possible.
As for how long Umbry I can sit in this position... it is not a question that the Archbishop of Cambury needs to consider at the moment.
Wasn’t the last pope assassinated?
The key is who is qualified to succeed the pope after his death.
If the Archbishop of Cambury wants to compete, he has to play tricks on Mavey. If he leaves Mavey alone and allows him to grow and gain a foothold in the church and London, even government officials and the king will defect to him.
Then the situation is really bad.
Preventing Ma Wei from entering the Congress is preventing the second prince and stabilizing government officials, which is very important.
But in the eyes of Bishop Fowler, it is not his turn to be the next pope. Although the matters considered by the Archbishop of Cambury are related to him, he will never take the risk of being punished!
Councilor Donnell wants to ask him for help, but Bishop Fowler will definitely refuse!
However...
In the letter from the Archbishop of Cambury, he asked Bishop Fowler to assist Councilor Donnell at all costs.
At any cost...it's ridiculous.
At whose expense is it sacrificed?
Not Bishop Fowler’s own!
The Archbishop of Camberley wrote a letter and shouted slogans to set up his own future?
Why!
Bishop Fowler put away the letter and prepared to use it as 'evidence' when necessary, either to threaten the Archbishop of Cambury or to exonerate himself!
But then again, the Archbishop of Cambury is his immediate boss. This time he returns to London, it is the Archbishop of Cambury's operation. If he doesn't obey the order, he will probably have to go back to the countryside in New Ross City to eat there the next day.
Ash...
Now that you have climbed up, there is no way you can go back!
Bishop Fowler has made up his mind. Now he has only one way to help Councilor Donnell. If he can win the election, everyone will be happy. If he can't win...
This letter comes in handy.
The Archbishop of Cambury is not a fool. He knows that he does not need to write a letter to confirm the truth, but if he does not write a letter and only delivers a verbal message, Bishop Fowler will most likely not obey his order.
Of course there is no problem in transferring Bishop Fowler out of London, but the general election is about to end. If Bishop Fowler is transferred out, who will succeed him?
Will his successor have the same appeal as Bishop Fowler?
Considering these factors, only giving Bishop Fowler a reassurance can make him obedient.
The reassurance is this handwritten letter.
"Bishop, the general election will end at 5 o'clock in the evening next Wednesday, and the last mass before that has been completed today. How can we mobilize the believers?" Ernest asked.
Mass days are fixed and cannot be held at will, let alone the trick of "sit on your knees overnight to get divine revelation"...
Why?
Because there is a God.
"Ernest, if you want to send a message to the believers, say that on Sunday morning, Bishop Fowler is willing to baptize children under the age of 16 for free at Destiny Church to keep them away from diseases."
"What a brilliant idea!"
Ernest immediately understood what Bishop Fowler meant: "Most of our believers are families with children. Who doesn't want their children to grow up healthily? If we call them in the name of baptism, we will definitely attract a lot of people!"
"
"The church is like a business. We have to understand who our audience is and take appropriate measures to achieve better results... Just do it."
"yes!"
the other side...
Nightingale Club.
"Benjamin, under our operation, your support rate in Bromley District has reached 71%. The other two candidates are completely unable to compete with you. It is already a certainty that you will become a member of the House of Commons."
The eldest prince raised his glass to Ma Wei, who was sitting opposite, and said with a smile: "Congratulations."
"Without your help, eldest prince, how could I have achieved what I have achieved today?"
Ma Wei raised his glass and responded: "I really don't know how to repay you."
"You just need to win over the northern MPs to support me." The eldest prince smiled: "I will train you to become the leader of the northern party. You don't need to thank me. This is what you deserve."
In the past half month, most of Mavey's attention has been focused on the election in Lambeth District, while the election of Russell Benjamin in Blomley District was handed over to Gawain. He did a good job and was conservative.
With the help of the party, it is not difficult to become a member of the parliament.
Bromley has not yet been incorporated into London and is currently a suburban town. However, Bromley is included in the Greater London Autonomous Region plan. It will not be long before Bromley will become an autonomous region of London.
The Grand Prince asked Russell Benjamin to run for the Bromley District Councilor in order to avoid the sharp edge of the Liberal Party and strive to win the seat in the most secure manner.
Of course, the eldest prince’s help was not in vain. He elected Russell Benjamin to gain the support of the northern parties, as well as Arthur, who represents the West Island MP...
This is a big game. Once successful, the Conservative Party will crush the Liberal Party. So what if Nicholas von Manstein becomes a member of Parliament?
The majority of votes are still in the hands of the Conservative Party!
In the eyes of the eldest prince, Donnel was already an abandoned chess piece.
"As one of the most promising new stars in London, Benjamin, I would like to meet the family that cultivated such outstanding talents as you. I think they must be a polite and gentlemanly family. Of course...if I can invite a few
Familiar congressman friends, that would be even better."