The mastermind behind this started by creating a strange story

Thinking of this, Klas adjusted his slim-fitting high-end suit. This suit was custom-made by a famous designer, and both the fabric and the buttons on it were high-end products.

The main reason why he dressed so formally today was because he was going to meet someone today, a person who was just an ordinary noble on the surface, but was the actual controller of this country in secret.

It is also because of that person that he can have everything he has today, so Klaus is still very grateful to that person.

Even though he was half forced and half seduced at the beginning.

"Sir, please come this way."

The bodyguards who were assigned to act as a show opened the car door and invited Klas to get out of the limousine. The waiter who had received the order in advance immediately came forward and welcomed Klas into the restaurant.

This restaurant is the largest and most luxurious restaurant in Bucharest. Generally, you cannot enter without a reservation. But this has nothing to do with Klas. If he wants to eat here, it’s just a matter of saying a word.

Although judging from the current situation, there is no need for him to say a word, after all, that person has arranged everything.

Walking in the magnificent and luxurious corridor, there were no other guests around, as the restaurant was fully booked today.

"Just wait outside the door."

The bodyguard who received the order faithfully carried out his employer's orders, standing at the door in a military posture, and wearing a black suit that made him look like a gangster thug.

After opening the door, there was no one in the room. Klaus walked skillfully towards the small door inside, where the actual conversation took place.

"You came."

"Yeah, I'm here."

Looking at the luxurious meal placed in front of him and the person sitting in it, Klaus pulled out a chair and sat down.

"You still like to make such a fuss, Benyamin."

Klas looked at the delicious Western food in front of him, picked up the bottle of red wine on the side, and poured himself a glass of thick and bloody red wine.

"What's wrong? Isn't it time to enjoy life?"

Benyamin listened to what Kras said and answered slowly and elegantly, cutting off a piece of medium-rare chicken liver steak and putting it into his mouth.

The longer they became vampires, the stronger they could feel themselves becoming, and one day in the past, their sense of taste was restored.

Although they cannot fill their stomachs by eating human food, it is still nice to simply enjoy the taste and texture. Paired with the filling blood-red wine, they are no different from normal people.

"Tell me, what do you want me to do this time?"

After taking a sip of red wine, Klaus asked, although he could taste human food, he was not particularly pursuing appetite, it didn't matter whether he ate it or not.

"Then I won't keep you in suspense." Ben Yamin put down the knife and fork in his hand, picked up the handkerchief beside him and wiped the corners of his mouth.

"This country will soon be under our control. What remains is how to deal with the churches that are competing with us for power."

In Benyamin's view, the church is a backward and decadent gathering place. They do not engage in production, will not promote national progress, and simply use illusory religion to control the vast majority of the population.

In this country with a strong religious atmosphere, he felt this particularly deeply. Although he was also a nobleman of the old times, he did not believe in God at all.

Even though it is possible that God really exists, his faith is still shallow, especially after he became a vampire, he completely turned into an unbeliever.

"The church? Why don't we just ignore them? The government and the church had a good relationship before anyway."

"That was the government controlled by humans before, and now it is the government controlled by us vampires." Benyamin replied with a frown.

"Times have changed. There will definitely be a war between us and the church. This is not only a war between the vampires and the church, but also a war between the government and religion."

"That damn faith affects this country. In my opinion, if citizens are forced to choose between faith and government, the fools will definitely choose the illusory faith."

"Even if their faith has brought them no benefit at all, they can survive and earn a salary to support their families after work. This has nothing to do with their faith. It's all because the government issued these decrees and asked them to execute them."

"Conflicts between the government and religion have existed since ancient times. If it weren't for the self-degradation of early religions, their current influence might have suppressed the government long ago."

"Ton ton ton~" Perhaps he was thirsty after talking so much, Benyamin picked up the goblet that was already filled with red wine on the table and drank the scarlet wine in it in one breath.

"Huh..." After licking the bright red blood on the corner of his mouth, Ben Yamin took a breath and continued, "We will be discovered sooner or later. We can't keep it secret forever."

"Gods have already appeared in Neon. If gods also appear in the Romanian Church, it will be a fatal blow to us. What we need to do now is to completely eradicate the religion that is deeply rooted in this country before the gods appear!"

