Alien world

Chapter 1443 77. Ten million gold nars are given as soon as they are said

"What happened?" Annan looked at the Skeleton King.

"Bailey wants to make peace with her old friendship."

"Madeleine..." Annan could understand Bailey Knight's thoughts: "But you can't be a judge and a contestant at the same time."

"I can give up the judges, but I'm just worried that the candidates have been decided."

"Not yet."

There are 890 people who pass directly, and the rest will be selected from the waiting seats. There is no problem giving one to Bailey Knight. With her level, there is no problem for her to enter the top 1000 as a seeded player.

It could also market Bailey Knight's fateful battle with Madeline Jenkins... but Annan is too lazy to do so.

But if Bailey Knight participates, they will be missing a judge.

"Don't you have a friend who's good at opera?" Skeleton King knew a good candidate to replace Belle Knight.

"Who?"

"Your vampire friend."

Annan thought it made sense. Vampires were like elves from the evil camp—good-looking, immortal, and fond of art.

If it weren't for the falling out with the elves and the irreparable differences, he would have invited Tidel long ago.

The Scarlet Queen… sounds like she knows a lot about art.

It’s just that vampires don’t have a very good reputation…but since we’re focusing on diversity, let’s just stick with it.

Annan walked out the door and asked Abby to find Olmedo to deliver an invitation letter to the Scarlet Queen on his behalf.

At noon, the eldest sister officially finalized the list of the top 1000 contestants, including Bailey Knight, and notified them that they were on their way to Liberty City.

The only problem was that Annan was worried that Bailey Knight would perform too well and steal the limelight from the Saint.

But it doesn’t seem to matter. The Saint doesn’t need the honor of being a “champion singer”. As long as she stands on the finals stage, her goal of becoming famous will have been achieved.

There was not only one saint in the Fortune Church who made it into the top 1000, but also a little girl from the choir. Annan took the list to the embassy to tell Archbishop Tomac the good news, but he came up empty-handed.

They went with Eli Gravestone to choose a site for the church.

Annan followed the Crusaders and found them in an open space outside the city.

Archbishop Tomac chose this place as the future cathedral of the Church of Wealth - it is located in the east of Liberty City, with higher terrain, connected to the cape, and far away from the City Lord's Palace.

Although there is a Pantheon in Liberty City, we can't really cram church believers in there.

Putting aside the lack of space, Christians are not like other races. Even if there are racial conflicts, individuals can still live in peace with each other. Putting other non-believers together will only result in a fight to the death.

Annan had no objection. It was good that the Church of Wealth took the initiative to avoid the administrative district of Liberty City. This showed that Archbishop Tomac knew his concerns, but this was also where the problem lay.

"The current floating range of Free City has not yet radiated here." Annan said embarrassedly.

The location chosen by Archbishop Tomac was about five or six miles away from the City Lord's Mansion, separated by a "blank" area of ​​more than 500 meters.

If something happened, Liberty City would be quickly lifted into the air, and the believers would be dumbfounded on the ground.

Archbishop Tomac was prepared: "It's OK. The church will provide the money for the expansion."

Annan was stunned: "You mean the church paid for the construction of the church?"

The Saint said, "The Archbishop means that the expanded arcane energy core should be provided by the Church."

"Oh, ma'am..." Annan's lips trembled. "Archbishop Tomac, what is your last name?"

"McCoy is my last name."

"That sounds great. What do you think of Annan McCoy?"

"Haha, this money is not mine. It was paid by the church."

"What's the lady's last name?"

"The lady's name cannot be mentioned, but her last name is Nar." "Then my name is Annan Nar!"

With just a few words, Annan made Archbishop Tomac smile.

Who made the Archbishop save Liberty City 10 million gold nars just by opening his mouth?

Make money, not shabby.

The saint was a little envious - the archbishop was always serious when he was with her or other bishops.

"Holy Son, you are actually also qualified to use the church's property..."

Archbishop Tomac tried again.

"And what's the price?"

"Liberty City becomes the new Holy City."

"Forget it, I still like the feeling of being down to earth."

Annan would rather not have the money than have Liberty City be taken away by the church.

This is what the Archbishop admires about Annan, but it is also what makes him helpless.

He likes money and doesn't even mind selling his dignity for money. But money is not his ultimate pursuit, but a path to a goal.

On the bright side, at least the Son of God will not become a puppet of the church.

The church was not as harmonious as it seemed. Archbishops, bishops, and nobles from all over the country were tangled together like a ball of yarn.

Doubts, interests, dissent...

After all, don't forget that money is more corrosive than dragon's breath.

More than one voice advised Archbishop Tomac to control the Son of God while he was still weak.

But he was blocked by Archbishop Tomac - after all, the Archbishop was Annan's appointed "agent".

Faced with objections, he simply said, "After the action, you will block the wrath of the Warlock Protection Association?"

Many people tend to underestimate Annan. After all, how much strength can a small lord who has emerged in the past two years have even if he is powerful?

Archbishop Tomac used his actions to tell them that there is more than that. The Church of Wealth is also a solid backing for the Son of God.

Annan also guessed that Archbishop Tomac just wanted to take this opportunity to provide him with some help.

"Thank you," he said sincerely.

"You don't have to thank me. I'm just shepherding the lady's lambs." Archbishop Tomac bowed to Annan.

Annan returned the greeting, raised his head, and looked with emotion at the archbishop whose face was covered with age spots.

Archbishop Tomac was a pure believer.

If it were someone with a little selfish desire, the Church of Wealth would not be a reinforcement but a big trouble.

After all, which person in power can tolerate a person of equal status suddenly emerging and trying to seize power from him?
Such a good guy needs to be kept alive longer. It seems that helping the archbishop to extend his life should be put on the agenda.

Annan went back, and before leaving, he told Eli Gravestone not to go back for a few days, and to follow the archbishop and his party to design the church plan.

"Your Excellency the Archbishop, why are you suddenly so radical?"

After Annan left, the saint asked softly.

As the person closest to the Archbishop, there are some things that only she knows... For example, the Archbishop has been helping Annan little by little like a stream.

But the sudden provision of more than 10 million Kinnars in one go was obviously not in line with the Archbishop’s “arrangement”.

The spirit that Archbishop Tomac had been forcing himself to maintain suddenly weakened, making him look several years older, and the age spots on his body became more distinct.

"I'm running out of time."

(End of this chapter)