Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 369 Triss Reunited

What a stupid thing Claude did! He actually handed over control of the economy!

Several nobles who had some connection with Archbishop Claude gritted their teeth as they looked at the letter of appointment.

They knew that Claude had entrusted the new bishop with the affairs of the archbishop, but they did not expect that such power could be given away so easily!

Are mechanics really that fun?!

The atmosphere in the Hall of Order immediately fell silent, as all the nobles were stunned by Klein's bargaining chips.

If the Survival Act was like cutting flesh off these nobles, then "economic rights" would be able to cut off half of their bodies!

The ability to influence the kingdom's economy here is far beyond what is expected; none of the people here would dare to put such a stake on the table.

Even King George III couldn't do it.

"Why is Bishop John in such a hurry? Aren't we discussing this?" This time it was Earl Hall who stood up.

Besides being an earl, he was also a major banker with extremely close ties to the Solomon Empire, and he was one of the few among the highest-ranking nobles who did not participate in the discussion.

"Yes, we still need to discuss it. If you disagree with the previous suggestion, we can discuss it further and find a solution that is acceptable to both of us."

All the nobles offered their compromises.

This time, however, it was Klein who refused to compromise.

"No." Klein's tone was extremely cold and hard.

"I don't want to use my economic power, but I won't leave it unused forever."

Things that affect a country's economy are too terrifying. They will affect all the people of Rune, not just these nobles. Klein will not exercise such power, which could easily cause large-scale chaos, unless absolutely necessary.

"From now on, let's start discussing how to implement the Survival Act. I hope to see the results of its implementation within a week."

Klein glanced at the other two archbishops who had been silently watching the show, nodded slightly, and then turned and left.

He gave these nobles no chance to persuade him.

"That madman!" a count cursed through gritted teeth.

"..." All the nobles looked grim. They began to miss Archbishop Claude, who was obsessed with mechanical research and had never used "economic power" to threaten them.

"That's settled then." King George III watched Klein's departing figure, smiled slightly, and looked at the nobles whose faces were extremely grim, speaking slowly.

The waiter, who had been trying to keep a low profile, struck the golden bell with a golden hammer at this moment!

Boom!

Outside the Palace of Order, on the statue of the "Founder of the Nation," the book of law held in the statue's hand flashed with a faint light, recording the contents of this meeting.

Many nobles left with grim faces. They had prepared for this meeting for so long, but were humiliated in this way. Many nobles were holding back their anger.

The thought of the "flesh" that would soon be cut off from their bodies made them feel even worse—yes, they were powerless to resist. Once "economic power" was introduced, no one except a madman would have any other thoughts.

"I never expected things to turn out this way." Chunas Korg left with Herwin Lambis; they were in the noble procession but had only watched the spectacle.

"...He's actually on our side, but then again, he should be on our side." Herwin Lambis watched the carriage belonging to the Dream Cult gradually disappear into the distance, having already accepted this fact.

Herwin Lambis didn't need to look any further; the new bishop's attitude couldn't be clearer.

"Then our preparations will have to change as well," Chunas said, looking at Herwin Lambis.

At this moment, Herwin Lambis's eyes twitched. As if he had thought of something, his tone became somewhat uncertain, "That's not something we can decide."

"What?" Chunas was taken aback, then realized what was happening. "Damn it!"

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Meanwhile, in the carriage returning to the Dream Cult, Klein suddenly looked up outside. A gentle breeze swept by, and the carriage door opened quickly and closed silently.

Klein instinctively wanted to react, but his spirituality forcefully suppressed this impulse.

You cannot resist!

At that moment, a figure swiftly appeared inside the carriage, dressed in an elaborate black dress and wearing a sapphire ring.

Klein's pupils contracted, his body tensed, but he dared not make a move.

It was Triss! The sapphire ring on her hand hadn't been destroyed in that sacrifice; in fact, it was even more profound and terrifying than before!

"Your Excellency's spirituality is truly keen." A clear yet alluring voice entered Klein's ears, stirring his spirituality.

"Who are you!?" Klein looked at Triss, who was even more beautiful, radiant, pure, and holy than she had been a few months ago, and his expression turned serious.

He is now John Constantine, not the Klein who knew Triss.

"Your Excellency may call me Triss." Triss's exquisite features combined to create a stunning beauty, and now, with her sweet smile, she was enough to drive many men crazy.

Klein remained in a vigilant defensive stance, watching Triss without saying a word, ready to attack at any moment.

"Actually, it was Herwin Lambis who sent me here to seduce you." Triss's eyes sparkled, and every movement seemed to carry a certain provocative meaning.

She's getting more and more terrifying, and it must be closely related to that ring... Klein's vigilance is now at its highest.

"Herwin Lambis?" Klein seemed to recognize the name from Miss Justice. Was he the head of the Psycho-Alchemy Society? The "Audience" pathway? Was he the demigod who had appeared beside Triss before?

"They want me to change your mind and make a decision that is in favor of the law."

"We just didn't expect that you were even more noble and selfless than we imagined, willing to stand against the aristocracy for the sake of the poor. It's truly..."

Triss's eyes were wide with adoration.

It's fake... Klein calmly assessed the situation, while Triss on the other side also sensed something and slightly reduced her allure.

"I apologize for visiting, but I actually wanted to ask Your Excellency for a small favor." Triss looked at Klein with pleading eyes, like a wounded little animal.

"I'm looking for my lover, his name is Sherlock Moriarty, and he's also a member of your Dream Cult." A palpable sense of resentment rose on Triss's face.

Klein's breathing became inexplicably heavier. "Damn it... how come I didn't know I'd become your... person?!"

"Hmm?" Triss keenly noticed Klein's change, and a smile suddenly appeared on her face. "Do you know him?"

(End of this chapter)