"The gods will eventually resurrect in the world, but we have no choice. Our identities determine our stance."

After saying these words, Benyamin waved his hand casually, and the red wine in the bottle was attracted and swirled together in his palm, like a bloody vortex, sucking everyone in.

After hearing what Benyamin said, Krass fell silent. He had never thought about it so much, so he could only ask: "Then what should we do?"

"Lie dormant, then strike directly at Huanglong and kill with one strike!"

"The underground forces you manage have already been unified, right?"

"Oh, that's right." Speaking of this, Klaus nodded with some pride. Now all the underground forces in Romania, including those low-level vampire groups, are under his control.

Those stupid low-level vampires really think that they are the only vampires.

"Hmm..." Benyamin thought for a moment before continuing, "Those low-level vampires can be used as cannon fodder. When the time is right, let them attack the church headquarters first. Don't alert the enemy now. Just keep doing what needs to be done."

"When I completely control the upper echelons of this country, then the time will be ripe. As for now, let's just leave it this way."

"Hmm..." Klass hesitated, but still asked: "Then... do we need to inform Ms. Onodera?"

“…No need.” Ben Yamin hesitated for a moment, then spoke.

"Ms. Onodera doesn't care about these things. She only cares about the ancestor."

"There's no need to inform her."

Chapter 229 Melina

While the two actual leaders of the blood clan were talking, the Orthodox Church was secretly selecting the Lord's warriors.

There aren't many high-ranking clergymen, so it doesn't take much time, and the method of finding qualified feather holders is also very simple and crude.

Put the Seraph's Wing in a light-proof black box, and then have people put their hands in it separately, and then calm down and feel it. If they have any special feelings, such as suddenly being moved, feeling hot all over, or seeing some special pictures, then it's probably done.

Of course, it would be even more perfect if it could inspire holy light.

But unfortunately, none of the high-ranking clergymen who were talking in the secret room reacted to the feather, which meant that they were not suitable for leading the charge, and they were more suitable to stay in the rear.

However, they did not feel any regrets. All of them were old and no longer suitable for fighting.

Apart from the Patriarch, who can only be one, the rest of the metropolitans, high priests and high priests are not numerous, just a few.

However, their Orthodox Church has a huge number of clergy and believers. Even if no one is selected at the top level, there are still a bunch of clergy waiting below.

Their Orthodox priesthood is headed by the Patriarch, and is divided into black priests and white priests. Black priests cannot marry, while white priests can. However, clergymen of the black priesthood can be promoted to positions above bishop, while white priests have no right to be promoted to bishop.

Among them, the black priests are divided into Patriarch, Metropolitan, Exarch, Archbishop, Bishop, High Priest, Priest, High Deacon, Deacon, and Monk.

The white priests are divided into high priests, high priests, priests, high deacons, deacons, deputy deacons, and cantors.

With so many clergymen, it is impossible that not one of them would not react to the feathers. Moreover, they are currently only screening at the Orthodox Church headquarters and have not yet visited other dioceses.

Because Patriarch Danny has suddenly regained his youth, he cannot appear in public for the time being. The Orthodox Church in public is now led by Metropolitan John.

In the Roman Empire, a metropolitan was a bishop of a large city or provincial capital, and the scope of the diocese under his jurisdiction was equivalent to the province. In the Orthodox Church in the Slavic-speaking regions, a metropolitan was the head of each bishop's church and a few important dioceses. In the Orthodox Church in the Greek-speaking regions, the bishops who had dioceses were called metropolitans to distinguish them from other bishops.

Because Metropolitan John is the most respected clergyman besides Patriarch Danny, and he has a very good relationship with Patriarch Danny, the two can be said to be close friends.

Therefore, no one objected to Metropolitan John becoming the temporary leader.

At this moment, in the inner room of the church, all the black-grade clergy who knew the secret of the Seraph's feather were here, and the ones who screened and processed the qualified ones were the white-grade clergy who knew the secret of the feather.

"Metropolitan John, the clergy of the archbishop and episcopal orders have been tested."

Because the Exarch is the Patriarch's representative to foreign dioceses, there is currently no Exarch in the Orthodox Church headquarters.

"Well, how did it turn out?"

"No one has any sense of the Seraph's Wings. They... none of them are qualified."

