A strange world

Chapter 1414 48. In order to save the church, the saint decided to become an idol

"Aren't you a Crusader of the Church?"

Annan thought that as a senior member of the Church of Wealth, Captain Biglit would be able to understand.

“Although the Church of Wealth focuses on wealth, it obtains it in a proper way.”

What I mean is that Annan’s methods are somewhat... shameful.

"Why do you think so?" Annan spread his hands. "I got an endorsement fee, the store manager gained sales, and the archbishop was praised for being close to the people. Isn't this killing two birds with one stone?"

"this……"

It seems that this is the right thing to do, but Captain Biglit always feels that something is wrong...

Annan waved goodbye to the nervous store manager, telling him not to worry, and came to the street, continuing: "Captain, I still remember the hymn of the Book of Fortune."

"Glorious Nar, Lord of the Golden Bond. Your scales measure justice, and your golden fire refines wisdom. Guide my transactions without fraud, and protect my purse from leaks. Let wealth flow like a river, and never fall into the quagmire of greed...right?"

Thankfully, Annan still remembered what Olmedo had taught him.

"Um."

"What then is the doctrine of the Church?"

“Wealth and circulation.”

"That's right. So dragons are not believers of the lady, because the gold coins that fall into their pockets are like a fully loaded merchant ship that sinks in the deep sea and will never reappear."

"No, the sea people are also interested in gold and silver treasures."

"Uh... I think you understand what I mean."

Annan coughed and said, "Wealth and circulation are both indispensable. I always tell my right-hand man, the loyal deputy city lord Olmedo, not to fill the treasury too full. If there is too much, we must find a way to spend it. Only the gold coins that are in circulation are called gold coins. The gold coins piled up in the treasury are just golden stones."

Captain Biglit nodded slightly in agreement.

"Then what's the difference between not using one's own advantages to create benefits and piling up golden stones in a warehouse?"

"For example, I use my wisdom to shoot magic images, and then use the money I earn from shooting magic images to manage my territory, and use my reputation to establish a savings bank. The territory and the savings bank have pushed my wealth and fame to new heights—"

Captain Biglit seemed to be thinking about something.

"Now let's get back to the matter. On the surface, the Archbishop and I are both big shots. How can we do business for a small businessman?"

"But as I said before, our reputation is there, but it won't generate a penny of profit. But if we just do a small favor for the merchant, he can sell thousands of glasses, and Free City will get a lot of tax revenue, and this will not affect the reputation of me and the lord at all."

Captain Biglit had forgotten how much he had been fooled by Annan. At first, he thought it was shameful that Annan was playing both sides.

"For example, the saint has such a beautiful appearance, but it is a pity that she only holds mass in the church. We can make her an idol of the church."

"Idol?" Captain Biglit chewed on this strange word.

"It's similar to being an actor in a stage play, but instead of acting, you sing, dance, and conquer the world with your sweet voice..."

"The church is declining, why not let the saint stand out and become an idol?"

If anyone else had said this, his determination to send him to the Inquisition would not have wavered.

But the one who said this was the Son of the Church, the Advocate of the Lady, the Master of the Free City and the Coin Bank...

Snap——

Annan stood on tiptoe and patted Captain Biglit's shoulder armor.

The muscles in Captain Biglit's shoulder armor twitched, causing him to almost reflexively swing out a hammer that was almost as heavy as Annan's.

…

"What is that?"

In the Abyss Fortress, Belludona, who was looking out from the narrow gap in the fortress, shuddered in fear.

"What's wrong with you, Belladonna?" The tall brown-skinned succubus next to her shook his fallen wings.

"I...seem a little dazzled."

"You must be too nervous. Don't worry, there's no way those stinky demons can get here."

"Um……"

Belludona answered casually.

What happened? I seemed to see Annan passing by me just now.

Has that guy's ability been improved again?

…

"Don't worry, Captain Biglit."

Annan patted Captain Biglit on the shoulder and said, "I won't make things difficult for you. I will find a chance to talk to the archbishop about this in person."

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"Um."

"What about you? Do you want to give it a try too?"

Biglit's body, which had just relaxed, tensed up again.

"Try it...?"

"Well, give it a try."

Annan's voice sounded like the devil's whisper in Captain Biglit's ears.

"As the leader of the Crusaders, what is the most important thing?"

"force."

"Besides military power, there is also prestige... As the head of the Holy Religious Legion, not many people have heard of you, which is not enough..."

…

Olmedo stood in front of the window, watching Annan and the leader of the Crusades, whom he had just met, walking down the street arm in arm, like good brothers.

She turned and went to the lounge downstairs, and soon Annan came up.

"How about it?"

"Excellent."

The leader of the Holy Legion has been convinced by him, and the next step is to deal with the archbishop and the saint, so that New World Pictures will have new business.

Annan picked up the glass of water on the table and drank it all in one gulp. After all, he had been talking all day - and then he told Olmedo the same story again.

"No wonder the old man likes you so much."

After listening, Olmedo couldn't help but say.

"Um?"

What does this have to do with our ancestors?

"Because everyone else is so cautious in front of these big shots, bored and reserved, afraid of saying the wrong thing, and you're the only one asking questions ignorantly."

"What kind of words are you talking about?"

But it seems to make some sense...

If Olmedo suddenly becomes a fool one day in the future, I will definitely like to coax her.

"So why did the Archbishop tell you the story of the Withered World?"

Olmedo was puzzled. For such a big man, every word and action had a deep meaning.

Warn Annan to be careful of the Otherworld Tree? But he also said that the Otherworld Tree can resist monsters...

"I don't know either." Annan leaned back into the sofa. "Use your intelligence, Olmedo!"

Olmedo was thinking, and Annan was thinking too.

Could it be that the Archbishop discovered that he was a visitor from another world?