Mysterious Séancer: My Doll Can Really Show Its Power

A staff member who looked exactly like the thousands of operators in the outer hall walked behind the Pope and gave a report in a completely emotionless voice.

"Your Holiness, there are currently over six thousand Dren soldiers stationed within the territory of Ideli."

"To date, we have spent a total of over 114 million euros."

"The accounts of members of the Dren Manor and ordinary citizens have been activated. Issue a mission?"

Upon hearing that it had only cost a little over 110 million euros, the heads of the major conglomerates in front of the Pope all showed expressions of disbelief.

This amount of money sounds like a lot, but it's not enough to catch their eye.

For example, the Ross family's total assets were already as high as 50 trillion US dollars twenty years ago.

It will be slightly less when converted to Euros, but the difference isn't significant.

Twenty years later, this number is impossible to count.

The others present may not be as wealthy as the Ross family, but the total assets of each of their families are still calculated in the trillions.

Well, as for why the common currency in the StarCraft is called the "US dollar," that remains a mystery.

The bald, elderly Western man with a hooked nose laughed heartily and embraced the Pope. "Hahaha!"

"Paul, I told you! This money is useless in the hands of people like us!"

"In your hands, you can reach the heavens!"

"Alien technology, academy array diagrams, and what else was it again? Oh right! Spirit Gate techniques! Paul, you managed to combine all these things to create something called a system, Wreigud!"

"Alright, you continue commanding! Now that your crisis is resolved, shouldn't we resolve ours?!"

The bald, hook-nosed man who was laughing just a moment ago suddenly changed to an extremely sinister expression, as if he hadn't been laughing just moments before. He whispered in the Pope's ear, "Paul, my Your Majesty, do you know that I haven't been able to get a good night's sleep for many days..."

"You have no idea how we've been getting through these days. We've been living in constant fear, unable to sleep without our medication, and we haven't even dared to look at the sun outside..."

"Paul, I'm begging you, kill that kid and let us people live normal lives, okay?"

I'm begging you, please.

Grabbing the collar of the pope's robes, the bald, hook-nosed man choked out, "If you need me to kowtow to you, just say the word, and I really will. I'll get all the elders and juniors of the Ross family to come and kowtow to you! Is that alright?"

The Pope gently removed the hook-nosed man's hand with his own wrinkled fingers. "Mr. Director," he said, "perhaps it is precisely because of the pain that that person was willing to let you live?"

The man with the hooked nose's expression changed repeatedly.

The Pope bowed slightly to him, then turned to the staff behind him and said, "There's no need to issue any more missions. Dren is no longer a threat to us, and Britain is even less of a threat. They wouldn't dare to pose a threat to us."

"In fact, given the example of those six thousand Dren armored soldiers, no official residence in the world dares to oppose us now."

At this moment, a person from an Eastern conglomerate asked doubtfully, "But you can only open accounts with Western Swiss Bank. The European side has close ties with the Western Swiss government. If it's the Eastern side, this trick probably won't work."

The Pope smiled slightly at the man. "I'm sorry, sir, I have other matters to attend to. The gentlemen around you can certainly answer your questions."

After speaking, the Pope walked away slowly.

The Easterner looked at the others around him with a puzzled expression, but no one paid him any attention.

The man seemed to realize something himself, and a look of panic appeared in his eyes.

A slightly mocking voice sounded beside him: "It seems your family isn't very confident in our group's operations?"

The man with the hooked nose, who had just performed a series of "face-changing" acts in front of the Pope, held a cigar in one hand and a glass of red wine in the other, looking at the Asian man with a sly expression.

The man from the East calmly smiled and said, "Mr. Ross, I don't understand what you mean?"

The latter stared at the Asian man, exhaling several smoke rings before finally saying, "Kid, everyone here can tell you're an imposter. The person you're impersonating wouldn't dare come here."

The Easterner immediately retorted angrily, "How is that possible! Our family bank has already completed the connection with West Rui Bank, and the first batch of funds has all arrived—"

The man with the hooked nose waved his hand, interrupting the Asian man: "That's exactly why you weren't kicked out. Although the family you represent didn't dare to come over, the money has come, and that's more than enough."

"As for your identity, whether it's real or fake, once the money is there, it doesn't matter. Oh, your question earlier..."

He chuckled, took a few more puffs of his cigar, and said, "Kid, let me tell you, as long as His Holiness the Pope actually opens the account and transfers the money, and the message gets through, this is a done deal."

"As for your concern about whether certain places in the East have any connection with Xirui Bank, humph, don't worry, when that time comes, there will be a connection."

"After all, in the West, capital can triumph over the people, but over there, especially in Xia Country—hey, what are you trembling about?"

The Asian man chuckled awkwardly, "The air conditioning is a bit cold, you...you said so!"

Setting down his cigar, the man with the hooked nose continued, "In the history of Xia Kingdom, without exception, all the government offices that exploited the interests of the common people have fallen from power."

"And the current Xia State official residence has a very deep understanding of this matter."

"Because they built their empire based on this very understanding."

"so......"

The man from the East trembled even more violently. "So, so? Mr. Ross, so what?"

The man with the hooked nose chuckled and said, "So I guess at this moment, the Xia Kingdom's official residence must be desperately hoping that person can finish this quickly, rather than dragging it out any longer."

......

Tianluo Island, hotel.

Inside the command center.

The intelligence regarding the war between Dren and the Papacy has been presented in detail to Rowent, Liang Yan, and Grant.

At this moment, the three men looked increasingly grim.

Especially Liang Yan.

Her face was deathly pale and covered in sweat.

These three people, like the tycoons hiding in the Vatican Cathedral, understood just how formidable the Pope's methods were.

Because, like those people, the three of them had witnessed enough of human nature and experienced enough of its dark side.

While the other two were still stunned, Liang Yan took a deep breath and strode away from the temporary command center.

She took the elevator and went straight to the top floor of the hotel.

This time, the elevator doors opened.

As soon as Liang Yan stepped out of the elevator, she ran into Chao Gexue.

She said anxiously, "Little fox! Things have changed! Let... let that person kill whoever they want just do it! Don't drag this out any longer, okay?"

"No matter who he wants to kill, how many he wants to kill, or how he wants to kill them, the Xia Kingdom's official residence will fully support him!"

"We just can't let this drag on any longer!"

"If this drags on any longer, something terrible will happen!"

......