Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 368 Economic Power

No, not good, not enough... Klein used only three words to negate all three possibilities discussed by the nobles.

With the help of sound magic, every nobleman here understood Klein's reply and attitude.

Klein had other ways to stop their discussion, but he chose this almost humiliating method.

This immediately caused all the noblemen's faces to darken.

Even the "Singer of God" and Saint Anthony, who were beside Klein, were shocked and stared at Klein in astonishment.

Klein, however, remained calm as he faced the group of nobles who held the greatest power in the kingdom, showing no intention of backing down.

"The scene of you jumping around just now reminded me of the daily gatherings of curly-haired baboons in the zoo—imitating humans, absurd and boring, utterly stupid. I just couldn't help but stand up," Klein said again.

"I knew long ago that people liked to call some politicians 'curly-haired baboons,' but I didn't quite understand it before. Now I just want to applaud how brilliant it is."

This time his words were even more biting and sarcastic, directly mocking and challenging the group.

"You!" Many noble lords could no longer hold back, glaring angrily, while some nobles' eyes flashed with a kind of cold glint.

When have they ever suffered such humiliation?!

"I wonder what insightful opinion Bishop John has?" Prime Minister Agusid Negan did not lose his composure despite Klein's biting sarcasm. He looked at Klein calmly and asked.

"On behalf of the Dream Cult, I reject all your suggestions." Klein's expression turned serious, and he put away the arrogance and overbearing attitude he had been deliberately displaying.

He straightened his robes, which had become slightly wrinkled from sitting down, and offered his suggestion on behalf of the Dream Sect.

"The Survival Act was formulated and signed under the guidance of my Dream Cult, so my Dream Cult must be responsible for its implementation."

"No one may obstruct its implementation in any way."

"This is my stance, and it is also the stance of the Dream Cult."

This attitude was ruthless, directly extinguishing any thoughts of the nobility and prioritizing the implementation of the Survival Act.

This action also pushed all the nobles to the opposite side of the Dream Cult.

Even the Prime Minister's political composure couldn't withstand it, and he became so angry at Klein's words that he started breathing heavily.

Who plays like this? This is outrageous!

Not only did the prime minister look extremely grim, but the other nobles also looked as if they had swallowed a fly.

Klein didn't really know how to persuade this group of nobles with words, so he chose the simplest way.

"The original Survival Act was agreed upon by several churches, the Augustus family, and various noble families. It was already quite comprehensive. I suggest that from now on, instead of proceeding step by step, it should be implemented in its entirety."

"Who's in favor? Who's opposed?"

With his hands behind his back, Klein exuded a mysterious and unpredictable aura that he had cultivated in the gray fog, making him even more conspicuous than King George III.

"I object!" Duke Negan raised his hand first, leading a group of Conservative nobles to glare angrily at Klein.

Klein suddenly realized that it might have been better if Bishop Truman hadn't saved him. He had drawn his gun too quickly and blown the "Apostle of Desire" to pieces.

By the way, who wanted to kill him? Was it the "Sunset Otaku Group" that Rosell used to be a member of? The Tide of Fate? What does Duke Negan have to do with the Tide of Fate?

Klein looked at Duke Negan, and suddenly a flash of inspiration struck him, as if he had thought of something.

There was no time for deliberation at this point, and the Prime Minister expressed his opposition!

"I also object!" This was the nobleman who had proposed to "take a half step back." He probably felt that taking a half step back was already a huge price to pay, but now that he had not achieved his goal, he was furious.

"What do you have to object with? A brain comparable to a curly-haired baboon?" Klein noted down that fleeting thought, intending to confirm it later, while his mouth was already unconsciously making a sarcastic remark.

"Is he from the Church of the 'True Creator'? He speaks so sweetly!" Both "Singer of God" and Saint Anthony couldn't hold back any longer and started daydreaming.

The Church of the True Creator has some of the most eloquent people in the world, a fact widely acknowledged by many churches.

"Who knows?" Saint Anthony chuckled, watching Klein's performance.

"You!" Everyone wanted nothing more than to tear Klein's mouth apart.

"Speak properly." Klein tapped the table again, his voice magic quelling the nobles' restlessness.

This time, however, sound magic was clearly not as effective as before, since many of these nobles were extraordinary individuals with high ranks.

"Ding!" Klein took out a Dream Coin from his pocket and tossed it onto the table.

The gold coin landed on the table with a crisp sound; this is the power of money.

"Tell me, what makes you oppose me?" When Klein tossed out the gold coin, the faces of all the nobles trembled slightly.

"Even Claude wouldn't dare threaten us with that," Duke Negan said coldly. "I don't believe you can use your economic power."

Oh, theoretically, the Archbishop of the Dream Cult is still Claude, who is still researching mechanics. Klein is just acting as the Archbishop.

"That's right, then let's add another appointment letter." Klein reached into his robes again and took out a transfer order.

Klein wasn't going to sit there and wait idly for three days; that wouldn't be in line with his "magician" habits.

He had contacted the Dream Cult headquarters long ago through the internal communication channels of the Dream Cult, and explained in detail the difficulties he was encountering.

Therefore, headquarters directly sent over an appointment letter, from now on, as long as Archbishop Claude is not present, John Constantine can use all the Archbishop's powers.

The archbishop of the Dream Cult possesses a very important privilege that could even shake a nation's economy.

That is the "economic rights" granted by the Dream Duke's Castle.

All the gold coins originated from the Dream Castle in the capital of the Solomon Empire. For more than two thousand years since the establishment of the Solomon Empire, the economic power of the empire has always belonged to the Dream Castle.

Well, to put it this way, after Klein obtained the archbishop's economic power, he could influence all economic activities between the Solomon Empire and the Kingdom of Rune from the perspective of the Solomon Empire.

This was an incredibly powerful authority, so powerful that Klein was stunned when he received the appointment letter. It was unbelievable that something so important had fallen into his hands.

Even more unbelievable is that Archbishop Claude, who wielded such great power, simply ran away.

"So, do you have anything else to say?" Klein calmly looked at the incredulous nobles and asked again.

(End of this chapter)