"We had expected this result. There is no need to be discouraged. Let's continue testing. May God bless us."

"Yes, may God bless us!"

As the screening of qualified feather candidates continued, even though the action was not large, it still caused some commotion among the people in the church.

Although he was released immediately after being taken away, this is also a point that can be discussed. After all, monastic life is too boring, and one can find some entertainment for oneself when necessary.

Now, everyone in the church is discussing this matter, and those who were taken away have been warned not to reveal what happened to them.

Those who were not taken away could only secretly guess and wonder what had happened.

"Melina, what do you think the bishops are doing? They are so mysterious."

A young girl with freckles on her face and reddish hair asked her friend next to her.

They are all nuns in the monastery and also assistants to the bishop. Their ecclesiastical ranks are at the level of archdeacon and deacon.

The male believers who serve in a religious order are called monks, and the female believers who serve in a religious order are called nuns.

"How should I know? Instead of asking me, why don't you ask Bishop Yulia? She was taken away and released again."

Although Melina was somewhat interested in this, it was only a little. What she wanted to do now was to practice her spoken English, otherwise she would not be able to sing prayer poems well with her accent.

"Forget it. That old woman is so mean. If you do something wrong, she will scold you for a long time."

"Be careful or I'll go and complain to Bishop Yulia. Tina, you're saying bad things about her behind her back."

"Wow, Melina, you are so hateful. You actually told tales," the reddish-haired girl named Tina said angrily.

"You're just holding a grudge against me for accidentally laughing at your accent. Do you have to hold it for so long? You meanie!"

"As for!"

"Uh..." Tina opened her mouth, as if she didn't expect Melina to answer like this, but she didn't know what to say.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Sister Melina is the best, please don't tell Bishop Yulia, okay~"

Tina pulled Melina's hand and swung it left and right, acting pitifully and coquettishly, almost crying.

"Okay, okay, I won't tell tales. You too, don't say bad things about Bishop Yulia in secret. Be careful not to let her hear you."

"What did I hear?"

At this moment, an old and kind voice suddenly came from behind the two girls. When Tina heard this voice, her body stiffened and she turned around with a stiff smile on her face.

"Bishop Yulia, why are you here?"

"Haha." Bishop Yulia showed a kind and gentle smile, "Of course I want to listen to what you are saying that I cannot hear."

"Report to the Bishop, it was Tina who said all that. I said nothing. I know nothing."

"Melina!!!"

Tina looked at her friends with a face full of grief and anger, and howled in despair, like a betrayed and abandoned puppy.

"Okay, both of you stop messing around. Because I have something to do today, I'm not going to lecture you, Tina."

"Great!"

"Let's save this sermon for next time. The time for next sermon will be doubled. Of course, the amount of poetry to be copied will also be doubled."

"Ah this!"

Tina looked confused. She thought she made money, but when she thought about it carefully, it seemed that she lost money, and a big loss at that.

But just a few seconds later, a smile appeared on Tina's face again. Anyway, she would not be preached now, and that was enough. The future preaching would be left to her in the future. Anyway, it was her in the future who would be unlucky, not her now.

"May I ask what you need us for?"

Melina next to her did not act strangely, but asked Bishop Yulia seriously.

"Just follow me and you'll know." Bishop Yulia smiled and walked forward.

Chapter 230 Divine Inspiration

Bishop Julia was walking in front, and the two little nuns were following closely behind.

Tina, who was lively and restless, did not jump out too much at this moment. If she made the bishop angry, she would be punished.

The three of them walked inside the church, heading towards the testing room. The testing room was in a small room at the back of the cathedral, surrounded by clergymen waiting to be tested.

"Just line up here. Once you enter that small room, you will know what you need to do."

Bishop Yulia said to the two people following behind him, and then without stopping, he continued to look for new testers.

There are a total of two queues here, corresponding to two rooms respectively. The people who go in come out in less than two minutes, so the queue is moving steadily forward.

After a while, Tina, who preferred to move around and disliked quietness, could not wait any longer. Waiting quietly without being able to speak was more uncomfortable than asking her to copy poems.

Tina, who was in the front line, saw that no one noticed her, so she secretly turned her head and whispered to Melina who was behind her.