Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 287 286 Findlay Weekly's Greetings

Quivervan maintained a polite smile and replied humbly, "I haven't had a chance yet. I just finished my teaching duties and thought I should visit you first."

Vadracho beckoned to the deacon who was waiting outside and had him bring him the same lunch.

As always, water and dry bread.

Quivervan's expression was calm, neither surprised nor flattering. He picked up the bread, broke off a piece, put it in his mouth, and chewed slowly, as if this were his usual food.

The conversation continued.

"Is this your first time in Sail City? Are you settling in well?"

"Vadracho asked casually."

Quivervan nodded: "Thanks to you, everything is fine."

Vadracho nodded slightly: "How is Findlay's health?"

Quivervan gave a wry smile: "It's not bad, but my knees hurt on rainy days. I guess I'll have to suffer a bit when Elder Findlay arrives in Sail City."

Vadragho shook his head and smiled helplessly, "Oh, that's right, the air by the sea is inevitably much more humid."

Quivervan picked up his glass of water and took a sip. He felt the time was right and said, "Elder Findlay asked me to convey his greetings to you."

Vadragho nodded slightly: "How exactly did you greet them?"

Quivervan lowered his voice and looked down, saying, "He said that the fog is about to descend with the waves, and whether the storms will stop next year?"

In fact, Quivervan didn't know what the sentence meant, but he knew it must be some kind of code, so it didn't stop him from conveying it in a deliberately profound tone.

Wadrajo closed his eyes in deep thought. After a while, he tapped the table and said, “Reply to Elder Findlay that everything is proceeding as expected. The temple has voluntarily retreated, and the storm has not yet appeared. They are just waiting for the big fish to take the bait.”

"As for the church, the army in Feiquan'ao is setting up the descent array in an orderly manner, but because the chief clerk of the Daxuan Army is supervising it, it has to be done in secret, which has slowed down the progress."

"But Elder Findlay need not worry, there is still plenty of time, the magic array will definitely be completed before the fish takes the bait. He just needs to carry out the shift handover as planned and not do anything abrupt to avoid arousing suspicion."

“And I will prepare everything. All he has to do is get to Sail City safely and become the one to start the war.”

Quivervan bowed his head and replied, "As you command."

Vadrajo turned to look at the Mist Emblem not far away: "Besides this, there's one more thing."

Quivervan leaned forward slightly at just the right moment, adopting a respectful listening posture.

Vadracho calmly began, “I am pushing for officials to convert to Christianity in Sail City.”

"For a long time, officials have been divided into the government faction and the duke faction. I'm not just talking about Fancheng, but many places in Xuan Kingdom are like this."

"But we are very clear that the so-called Duke faction, those officials, do not support the Duke of the Great overthrowing the President's rule and then establishing himself as king. They only support what the Duke of the Great brings. They only want to use the Duke of the Great to introduce the advanced industry and ideas of the Western Continent to Xuan Kingdom."

"But the Grand Duke was too cautious—or rather, timid. He didn't want to be too radical and thus provoke a direct confrontation with the Grand President."

“But I don’t want to wait any longer. I’ll take this war as an opportunity. Once the storm in Sail City has passed, this will be the best entry point and a new beginning for in-depth infiltration of the Xuan Kingdom. Elder Findlay will know what to do then.”

Quivervan asked respectfully, "Should these also be written in the letter?"

Vadrajo smiled and nodded: "That's right, consider it a gift I prepared for Elder Findlay, so that he can be mentally prepared in advance."

Quivervan bowed his head and replied, "I understand."

Vadrajo chuckled softly, “Don’t be so formal, Bishop Cuyvor. I’m not that old fogey Findlay, always wearing a stern face.” Despite saying that, Cuyvor didn’t dare to relax. He replied cautiously, “Your kindness is like a spring breeze, Elder. I respect you from the bottom of my heart.”

Vadracho smiled helplessly: "Perhaps you should learn from my student. He is always very lively and never treats me like a high and mighty cardinal."

Quiverfan paused, then tentatively asked, "The student you're referring to, is it Father Feng Xiuhu?"

Vadragho asked curiously, "Oh? You've already met him?"

Quiver quickly smiled apologetically: "No, I've only heard a little about it."

"Haha."

Vadracho let out a hearty laugh: "Well, I'm sure it's not a good reputation."

Quivervan gave a dry laugh but didn't respond.

Since the conversation had progressed to this point, Vadracho took the initiative to invite Cuyvorvan: "Perfect timing, I will personally preach the doctrine in the prayer hall this afternoon, which is also my first step in promoting the conversion of officials to the church."

“I’ve entrusted this matter to Father Feng Xiuhu. It’s actually quite difficult, and I don’t know how well he can accomplish it, but as long as he succeeds even a little, it will be a good start, so it can be considered a success, right?”

"Now that you're here, don't rush back to the sanctuary. Come with me, and I can introduce you two."

Quivervan, of course, had no reason to refuse, and bowed his head in reply, "It is my honor."

……

On this sunny afternoon, a strange wind blew into the upper city, but it didn't reach ordinary people; it only reached the ears of certain groups of people.

For example, officials, and influential people who have received some rumors but are still observing.

Just past noon, the officials in the government office packed up their briefcases one after another and then walked outside as if nothing had happened.

In the corridor, you'll encounter many colleagues heading out, but they simply exchange a glance and then tacitly look away.

They neither made eye contact nor greeted each other, as if they were pretending to be strangers.

In less than half an hour, most of the building had been emptied.

The rest were mostly officials appointed by the Duke.

At this point, they finally realized that something was wrong—or rather, this unsettling atmosphere had begun ever since the day the mad tiger came.

But those officials who had seen the mad tiger always kept their mouths shut, and no matter how they tried to get information out of him, they refused to reveal anything. So the officials sent by the Duke did not bother to get to the bottom of it.

But today's situation is truly bizarre.

Qin Xiuyuan was the first to lose his composure.

He had been visited by Feng Xiuhu before, so he knew best what day Friday afternoon was.

Sitting in his office, Qin Xiuyuan felt increasingly uneasy. He couldn't sit still any longer, so he quickly summoned his secretary and told her to go to the main hall to find out what was going on.

The secretary rushed back quickly, and after Qin Xiuyuan made three trips to the restroom, he finally brought back an important message.

Upon hearing the report, Qin Xiuyuan's expression changed drastically.

"Quickly tell the others—pack your things and come with me!"

(End of this chapter)