Having a powerful lord as a father figure, what's wrong with just wanting to draw cards?

Meanwhile, back in the Church, Domi and his two companions, having had their identities cleansed, transformed into distinguished guests of the Church.

The young master of the prestigious Bloomfield family is here to do business in the Church; how could we not treat him well?

Moreover, he brought his own businesses with him (referring to Shangri-La), which undoubtedly increases the country's GDP per capita.

Domi soon received an invitation from the white-robed archbishop.

He, along with Forty-Seven and Afu, were invited to witness the birth of the new saintess together beside the Pope three days later...

Chapter 162, page 161: Let's lead the era!

Three days passed in the blink of an eye, and the day that most of the Holy Kingdom had been looking forward to finally arrived.

That day, the streets and alleys were decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, shops launched promotions and offered discounts that were so aggressive they were forcing competitors to sell at a loss, and people were immersed in this world full of joyful atmosphere.

By this time, even more people had already gathered in the square in front of the Papal Palace; some had come without having lunch.

People are facing a large balcony that is one floor higher, with exquisite railings carved from white jade along the edges, and the ground is paved with bricks and stones of the same material.

Four guards, dressed in elaborate but impractical ceremonial armor, stood at the four corners, willingly becoming the green grass surrounding the flowers.

Below them stood a jubilant crowd, who too were witnesses to this sacred moment, eagerly awaiting the arrival of the kind, pure, and beautiful saintess on the platform.

But the person staying in the palace behind the ceremonial platform was not Jefel, but a group of socialites who had been invited to watch the ceremony from a first-person perspective.

The main character of today is still in her room preparing her appearance.

During this time, the hall was like a banquet for nobles, with everyone holding wine glasses and chatting with acquaintances.

Since we're going to be waiting anyway, why not make this time more meaningful?

Moreover, those present were either top figures from the church or powerful figures from other regions who had been invited, making it a great opportunity to network.

Domi and Afu47 were also present.

It was the first time the two girls had worn elegant and beautiful dresses. They took Domi's arms and embraced him on both sides, propelling Domi to the pinnacle of his life.

Judging from the strength coming from their arms, they were probably quite nervous, after all, it was their first time in such an occasion...

"Relax and don't be nervous. Just think of it as coming here to freeload a meal," Domi comforted her.

Not far from them is the buffet corridor. Considering that some people are too busy to eat, and it would be unreasonable for them to be hungry, this thoughtful area was created.

Seeing this, Forty-Seven surprisingly let go of Domi's arm, ran to the plate, picked up a few pieces of matcha cake, and tried to maintain his eating manners, but there was still some snow-white cream stuck to the corner of his mouth.

Afu immediately went over and used a handkerchief to wipe the cream from the corner of Forty-Seven's mouth:

"Be careful, it would be embarrassing for the captain if people laughed at him..."

After he finished speaking, he ate with her.

It took the two of them almost the entire morning to get dressed and put on makeup, and innocent Domi didn't even get to eat breakfast.

Domi couldn't help but chuckle, walked over and shared some food with the two of them to fill their stomachs. While chewing on a small piece of steak, he mumbled indistinctly:

“You came with me, so no one will dare to laugh at you no matter what.”

"Alright, hurry up and eat something inside. I'm starving because I haven't had breakfast."

Domi's actions did indeed ease the tension between the two, and their eyes no longer looked around, but focused more on the variety of food in front of them.

When delicious food is eaten, a happy expression will appear on your face.

As the food was served to our distinguished guests, it was naturally of the highest standard. The taste was impeccable; you simply can't find these dishes anywhere else. It was an extra bonus of this trip.

Just as Domi swallowed the last piece of steak, the white-robed archbishop approached him.

Domi turned around and, unlike other children his age who panicked and fumbled, calmly pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped his mouth, and then accepted a gift from the Lionheart Empire:

"Your Excellency, I apologize for receiving you in such an unseemly manner. Please forgive me."

Archbishop Arnoto stroked his long, white beard, his aged yet wise eyes fixed on Domi's every move.

Judging from Domi's calm and composed demeanor just now, this third son of the Broadfield family is indeed extraordinary, completely unlike the popular rumors that he is an absolute fighting maniac and a barbaric person who would tear someone apart at the first sight.

As for why such rumors exist...

Initially, the public's impression of Domi was etched after his overwhelming victory over the genius kendo boy Alger.

At that time, public opinion was still normal. Everyone said that Domi had outstanding combat power, was exceptionally brave, and was definitely a military talent!

But after it spread from one person to ten, and from ten to a hundred, it began to become distorted.

Just like rumors, they became more and more outrageous as they spread, to the point that they eventually turned into warmongers who would grab each other's collars and start fighting at the slightest disagreement.

Arnoto chuckled, his voice very kind:

"It's nothing. I'm very grateful that Young Master Dominic has honored me with his presence at the ceremony today."

"Oh, by the way, are you satisfied with the food prepared by our chef, young master?"

Domi glanced at Forty-Seven and Afu, who were enjoying their meal, nodded sincerely, and didn't hold back his praise.

"That's good. Although it can't compare to the new dishes at Shangri-La, it's good that the young master and your friends are happy."

