A strange world

Chapter 1415 49. The Holy Legion Commander and the Dark Elves

"You thought of that?"

"No!"

Olmedo narrowed his blue eyes slightly, thinking Annan was hiding something.

But he didn't want to say it, and Olmedo didn't want to force it.

“How are you going to arrange the Church of Wealth?”

"Arrange?" Annan was slightly stunned.

Olmedo sat down opposite him, leaned forward and said, "You don't think the Fortune Church will leave like the Imperial Mission did after they came?"

"Once they confirm that you are the Son of God, they will either take you away..."

"I'm not going anywhere except Liberty City!" Annan expressed his loyalty loudly.

Olmedo said with a smile: "Or I will find a way to stay here and make this place the new holy place of the Church of Wealth."

What Olmedo was really worried about was that they would bribe or beg him. Annan's weakness was that he would respond to soft tactics rather than hard ones...

Fortunately, the seduction trick doesn't work in front of Annan for the time being.

"That's easy. Can't I just influence them before they influence me?"

If someone else said this, Olmedo would only think that he was overestimating his own abilities, but he remembered the way Annan and the commander of the Holy Legion were arm in arm.

Could he really do that...?

"Anyway, we're going to be dealing with the Fortune Church for a long time. I'll find you some books from the church—"

"I remembered I haven't fed Lily yet!"

Olmedo looked at Annan with disdain: "You listened to the archbishop's stories with great interest. Church books are written to attract people, and the stories are also very interesting."

Annan realized belatedly that knowledge had invaded his brain in a despicable way!

…

Annan ultimately did not fall into Olmedo's trap.

"Didn't you say that big shots like me to be ignorant? What advantage would there be if I knew everything?" Annan said righteously.

Olmedo really couldn't refute it.

In the evening, a banquet was held in the banquet hall of the City Lord's Mansion.

Compared to the silent, indifferent and tactful imperial officials who made the banquet dull, this banquet with bishops and believers as guests was much more enjoyable.

After all, the bishops of the Church of Wealth deal with nobles and wealthy businessmen all day long, and each one of them is more eloquent than the other.

In addition, there were many wealthy people and Annan’s friends who received invitations.

The Howlers and the Garls monopolized a corner of the banquet, competing to see whether they could eat faster than the servants could serve the food.

Alice and Black Widow stand together.

The Black Widow, who is fearless and even dares to tease Idelia, answered Alice's question seriously - after all, she has a father who is not easy to mess with.

Cathy held Colette's hand and listened to her talk about her experiences in the South, exclaiming from time to time.

At first she did feel that her beloved things were taken away by someone else... Then she realized that Colette was her fourth family member!

If Annan came to explain that he had nothing to do with Colette at this time, Cathy would probably still be reluctant.

Mr. Mora and Captain Biglit came together.

Logically speaking, one of them is a dark elf and the other is the leader of the Holy Legion, and their relationship is incompatible.

But their conversation was indeed full of tension.

"Dark elves... I can't believe you dare to stand in the light."

"We can stand wherever we want."

"Hmph, do you know how many dark elves I killed? Thirteen."

"Oh, what about yesterday?" Mr. Mora said indifferently.

As followers of the Spider Queen and a group that believes in chaos, the Dark Elves not only kill outsiders, but also kill each other.

To put it bluntly, the number of elves killed by the paladins who specialize in hunting down dark elves may not be as many as the number of dark elves themselves.

Biglit gave up. The dark elf in front of him had a calmness that other dark elves did not have.

"It's hard to imagine that a dark elf whose heart is filled with killing and betrayal can actually be an honest citizen."

…

"Idol?"

At this time, Annan was playing the role of a well-behaved junior, accompanying Archbishop Tomac with the saint.

"Have you ever heard of opera?" Annan asked the saint.

The confusion on the saint's face faded away and she nodded.

"Idols are similar to singers in operas, but more comprehensive and with a wider audience. Have you seen "The Fall of the Mage Tower"? "

“…I have seen it.”

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"Then do you still remember the song 'My Heart Will Go On'?"

The saint didn't know "My Heart Will Go On", but she remembered it after Annan hummed a melody.

"Would you like to give it a try?"

The saint looked down, and seeing that the archbishop had no objection, she hummed the climax of the song softly.

The soothing singing voice flowed past my ears, and the whispers around the banquet disappeared. The saint's singing voice seemed to have magic, and people could not help but indulge in it.

If the Saint had sung "My Heart Will Go On", the box office would have at least doubled...

The singing faded away, and Annan came back to his senses. He looked at the Saint with burning eyes: "Saint, you are simply a natural idol!"

Singing...

Saint Leia did not object: "You want me to sing for the magic image?"

"That's what I thought at first, but after what I heard, I can't let your reputation be limited by magical images."

"limit?"

The saint couldn't connect the two words together.

"Only 5% of the people in Allen Continent have seen magic images? But 100% of the people have listened to various kinds of music."

"Holy Son, do you have an idea?" asked Archbishop Tomac.

"I'm still thinking about it."

Archbishop Tomac was an old man after all, and he was very tired after a day of running around.

He left the party early, but before leaving, he begged Annan to contact the lady again.

Annan had nothing to hide, so he agreed immediately.

"But I can't guarantee that the lady will respond to me this time."

"It's okay, we just want to know how you called the lady."

Annan made an appointment for tomorrow morning, but didn't think they could replicate it.

The saint pushed Archbishop Tomac away. Annan looked around the banquet and saw a figure who had just walked onto the terrace.

…

The neat and bright streets stretch forward to the sparkling bay.

Reiner stared at this scene in a trance. Suddenly, a voice came from behind him:

"On the vast sea, the strong winds rolled up the dark clouds. Between the dark clouds and the sea, the seagulls were flying proudly like black lightning..."

"Lord Annan..." Reiner turned around.

"Reiner, how about you and Colette stay?"

"Stay?"

"You want to lead a legion? No problem. You want to rebuild the church? No problem." Annan said sincerely: "You can freely pursue your ambitions in Liberty City."

Annan is not really Reiner's father and teacher, but the love he pours into him is no less than theirs.