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american comcis _ tales of caltiveter _chapter_0293_part_02
Chapter 675
chapter 0293 part 2
"Resentment? Bishop Gaily, have you been in the Church for too long that you've forgotten we are the Sacred Shield Brotherhood, not true believers!" Cardinal Hyde, who had some previous interaction with Tang Song—no, he should be called Cardinal Hyde now—refuted the regional archbishop's words.
"But, the Church is our base now. If the parasitic tree falls, where should we vines attached to the tree go—"
"Vines? How long has the Church been established? Our Sacred Shield Brotherhood's history is no shorter than the Church's. Don't include me in your self-deprecation!"
"You!—"
Lane stroked his teacup of black tea, watching the group from the Sacred Shield Brotherhood fall into self-argument. He silently noted down the people who held negative opinions.
For these high-level staff of the Sacred Shield Brotherhood, they could satisfy Utopia if they wanted money. After all, with the Church's thousands of years of accumulation, they weren't just wealthy and imposing; the donations from their believers alone kept them well-fed.
Once they controlled the position of Pope, the entire Church would be theirs.
But using the Church's name to endorse those Mutants...
Regarding the condition proposed by Utopia, these members of the Sacred Shield Brotherhood argued for at least ten minutes. During this time, the servants came to change the tea several times, but they still hadn't argued out a result.
"Inquisitor, Mr. Vickers, and all the bishops, I have delivered the things and Utopia's requirement. It's getting late, and I have some matters to attend to, so I will take my leave first. You can contact me by phone once you've reached a result!"
Lane raised his wrist and looked at his mechanical watch, then stood up and said to the crowd.
As he stood up, there was a rustling sound of chairs being pushed back. Including the Inquisitor, all the high-level staff of the Sacred Shield Brotherhood stood up.
"I'm very sorry, Mr. Lane, for making you come all this way. We will give you a result as soon as possible!" The Inquisitor held Lane's hand and saw him off all the way to the stairwell on the second floor.
"It's my duty, Lord Inquisitor, you are too kind. Please go back!" Lane waved to the Inquisitor.
The Inquisitor looked behind him, "West, go see Mr. Lane off for me!"
West nodded and chased after Lane's figure.
The crowd from the Sacred Shield Brotherhood watched the two disappear into the distance. Someone spoke, "Ah, who would have thought that a disciple of West would rise to his current status? When West introduced him to the Brotherhood, he was just a thug, right? Now, we all have to treat one of his subordinates with such respect! Life is unpredictable indeed!"
For a moment, the entire second floor fell into a dead silence.
"Phew!"
West saw Lane off downstairs. By the pond, the two stopped tacitly. West took a cigar from Lane's hand and put it in his mouth. Lane took a match from a bodyguard nearby and personally struck the match to light his cigar for him. West smoked the cigar, exhaling a puff of white smoke.
"Master West, has the Pope been selected?"
In front of the castle's fountain, Lane also lit a cigar for himself, accompanying West in puffing smoke.
"I favor Bishop Hyde. He's one of us, and his rise to Cardinal was largely thanks to your group's money offensive!"
"Bishop Hyde!" Lane's mind quickly flashed with that plump face, resembling Santa Claus. He nodded, "I will explain it to the boss!"
"So, what exactly does Tang want? He never used to pay so much attention to the Pope's election. Is it because of that Holy Descent Angel?" The firelight from the cigar flickered in the dark corner. West's eyes shone with a sharp gaze in the night sky.
"Our boss thinks the person on the cross has been hanging there for thousands of years, it's too hard on him, so he plans to replace him!"
West hearing Lane's seemingly casual words, his body trembled, and he gasped inwardly.
"You're crazy!" West felt his fingers holding the cigar were trembling.
Lane gave a cold laugh. He said to West, "Angel, God, what does it matter? One was still taken down at the Forward Base!"
After a round of mockery, Lane continued:
"Master West, from this Angel's Holy Descent, you of the Sacred Shield Brotherhood should be able to see that to control the Church, you must turn the Church into a true religious ornament organization, and the Gods and Angels backing them are the biggest obstacles to your control of the Church!"
"But that's an Angel, the legendary God, he is Omnipotent." West took two hard drags on his cigar and frowned.
Lane sneered mockingly a few times, "Omnipotent? That's just what's recorded in the Bible. The Bible wasn't re-interpreted by humans, was it? In my opinion, the only one who can be called Omnipotent is our boss!"
West trembled again. He asked with a dry laugh, "Is this your boss's meaning? What does Tang plan to do?"
Lane glanced at West. He said gently, "The boss's meaning is that after the new Pope takes office, he will come forward to invite religious scholars from various countries to re-interpret the Bible and archaeologically re-examine Christ Jesus!"
As Lane spoke, he reached into his clothes pocket and fumbled around for a bit, pulling out an injection of green agent like jade and handing it to West.
He smiled, "Master, you don't have to worry about encountering resistance. This is the first batch of divine serum produced by our laboratory. This agent can break a person's lifespan limit, raising the theoretical lifespan limit of the human body to one hundred and fifty years!"