Domi knew perfectly well that Arnoto was just engaging in some kind of mutual flattery, so he couldn't appear too arrogant. After some deliberation, he said:

"Shangri-La is still no match for these time-honored classic dishes. They are just more intense in flavor and fresh, which makes people think they are superior to the classic ones. In fact, that is not the case. You flatter me."

"Compared to the dishes I've created myself, I still prefer these classic dishes. Their delicate and lingering flavors are something that barbecue, fried chicken, and hot pot can't provide."

The so-called mutual flattery in business means making the other party feel completely comfortable.

"Young Master seems to have a keen eye for food. I'm sure Shangri-La will thrive in the Kingdom of God."

Arnoto began with a compliment, then immediately got to the point:

"In fact, the Vatican is interested in investing in Shangri-La's businesses within the Holy See. I wonder if you, young master, have any related intentions?"

Domi wasn't surprised to hear that.

The Shangri-La Hotel's booming business is enough to make any investor envious. Since its opening, people have been visiting every day, wanting to discuss cooperation or investment, but Domi has not agreed to any of them.

First, the partners are too small. The various steps involved are less efficient and less profitable than working with our own "Rockfia". It's better not to cooperate at all.

Because the citizens of a religious country are deeply influenced by dogma, their desire to consume is much lower than that of other countries, so it is normal for the country to have a small amount of capital.

Secondly, Domi is waiting for a big fish, waiting for the biggest capital to enter the market.

The most capable and greatest asset in the entire Papacy is the Papacy itself.

Industries far from their homeland cannot stand alone. If they have the support of a local force, they can quickly gain a foothold and once again promote the domestic money-making model.

Now the fish have taken the bait themselves.

"Of course, if the Vatican is willing to invest, I would absolutely support it wholeheartedly. If we cooperate, we will open at least ten Shangri-La stores within the Holy See, covering all areas and providing about two hundred jobs."

"But the specific profit-sharing model will be negotiated by my store manager."

Arnoto was also satisfied with the answer and nodded, saying, "Very good. In a few days, I will send someone to discuss this matter. I believe it will satisfy both of us."

Unlike the Hearthstone Tavern and the Rockefeller Center, which are ostensibly owned by Morey and May, Shangri-La is entirely Domi's own business. It's perfectly normal for Arnoto to approach him for discussions.

After exchanging a few more pleasantries, the elderly man, who looked quite old, slowly left.

Now that Afu had finished eating and drinking, she returned to Domi's side and, looking at Arnoto who had just left, couldn't help but ask curiously:

"Captain, what did you and the Archbishop talk about just now? You two seemed to be chatting and laughing."

As a native adventurer, Afu couldn't help but wonder what profound truths a figure like the Archbishop would preach, the kind that could enlighten one's mind...

However, Domi simply shrugged and casually said, "It's just that the Vatican wants to invest in Shangri-La; it's just a business matter."

"The Vatican is investing directly?!" Afu was startled. "How much money will you get all at once?"

"It's at least tens of millions of coins, not including the land for the shop location. If you include that, it'll be well over a hundred million. The Vatican will probably lobby on this, but I'll still have to pay for it myself."

Hearing such astronomical figures come out of Domi's mouth without any sense of awe, Afu felt heartbroken. If she had that much money, she wouldn't have left her home to become a damn adventurer!

"Rich people are so annoying..."

Meanwhile, Archbishop Arnoto, who had walked a short distance away, asked his secretary:

"Is Saintess Jefel ready?"

"They're probably still getting their makeup done and memorizing their speech."

"It's almost time, go and urge them."

"As you command, my lord."

However, before the secretary could take a few steps, the entire hall seemed to gradually go silent, with the noise disappearing piece by piece.

People all turned their heads to look in the same direction.

The tall palace doors on the other side slowly opened, and Jefur, dressed in a white dress and wearing a flower wreath, finally appeared before everyone.

Even the two strikingly beautiful girls could only stand behind Jefur, holding up the hems of her skirts that dragged on the ground.

She was so beautiful, like a fairy, that you couldn't take your eyes off her, except for Domi.

He was already used to the child's simple-mindedness. Even if the child was dressed up beautifully, it would only surprise him for a moment, and then he would be indifferent.

Just like a younger brother will never think his older sister, who is about the same age, is pretty.

As they approached this future rising star, the celebrities one by one came forward to greet her, hoping to become acquainted with her and build a good relationship with the saintess. This was one of their most important objectives for the trip, and another was to make their presence felt in front of the Pope...

With a little time to spare before the ceremony, Jefle, at Arnott's suggestion, greeted everyone, since it wouldn't be good to leave others hanging.

When it was Domi's turn, the treatment was immediately different.

When talking to others, she's like an automatic reply machine, but in front of Domi, she's like her true self, chatting about everything from the start, acting like a natural friend, which is quite baffling.

"Why is the Saintess so close to that person?"

"He seems to be the third son of Bloomfield, be careful..."

"Bloomfield's people even know the Saintess? Aren't they only active in the Lionheart Empire?"

"You wouldn't believe it, their presence is all over the main continent, and their expansion speed in recent years has been astonishing. I'm not going to say anything more, I need to have a chat with the Third Young Master about life later!"

Just as Jeifer was complaining to Domi about how many rules there were in the Vatican, Arnoto came looking for her again, this time to see Jeifer.

"Miss Jefel, the ceremony is about to begin..."