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Chapter 1506 Chapter 140. The Richest Man in Liberty City

Entering a meditative state, Annan could easily sense a bit of divinity floating on the vortex of magic.

Annan had explored this golden halo before, but it was like the sun, visible but not touchable, let alone approachable.

"Feel the divinity like a whirlpool of magic..."

Annan calmed down and observed the divinity like a child who enjoys watching the sun.

For several minutes, dozens of minutes, there was no change in the divinity.

It would be nice if someone could teach me step by step.

In this era, except for those demigods, evil gods and legends who killed gods, no one knew how to use divinity, and Annan happened to know none of them.

It seems that Lord Raymond was really miserable. He instinctively stood with the above-mentioned bigwigs, but ended up provoking Annan and lost both his wife and his army.

Ok?
Annan noticed that the divinity suddenly trembled.

Did something happen just now, or did those few beings that I thought of trigger it?
Demi god?

Raymond?
Divine evil?

Finally, Annan discovered that when he observed the divinity with his peripheral vision, it would become more active, but when he observed it with a focused and calm mind, it would become quiet.

Does divinity have self-awareness, or is one's "gaze" actually a form of control?
The divinity stopped moving again. Annan had no experience, so he had to use a stupid method - to see who would collapse first.

It is said that some young chess players, when competing with some well-known chess players with a long history, will use their advantages of youth and good health to prolong the game time, making the older and more famous chess players tired, and thus defeating their opponents.

This was Annan's idea. After all, he had obtained the divine power for more than a month and was not in a hurry to study it, so he could wait for another month.

At this time, in the garden of the City Lord's Mansion, the princess under the tree raised her head and looked towards a bedroom window on the third floor of the City Lord's Mansion. A hint of anxiety flashed across her lifeless eyes.

While Annan was still training his divinity, Bishop Garcia came to the street on the orders of the Archbishop.

At dawn, Liberty City had woken up and shops on the street opened their doors.

Bishop Garcia walked into a store aimlessly, picked and chose and bought a whole cart of goods, and paid 3 gold and 15 silver. When he was paying, he suddenly realized that this was too slow. When would he be able to complete the archbishop's order?
He changed his mind, walked into the second shop, pointed at the shelf and said, "We don't want this and this, send the rest to the embassy."

The store manager was shocked: "Why do you need so many wheelchairs?"

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The humid sea breeze fanned the flames, causing the wheelchair in the fire to crackle.

"It's quite burn-resistant."

The captain of the Crusaders in charge of the work said as he looked at the thick smoke that was eight or nine meters high.

Bishop Garcia, who was standing next to him, looked thoughtful. After a walk, he “only” spent over 10,000 gold nars.

There is no other way. I can't just give the money away bluntly, but I also have to consider the face of the Holy Son...

Even so, Bishop Garcia bought out almost all the stores in Liberty City in the morning. At this moment, the store managers were gathered together "buzzing" and discussing, none of them had any idea.

The next day, Bishop Garcia went for another round in the morning, and this time it was a little better than yesterday, and he almost spent twenty thousand Kinnars.

It's still a bit slow. Twenty thousand a day, how long will it take to deliver the amount Archbishop Tomac requested?
So before Bishop Garcia left, he specifically asked them to import fifty times the amount of goods.

"How much did you say?"

The boss thought he had heard it wrong.

"Fifty times." Bishop Garcia also made a list to count the most expensive commodities in Liberty City.

The Philosopher's Stone signed by Annan, Chris, Faro and others;
Knight Golem, Guardian Golem;
Magic Cannon;

Succubus massage parlor permanent VIP;
Lease of gladiatorial arena;
Among these, magic cannons and golems were basically supplied to the Dimon Kingdom, and they could not buy many even if they wanted to. The succubus massage parlor was not suitable either. Although the church was not a righteous camp, it was too blasphemous to have an affair with a succubus.

We can arrange to rent the arena...

Bishop Garcia and his entourage did as they were told and headed for the Colosseum.

……

The Colosseum is an official facility, so those who are in charge of it are veterans who have retired from the legion.

The current curator is Centurion Rona, who retired from the 9th Squadron of the Punishment Legion.

"Someone from the church?"

When Director Rona heard from his employees that the Church of Fortune was looking for him, he looked puzzled.

These guys are either spreading the faith in the sheds or running to the construction site in the east all day. How do they have time to come to the Colosseum?
Rona had no feelings towards the church, but after all, they called their lord the Son of God, and put on a pair of glasses without prescriptions, pretending to be a knowledgeable person - the number of spellcasters in the Punishment Legion accounted for 99% of the total, and yes, Rona was that 1%.

"Boss, the hymn chanters are here."

A retired veteran of the Hellfire Legion led Bishop Garcia and his entourage over.

"Director Rona, the church plans to rent the Colosseum for a period of time. How many kinnars will it cost per month?" Bishop Garcia came over and got straight to the point.

Except for the football matches, the Colosseum was open to the public free of charge on weekdays and used as a second park. No one thought of renting the Colosseum. Director Rona made up a number: "Renting the Colosseum costs... 10 gold nars!"

"Only one guinea?" Bishop Garcia frowned in dissatisfaction.

The retired veteran gasped: It’s a damn rich guy.

Director Rona also realized that he had charged too little and said, "Ahem, I meant 10 Kinnars per hour."

"It should be so." Bishop Garcia nodded, thinking that this was much more reasonable. "We will rent it for three months first, 240 kina per day, 90 days is 21600 kina, minus the change, 22000 kina."

"You guys are really good at settling accounts!"

Director Rona didn't know what to care about for a moment: "24 hours...you also hold mass in the middle of the night?"

"It's none of your business."

A priest behind Bishop Garcia felt that there was no need to talk so much to the common people.

"How dare you talk to my boss like that!" The retired veteran had a bad temper.

"Shut up." Bishop Garcia turned around and scolded.

"Don't be so rude, be a civilized Liberty City citizen." Director Rona also criticized his subordinates in a low voice, and put on a bright smile that he had never had before: "Liberty City and the Church of Fortune are one family, please rest assured, bishops! All our staff at the Colosseum are dedicated to serving you!"

Bishop Garcia continued: "In addition, we will also pay for the maintenance and employment fees of the arena."

"Well, it's already included in it." Director Rona is a warrior after all, and his face is not as thick as that of a magician.

Bishop Garcia was unmoved: "The church demands more, you must show a higher level of management, and it must not be a good mood to always see a group of people chanting hymns."

The retired veteran gave a shy and ugly grin.

"So... add in the compensation for mental damage, and let's say 30000 Kinnars."

(End of this chapter)