Alien world

Chapter 1444 Chapter 78. Then gave another five million
"archbishop……"

Archbishop Tomac raised his hand slightly: "Listen to me, Leia... and you, Erebus."

The saint stopped talking, and a cold snort from a third person, whom Annan had not noticed before, was heard in the air next to the wheelchair.

"Initially, my idea was to bring Annan Reeves under control when we got to Liberty City, no matter what kind of person he was..."

"The Son of God must not be an outsider."

Archbishop Tomac spoke in short bursts, emphasizing every word and pausing after every short sentence.

The Saint and the invisible Erebus remained silent, for they knew this.

"After meeting Colette and Reiner, I changed my mind. If Annan Reeves is a good lord as they say, we can absorb him."

"After coming to Liberty City and meeting Annan Reeves, I changed my mind again..."

"The lady asked me to take care of the church, and I cannot fail her. But if the Son of God is not qualified, I must stop him even if I disobey his orders..."

Archbishop Tomac had spoken so much that he had difficulty breathing and began to gasp for air.

"Stop him... let the church collapse, go down..."

The saint couldn't bear it, so she put her hands on the archbishop's shoulders and used her light golden magic to smooth out the wrinkles on the archbishop's face.

"Stop wasting your divine power..."

Archbishop Tomac motioned for her to stop, and his condition improved. He continued, "Fortunately, the Son of God is different..."

“He is a child full of passion, creativity, and dreams. He may not be a qualified son of God, but he will be a qualified leader.”

"archbishop……"

The saint was uneasy about Archbishop Tomac's behavior, which was like leaving his last words.

"Don't worry, after I leave, he will quickly grow into your new backer..."

"As long as you and Biglit stand firmly beside the Son of God, even if the traitors in the East split the Church, you will be able to eliminate the traitors one day and restore glory."

"Why don't you tell the Son?" asked the Saint.

"It's no use, Leia."

Archbishop Tomac saw it clearly. Annan had no ill will and was willing to trust him, but he always had a distant feeling.

This is not an act of malice, but a natural behavior of humans in front of a huge dragon.

Even if the human is not afraid of the dragon, if it turns over or sneezes, the human will always worry about whether it will affect him.

If you tell the truth now, the kid will just try to get rid of the burden.

Fortunately, Archbishop Tomac found Annan’s weakness - he valued emotions.

As long as the relationship between the church, him, and Liberty City deepens, even if one day news comes that a traitor has split the church, Annan, bound by emotions, will not be able to sit idly by.

He looked into the air again: "Erebus, this city has the scent of the Spider Queen..."

"You must protect the Son of God and keep him away from the clutches of the dark elves."

After a long time, a voice sounded in the void: "Old Thomas, this is not like you."

"But what if they are coming?" Age spots appeared again on Archbishop Tomac's face, making him look even more decadent.

"Who are they?"

"The culprit of the withered world?"

Two voices sounded at the same time, one was full of confusion, and the other... was full of anxiety.

"Yes... I can feel their remaining power on that fragment."

Erebus no longer spoke in a cold and arrogant tone, and asked anxiously, "Shouldn't they be advancing step by step? How come they are suddenly approaching Allen's world!?"

Archbishop Tomac lowered his head slightly: "I don't know, maybe it was just an accidental infection, or maybe the lady was just doing research. I hope I'm overthinking it, but we must be prepared."

"You're not lying to me?"

"Just so you can look after Annan Reeves?"

Erebus was silent for a moment. "Have you told the Holy Temple and Wilhelm?"

"They already know."

"...I understand. I will take good care of him for you after you die."

"That's good, that's good..." Archbishop Tomac's voice became lower and lower, and his head gradually drooped.

A faint outline appeared in the empty space where Erebus was standing.

The Saint also called out in sorrow: "Your Excellency the Archbishop..."

"what's up?"

Unexpectedly, Archbishop Tomac raised his head again and pushed back his glasses that had slipped down his nose.

The saint covered her mouth with tears in her eyes: "You didn't..."

"It's not that fast. I just talked too much and I'm a little tired."

"Oh...I'm going to practice singing."

……

On the third floor of the Mage Tower, Skeleton King and Mr. Svarro, who were looking from afar, withdrew their gazes.

"It seems that the Church of Fortune has given up control of Liberty City."

"Without the gods, they don't even have this much courage." Swarovski sneered.

The Skeleton King glanced sideways: "What about you? You say you hate Annan, but you stay in school until the evening every day."

"Hmph... I'm only doing this for the kids."

"anything else?"

“It’s chaos out there and I don’t want to be part of it.”

Swarovski had to admit that in those turbulent years, the seemingly inconspicuous Liberty City had become the safest place, far away from dirty politics and darkness.

If it were somewhere else, he would either be recruited by lords and nobles to work for them, or be seen as a competitor for the Mage Tower and have no peace.

He saw Annan jumping around on the street and showed disgust.

"I'm going to prepare for class."

……

Annan returned to the city with greetings along the way.

Standing on the street, he looked back at where he had just stood. Archbishop Tomac and his entourage were only the size of a fingernail.

Although it was "only" widened outward by five or six hundred meters, the area almost doubled.

Although Annan was happy about suddenly getting something that was not earned through hard work, he also felt a sense of unease and emptiness.

No wonder the God has disappeared for almost five years, but the Church of Wealth is still as big as ever, it is really rich...

Annan realized how short-sighted he was. How could the money he earned in a few years compare to the hundreds or thousands of years of accumulation of the church...

No wonder the church likes to launch holy wars so much. Historically, the winners of wars always make a lot of money.

That night, Annan went to the embassy again to find the archbishop.

What's not earned through hard work is not reliable, bullshit! It feels great to get something for nothing!

"Archbishop Tomac, is the church interested in the naming rights?" Annan rubbed his hands embarrassedly.

“What are naming rights?”

"Even after the competition starts, the host will say that this competition is sponsored by the Fortune Church."

Archbishop Tomac paused for a moment and said, "That sounds interesting. How about one million?"

"What!?"

Annan, who only wanted a few tens of thousands of kinnars, raised his voice.

"Is it too little? I think so too. Three million, maybe."

"Three million is too..."

Could it be that the Church of Wealth has a habit of calculating with silver coins? Three million is thirty thousand kinaers, which is also what was expected.

"Then let's make it a flat price of five million gold nars." Archbishop Tomac waved his hand and said, "Annan, you are such a good negotiator. Stop bargaining."

What else could Annan say?

(End of this chapter)