Extraordinary Rise: Starting Contract with the Silver Dragon Countess

Chapter 46: The Bishop of Light (Please Collect and Read)

"Miss, you are not really attracted to that boy, are you?"

Modo's face was very serious at this time.

Isabella's eyes flickered, and she replied softly:
"is it not OK?"

Modo said solemnly with a serious look in his eyes:

"I always thought Miss was just playing along... If such a talented young man could be brought into the family, it would indeed be a great help to Miss..."

Isabella's face turned cold, and her tone became stern:

"Just a show?

When has Uncle Modo ever seen me flirting with a man?

Who is qualified?"

Modo also knew that he had said the wrong thing, so he changed his tone:
“Then I will treat you as a lady completely sincerely.

But Miss, you should understand that you will inherit the Golden Wing Family in the future."

Modo's tone was stern. At this moment, he was fulfilling his duty as a minister of remonstration to his future lord—offering harsh but absolutely loyal advice:
"As the head of the family, your lover must be able to help you manage such a large family!
He must have a strong background and influence to help you consolidate the Golden Wing Family's voice in the Pale Wing!

'Pale Wings' is more than just our family!
If your future husband's family cannot provide considerable support, I think not only the master and his wife will not agree, but also the other members of the Golden Wing Family will not agree!"

Isabella's cold face showed no emotion. Mr. Modo sighed deeply and his tone became much softer:
“Everyone thinks that our Golden Wing family is glamorous and stands at the top of the continent.

But who knows how much we have paid to maintain this honor?

What's more, the top is full of cold winds and thorns, and if you are not careful you will fall into the abyss!
My lady, as the first heir, you cannot be blinded by emotions..."

Isabella waved her hand lightly, interrupting the rest of Modo's words:

"I know my limits, Uncle Modo. After returning to the family, don't say too much about me and him."

Modo knew that no amount of persuasion would be of any use, so he sighed deeply and agreed to Isabella's request.

……

Cohen sat in a private room of a famous hotel in Florence, waiting for the appointed Bishop of Light.

He played with the communication stone he had taken from Silver Medal 207.

A stranger appeared in the contact column.

The note generated by the communication stone for the stranger is [order "063653833" customer].

This order is to assassinate the "Lord of Shadows".

In other words, the other party gave an order to "Black Tomb" to assassinate his client.

The other party contacted me during the day and sent me a notice to suspend the task.

Cohen was certain that the client should have been at the scene at that time.

Perhaps it was because of his extraordinary profession, or perhaps it was his powerful combat ability, that made the client hesitate.

"There's no need to think too much about it. Since he contacted me on his own initiative, why not just find a chance to ask him out and ask him clearly?"

Cohen quickly made up his mind and put away the communication stone because he had heard a burst of strong and crisp footsteps coming from outside the corridor.

The door slowly opened, and a tall, straight middle-aged man walked in slowly.

He was wrapped in a pure white robe, the hem of which swayed slightly with his steps, as if flowing with holy light.

The bishop had a broad face, with strong lines yet gentleness. Seeing Cohen, he made a gesture of alms:

"Young man, the Goddess of Light blesses you!"

Cohen bowed and responded with emotion in his voice:
“Thank you, kind and generous goddess!

May light shine upon all things, may light purge evil, and may light last forever in the world! "

Cohen's excellent performance made the Bishop very satisfied, and he slowly sat down.
"Mr. 'Shadow Lord', you've been quite popular recently. I was quite surprised when I heard Mr. Modo say that.

According to my religious records, no one has successfully performed a god-summoning ritual for at least five thousand years."

"Haha, maybe none of them are as daring as me. Facing the pressure from a Legendary, I could only risk my life. I didn't expect the Lord God of War to be so easy to talk to and not pursue my disrespect and offense."

The bishop looked at Cohen meaningfully and said softly:

"Sir, did you ask me to come here to discuss something?"

Cohen said straight to the point:

"Your Excellency the Bishop, I will need two Saint-level helpers in two days.

Well, to be precise, I cooperated with the Pale Wings and decided to encircle and eliminate all the forces of the Black Tomb in the northwest continent.

I hope the Church of Light can also participate and provide us with two Saint-level helpers."

After hearing what Cohen said, Bishop of Light could not hide the emotion on his face, and spoke in a strong tone:

"Do you know what you're talking about? Two Saints? Encircling the Black Tomb? Are you kidding me?"

Cohen's tone was firm:
"I know very well, Mr. Bishop. I'm not joking at all. Please believe my determination. 'Black Tomb' must be kicked out of the Northwest Continent!"

The Bishop suppressed his anger, stood up and said:
"For Mr. Mordo's sake, I will not pursue your offense. Let's just pretend we never met."

Cohen didn't care and said softly:
"Do you wish to retrieve the Cross of Light that His Holiness the Pope lost?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the bishop's expression suddenly changed. There was anger and shock in his eyes at first, and then slowly a look of contemplation gathered in his eyes.

He sat down again, refilled his tea, and while sipping it, he observed the mysterious masked man opposite him.

Cohen said this and stopped talking, deliberately teasing the other person.

He wanted to see how long the bishop could endure.

"Retrieve the lost Cross of Light for His Holiness the Pope!"

This honor and merit are enough for him to be promoted to cardinal.

The Bishop finally couldn't bear it any longer and asked tentatively:

"Sir, do you have any clues?"

Cohen slowly extended two fingers:

"Two Saints, who will arrive the day after tomorrow, can they do it?"

The bishop pursed his lips, rubbed his chin unconsciously, and his facial muscles twitched from time to time. It was obvious that he was faced with a difficult decision.

He replied dryly:
"The saints usually cultivate themselves in the Saint Dao Academy. I can't meet them whenever I want. Two saints are too high. I can't take such a risk for uncertain information... Can you change the terms?"

Cohen poured more tea for the bishop and said softly:
"To siege the Black Tomb's headquarters in the northwest continent, the Pale Wings will also dispatch two Saint-level warriors, and..."

Cohen paused deliberately and lowered his voice:
"They promised not to take a penny of the spoils!"

The Bishop's eyes suddenly gleamed, and his breathing quickened unconsciously. He then realized that he had lost his composure, coughed lightly, and said slowly:
"Praise the Goddess of Light! Those cunning merchants are surprisingly generous for once!"

Then he added with some emotion:

"It seems that if I agree, the church will receive a large sum of money."

Cohen smiled slightly and said meaningfully:

"Of course I'll only take what's due to me.

As for the rest, is it that the church has money coming in, or...

"Hmm... Anyway, in the future official report, whether or not Pale Wings received a share of the spoils, and how much they received, is up to you, Your Excellency."

The bishop's eyes suddenly became extremely deep.

The wealth accumulated by the "Black Tomb" Northwest Continent Headquarters is definitely a shocking figure!

The Bishop slowly stood up and said solemnly:

"Purging evil and dispelling darkness is the unshirkable mission of believers of light!"

What about finding the Cross of Light!

What promotion to cardinal!
Nothing is more important than filling your own pockets!
There is nothing better in this world than gaining benefits for yourself in the name of the public!
He did this vote!
(End of this chapter)