A strange world

Chapter 1418 52. Annan's Spokesperson

Peterson, the celebrity of Cotton Street, the envy of everyone.

Who wouldn’t envy a guy who was a prisoner yesterday and was scared to death by the jailer, but suddenly became Lord Annan’s aide?

This guy has nothing to do on weekdays. He either wanders around the streets or goes to prison. He even brazenly says that prisons are full of talented people.

The people on Cotton Street were indignant. Even someone like Peterson could be valued by Lord Annan...so why couldn't they?

So much so that when the official in charge of Cotton Street asked Peterson how he did it, Peterson smiled confidently: By making people jealous.

When Annan found Peterson, he was in prison with the men Annan had just found for him.

"Lord Annan, please listen to my explanation..."

"I understand that there are indeed a lot of talented people in prison."

Peterson seemed to be struck by something. He stood there with tears in his eyes.

Finally, there is someone who understands me, and it is Lord Annan...

"But let's put the talent selection aside for now. I have something else to talk to you about." Annan told him about his plan to expand the staff and handle the official affairs of the Fortune Church.

Peterson immediately put away his emotion and said, "Lord Annan, can I not do it?"

"no."

Peterson hugged Annan's thighs, just like Annan twenty minutes ago: "Lord Annan, I am just a street thug. You asked me to come up with bad ideas to sneak a girl into your bed. I am good at it, but you asked me to enter your house to do this kind of work..."

"I trust you."

Peterson cried, as if Annan was going to send him to the gallows again: "This is not a matter of belief or not. No matter how many times a mouse gives birth, it will never give birth to a dragon..."

Peterson is self-aware, which is his greatest strength.

Annan also felt a little embarrassed for his staff.

But he was a lord, and he had the right to forgive himself and blame others: "Then go to school and study hard, and grow up until the day you give birth to a dragon."

"Yes, Lord!"

"Lord Annan, I have an idea..."

At this time, the inconspicuous vendor selling spears and shields nearby said, "It was Master Peterson who inspired me just now..."

"Stop flattering me and speak quickly," Annan urged.

The vendor smiled sheepishly and said, "You are troubled about choosing someone to handle church affairs, so why not choose from the church."

"From the church?"

"But it's not impossible to prevent Liberty City and the Church from getting too close..."

"No, sir, no matter who you choose, the church will no longer trust the person you choose, and the person you choose will cut off contact with the church in order to show loyalty..."

"Hiss..." Peterson took a breath.

"You are so cruel, Billy."

Annan then realized that the vendor's name was Billy. He stroked his chin and thought it was a good idea.

If we talk about who knows the church best, it must be the people in the church. This will also help Annan build his own team...

"Billy, you go to school with Peterson."

Although forming a staff was just a casual act, this "bad idea" that he could never think of while sitting in the office made Annan firm in his mind.

Three stinky goblins are better than Olmedo!

…

At the embassy, ​​Annan sat in the lobby on the first floor, watching the saint leave.

Captain Biglit was standing at the door. As the first believer to stand on Annan's side, Annan accidentally established a good relationship with him.

Not long after, the saint came to the hall with Archbishop Tomac.

He dismissed everyone else, including the Saint and the Commander of the Holy Legion.

"It seems you have guessed my intention."

Archbishop Tomac nodded and said, "Holy Son, the church will assist you in making Liberty City a city of wealth."

"But I refuse." Annan shook his head, "I don't want Liberty City to become a puppet of the church."

Archbishop Tomac was slightly surprised: "Liberty City belongs only to you."

"But does it belong to Lord Annan, or to the Son Annan?"

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Annan calmly looked into Archbishop Tomac's cloudy eyes behind his glasses.

"Archbishop Tomac, let's be frank... I envision the relationship between Liberty City and the Church being that I will not control the Church, and the Church will not think of controlling Liberty City. Instead, they will be free to develop and live in my territory. As long as they do not violate the laws of Liberty City, I will not interfere.

Annan showed enough frankness. Archbishop Tomac pondered for a long time and laughed: "This is an opportunity that many people can only encounter but cannot ask for. Holy Son, do you really not want it?"

"I know very well that power and responsibility are bound together. If I were an ambitious person, I would definitely rush to the top without caring about anything else. I can't do that... I can't let down those who believe in me."

Looking at the sincere Annan, Archbishop Tomac sighed softly: "I guess this is why the lady chose you..."

In fact, Annan had never even met the lady.

Speaking of the Son of God, it is more convincing to say that Annan is the Spider Queen or the Son of Cat and Midnight Lady.

"But Holy Son, you must know that there are some responsibilities that you must bear and you cannot avoid them."

"If the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up, so I plan to find someone else to exercise the power of the Son of God on my behalf."

Archbishop Tomac lowered his eyes: "Who?"

"you."

"I?"

Archbishop Tomac was surprised.

Annan said as a matter of course: "Who else can command the church and convince the believers except you?"

Billy did come up with a good idea that would allow Annan to split the church and even make it his own private property...but Annan didn't intend to do that.

This was the reason why Archbishop Tomac was surprised. In his opinion, Annan really had the ability to split the entire church and even devour it...but he didn't do that.

Kindness and innocence should not belong to a lord. Mutual exploitation and taking advantage of others are the rules of this world... But he only saw clarity in Annan's eyes.

"Well, since it's the Holy Son who invited me, I won't let you down."

After a long moment, Archbishop Tomac smiled bitterly: "Just pity my old bones. I thought I could finally take a break."

Annan breathed a sigh of relief and joked, "At worst, I can go to the elves and steal some Moon Well water to help you prolong your life. We are irreconcilable anyway."

"Then I'll wait for your good news."

Annan and the Archbishop smiled at each other.

"By the way, can you help call the Saint?"