You've become the warden, and you're telling me I'm an undercover agent?

Chapter 250 "My Good Child"

As soon as He Zhao entered the auditorium, everyone's eyes were focused on him.

Everyone was looking at this man, who had just been released from prison and was now serving as a candidate for bishop.

His hair was already gray and his body was thin. When he saw everyone's eyes coming at him, he was not stage-frightened, but smiled gently.

To be honest, if the elder hadn't been ill, given the two men's physiques, it's unclear who would be sent away first.

There were three people sitting in the center of the podium in the auditorium. The one in the middle was an old man, the Archbishop of the Star City branch. He was originally qualified to be a candidate for bishop.

He is considered the elder's confidant and is currently attending on behalf of the elder, so he sits in the middle seat.

To the Metropolitan Bishop's left was Dou Xuyao, an A-rank expert transferred from another branch after Bai Xing left Xingcheng. As a temporary expert stationed at the Xingcheng branch, he rarely participated in the struggle between the Elders and Luo Xinghe factions.

It's none of his business anyway.

To the Metropolitan Bishop's right was Wan Ai, a direct descendant of Luo Xinghe. She was a woman in her thirties, and she was the only one of the three to smile at He Zhao.

Rather than a welcome ceremony, it was more of a consideration of the bishop candidates by the various factions of the Star City branch.

The elder on the second floor glanced at Chi Ping, a smile on his face. Like a dried chrysanthemum, its peaks and valleys crisscrossed, its face shrunken and ugly. He asked, "Is the Metropolitan Bishop familiar with Candidate He?"

This question was inquiring about Chi Ping's faction, whether he stood on Luo Xinghe's side or stood by and watched.

Logically speaking, Metropolitan Chi Ping's rank shouldn't be allowed to sit with the elders. But the elders knew that Chi Ping was more than just Metropolitan. The power he could mobilize was truly formidable.

Putting aside the obvious threat of Huoba, there are also reckless men and fierce bandits like Wei San.

To be honest, the entire Star City branch cannot come up with such a luxurious lineup.

Therefore, the elder was still very kind to Chi Ping.

Ikehira answered without hesitation, "Well, he's familiar with me, after all, he's been in prison for so long."

The elder smiled, nodded and said nothing more.

Chi Ping saw that his cloudy eyes seemed to be lost in thought. The tea here was all freshly roasted tea. The elders had urged him to try it many times, but Chi Ping still couldn't tell the difference.

Downstairs, the confrontation seemed to have begun.

The first to speak out was the Metropolitan Bishop who sat in the main seat: "Candidate He, how long have you been a member of the Church?"

He Zhao thought for a moment and said slowly, "I was imprisoned in 705 of the new calendar, and Bishop Luo Xinghe was imprisoned in 708 or 709, I forgot.

"I just remember that the day I was baptized was the year 710 in the Gregorian calendar. Counting carefully, I've been a Christian for six years and two months."

In fact, it was a lie. He had only been a member of the church for two months.

Six years ago, Luo Xinghe was not yet qualified to preach freely in prison.

The Metropolitan Bishop stared at He Zhao, as if trying to find a flaw in his eyes. But He Zhao's eyes were calm, and he was only thinking about revenge. To this end, he had already made countless psychological preparations.

"It's not that I don't trust Candidate He, but the position of Candidate Bishop is of great importance." The Metropolitan Bishop said seriously, "Candidate He, is there anyone who can prove it for you?
"After all, Bishop Luo Xinghe is still in prison, and it's not convenient for him to come out for the time being."

He Zhao nodded when he heard this, but did not say who could prove it for him. Instead, he looked at a window on the second floor.

Sitting in that window was Elder Chi Pinghe.

Although the management on the first floor did not know who the elder was accompanying, they all knew that this person was an extraordinary person.

Seeing He Zhao throwing the question to the people upstairs, everyone was silent for a moment, waiting for the elder to give instructions.

In the room on the second floor.

The elder looked at Chi Ping with a questioning look.

"That's right, I often see him preaching with Bishop Luo." Chi Ping said.

"Oh?"

The elder nodded. Seeing no reaction from those upstairs, the people in the auditorium downstairs knew that the elder had acquiesced. They stopped dwelling on the issue, and the Metropolitan changed direction.

"I've read Candidate He's file," the Metropolitan Bishop said slowly. "Does Candidate He seem to have enemies in Star City?"

Actually, some grudges are normal. Who doesn't have a story?

Seeing this, the first person who couldn't help himself was Luo Xinghe's direct descendant, Wan Ai.

"What's there to ask? Don't you have any personal grudges?" Wan Ai, this woman, always speaks directly.

But the Metropolitan Archbishop was not at all flustered. He simply said, "The doctrine stipulates: 'For those who worship God the Father, all karma in their lifetime will end at this moment; all blessings in their afterlife will begin at this moment.'

"After joining the church, if he still wants revenge, wouldn't that be against the teachings?"

Wan Ai's face was irritated when he heard this, but he couldn't say anything. He had his share of grudges and human feelings, but since the teachings were like this, he couldn't publicly say that everyone was like this.

He Zhao, on the other hand, still maintained a gentle smile on his face: "I have already drawn a clear line between myself and the person I was before joining the sect."

"Then you will not seek revenge?" asked the Archbishop.

"No revenge." He Zhao smiled.

"What if you meet your enemy again?"

"Tolerate them and let the love of God the Father influence them." He Zhao looked very much like Chi Ping during his defense in his previous life.

"Well," said the Archbishop, "if you think so, I hope you will keep your word."

As he spoke, he had two people brought in from the side door of the auditorium.

When He Zhao saw it, his eyes immediately became sharp!
His fists were clenched so tightly that his fingernails dug into his palms, and a line of bright red blood spread along his fingers.

He bit his trembling lips and immediately tasted blood in his mouth.

But he couldn't control his body's trembling, and couldn't steady his breathing. His chest rose and fell rapidly, and his eyes turned red in an instant.

The archbishop had spoken so much to him just for this moment.

The Metropolitan Bishop had done everything he could to prevent He Zhao from taking the position of Bishop Candidate. In the previous simulation, the news of He Zhao's appointment was not announced until the next day.

This time, Chi Ping conveyed the news of He Zhao's employment to the Original Church in advance, giving the Presbyterians ample time to prepare.

The Metropolitan Bishop stood up, led Long Huiwu and his son, and said to He Zhao, whose eyes were about to burst out:

"Boss Long's family has been supporting the church for many years. Since Candidate He has a connection with Boss Long, I think we should do this—"

"Let He Shoubu baptize Mr. Long's son. Mr. Long will worship He Shoubu as his godfather. From now on, all grudges will be put aside.

"What does the deputy think?"

The archbishop smiled happily. In his opinion, as long as He Zhao couldn't help but take action, the matter would be settled.

Even if He Zhao held back, in the days ahead, the elders would not only provide protection to Long Huiwu and his son, but would also use it to provoke He Zhao from time to time.

As long as He Zhao couldn't hold back once, their plan would succeed.

What's more, after enduring in prison for eleven years, how could he endure it at this moment?
In the room on the second floor, the elder also had a smiling face. He asked Chi Ping:

"what do you think?"

Before Chi Ping could say anything, he saw He Zhao showing his white teeth, and his gums were stained with bright red blood.

It seems that he really hates it with gnashing of teeth.

He Zhao's voice was clearly trembling, but he tried hard to put on a "gentle" smile:
"Of course, my dear child."

He Zhao smiled miserably and opened his arms towards the trembling Young Master Long.

(End of this chapter)