West clutched the agent in his hand, his heart shaking violently. He licked his somewhat dry lips.
"Resentment? Bishop Gaily, have you been in the Church for too long that you've forgotten we are the Sacred Shield Brotherhood, not true believers!" Cardinal Hyde, who had some previous interaction with Tang Song—no, he should be called Cardinal Hyde now—refuted the regional archbishop's words.
"But, the Church is our base now. If the parasitic tree falls, where should we vines attached to the tree go—"
"Vines? How long has the Church been established? Our Sacred Shield Brotherhood's history is no shorter than the Church's. Don't include me in your self-deprecation!"
"You!—"
Lane stroked his teacup of black tea, watching the group from the Sacred Shield Brotherhood fall into self-argument. He silently noted down the people who held negative opinions.
For these high-level staff of the Sacred Shield Brotherhood, they could satisfy Utopia if they wanted money. After all, with the Church's thousands of years of accumulation, they weren't just wealthy and imposing; the donations from their believers alone kept them well-fed.
Once they controlled the position of Pope, the entire Church would be theirs.
But using the Church's name to endorse those Mutants...
Regarding the condition proposed by Utopia, these members of the Sacred Shield Brotherhood argued for at least ten minutes. During this time, the servants came to change the tea several times, but they still hadn't argued out a result.
"Inquisitor, Mr. Vickers, and all the bishops, I have delivered the things and Utopia's requirement. It's getting late, and I have some matters to attend to, so I will take my leave first. You can contact me by phone once you've reached a result!"
Lane raised his wrist and looked at his mechanical watch, then stood up and said to the crowd.
As he stood up, there was a rustling sound of chairs being pushed back. Including the Inquisitor, all the high-level staff of the Sacred Shield Brotherhood stood up.
"I'm very sorry, Mr. Lane, for making you come all this way. We will give you a result as soon as possible!" The Inquisitor held Lane's hand and saw him off all the way to the stairwell on the second floor.
"It's my duty, Lord Inquisitor, you are too kind. Please go back!" Lane waved to the Inquisitor.
The Inquisitor looked behind him, "West, go see Mr. Lane off for me!"
West nodded and chased after Lane's figure.
The crowd from the Sacred Shield Brotherhood watched the two disappear into the distance. Someone spoke, "Ah, who would have thought that a disciple of West would rise to his current status? When West introduced him to the Brotherhood, he was just a thug, right? Now, we all have to treat one of his subordinates with such respect! Life is unpredictable indeed!"
For a moment, the entire second floor fell into a dead silence.
"Phew!"
West saw Lane off downstairs. By the pond, the two stopped tacitly. West took a cigar from Lane's hand and put it in his mouth. Lane took a match from a bodyguard nearby and personally struck the match to light his cigar for him. West smoked the cigar, exhaling a puff of white smoke.
"Master West, has the Pope been selected?"
In front of the castle's fountain, Lane also lit a cigar for himself, accompanying West in puffing smoke.
"I favor Bishop Hyde. He's one of us, and his rise to Cardinal was largely thanks to your group's money offensive!"
"Bishop Hyde!" Lane's mind quickly flashed with that plump face, resembling Santa Claus. He nodded, "I will explain it to the boss!"
"So, what exactly does Tang want? He never used to pay so much attention to the Pope's election. Is it because of that Holy Descent Angel?" The firelight from the cigar flickered in the dark corner. West's eyes shone with a sharp gaze in the night sky.
"Our boss thinks the person on the cross has been hanging there for thousands of years, it's too hard on him, so he plans to replace him!"
West hearing Lane's seemingly casual words, his body trembled, and he gasped inwardly.
"You're crazy!" West felt his fingers holding the cigar were trembling.
Lane gave a cold laugh. He said to West, "Angel, God, what does it matter? One was still taken down at the Forward Base!"
After a round of mockery, Lane continued:
"Master West, from this Angel's Holy Descent, you of the Sacred Shield Brotherhood should be able to see that to control the Church, you must turn the Church into a true religious ornament organization, and the Gods and Angels backing them are the biggest obstacles to your control of the Church!"
"But that's an Angel, the legendary God, he is Omnipotent." West took two hard drags on his cigar and frowned.
Lane sneered mockingly a few times, "Omnipotent? That's just what's recorded in the Bible. The Bible wasn't re-interpreted by humans, was it? In my opinion, the only one who can be called Omnipotent is our boss!"
West trembled again. He asked with a dry laugh, "Is this your boss's meaning? What does Tang plan to do?"
Lane glanced at West. He said gently, "The boss's meaning is that after the new Pope takes office, he will come forward to invite religious scholars from various countries to re-interpret the Bible and archaeologically re-examine Christ Jesus!"
As Lane spoke, he reached into his clothes pocket and fumbled around for a bit, pulling out an injection of green agent like jade and handing it to West.
He smiled, "Master, you don't have to worry about encountering resistance. This is the first batch of divine serum produced by our laboratory. This agent can break a person's lifespan limit, raising the theoretical lifespan limit of the human body to one hundred and fifty years!"
West clutched the agent in his hand, his heart shaking violently. He licked his somewhat dry lips.
