Start As a Lord In a Viscount

A few days later, Randolph nearly burst into tears while holding a space ring in his hand, and the ammunition finally arrived!

Before I came, I was too confident, and I felt that I could solve it by bringing a few priests. Now it seems that I think that Claire is too simple, and I think too much of myself.

And the Pope seemed to have expected it for a long time, and the space ring containing one million gold coins was sent quickly. No way to send it! Later, the face of the church will be lost, and a bishop-level clergyman will not even have a place to live. If this continues, he will not starve to death in Nafu City.

Randolph tightly grasped the space ring, his eyes regained his firm belief, looked directly at the Viscount Mansion, and said word by word: This time! I will definitely not lose! I will no longer despise it. You! Claire, you have no chance!

...

Master! Those pastors are doing things again! Reagan trotted all the way over to report.

Huh? Claire replied in a low voice, What's the matter?

They distribute daily necessities such as eggs, flour, etc. on the street. As long as you listen to their preaching, you can get those things for free.

Hearing this, Claire felt a little dazed. She distributed free living materials to the residents, which was a bit like the feeling of her previous life. She was promoting the progress of the times.

What about the status of those workers?

The materials they send are about the same price as our overtime work. Some workers have stopped working overtime, and went to listen to those pastors talking about those crazy things.

Claire nodded, he expected this, and waved: If that's the case, then just cancel the overtime.

Do you really want it? There are still some workers who are willing to work overtime and contribute to Nafu City and you, Master.

After a long time, seeing that others can earn income even if they don't work, they feel unbalanced, so let's cancel overtime.

Claire doesn't want to fight a price war with the other party. It's easy to raise wages and overtime money, but it's difficult to bring them down. The other party is different. People's expectations for them are not so high. It is completely possible to distribute welfare and materials in the name of divine grace. When the deadline is reached, no one will say anything.

However, their overtime pay and wages are not the same. This is their labor income. The increase is not only a blow to the relatively stable economy in Nafu City. When it is increased and then lowered, those workers will still feel Some dissatisfaction, which is not what Claire wants to see.

Reagan thought for a moment, I didn't think properly. Then he asked, What should I do next?

Claire frowned and thought for a moment, Let the water cloud beast try it and see if the rain can drive the crowd away. Now they don't even have a church, and there is no place to cover the rain in the open space.

Yes! Regan bowed and stepped back.

Claire rubbed her fingers together, and this matter started to get a little difficult. Sure enough, the church is a difficult piece of shit plaster, and a bishop-level cleric is not good at killing the opponent directly. If there is one If the bishop died in Nafu City, the impact would be great. Whether it was done by himself or not, he would definitely be listed as the first object of suspicion, not to mention that if he wanted to kill the other party, he would definitely send someone over. Check yourself, the church has so many methods, if there is no full confidence, Claire will not consider this aspect.

Ten minutes later, Reagan pushed the door and walked in again, looking a little anxious.

What's wrong? Claire asked intently.

Reagan panted and replied, They used magic, and they created a large semi-arc magic barrier to keep the rain out.

Magic? Claire repeated, Does any of them use magic?

Magic and divine arts are opposites. Generally speaking, except for some special institutions in religion, most preachers practice divine arts, and the direction is also some auxiliary divine arts, mainly to appease people. heart and soul.

It seems to be a magic scroll, Regan replied.

Claire's eyes narrowed, This spell sounds like a third-level air barrier. The magic scroll costs thousands of gold coins. They are really willing to do a missionary activity with hundreds of people.

Then what should we do? Reagan asked anxiously.

Let them burn if they have money. Claire said lightly, he really has nothing to deal with the other party, everyone has done this, it is impossible to smash the other party's spell shield on the spot, now It's not time to flip the table, take your time.

...

In the next few days, Randolph was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief, and Claire finally did not continue to deal with him. The missionary activities in the past few days have progressed very smoothly.

Except for the children who were locked in the school and did not come to the missionary activities, the others were satisfied. At least many residents in Nafford City knew him. They knew that there was a new Bishop Randolph in Nafford City, and someone greeted him on the way.

The only downside is that it's so expensive! Almost a thousand gold coins are burned every day. In the past, Nafu City couldn't turn in so much money in a year, but fortunately, the Pope who was in the capital didn't care about the expenses in this regard, he just thought it could make a difference. In the middle is the future of Nafu City. As long as you stand firm first, the gold coins you pay now will come back in the future.

The construction team in Nafu City is very fast. Some residents living in the hotel have also returned to their new houses. Randolph and the others have also successfully rented a few rooms. Finally, they don’t have to stray outside. They even have to wash and eat. extremely difficult.

Everything is developing in a better and better direction. Randolph feels that although it will be slower, he will continue to win step by step! He is full of confidence once again!

...

While Claire was flipping through the books in the room, Reagan's voice came from outside the door.

Master, a young lady is looking for you outside!

Claire raised her head and replied, I see, call her in.

Reagan was a little worried. Since the pastors over there were getting complacent day by day, and the young master didn't react too much, Reagan began to wonder if his young master could not bear the blow and became silent.

So he asked with concern, Young master, you don't have to worry too much about those priests, the people of Nafu City must have their hearts toward you!

Claire raised her eyes and looked at Regan, wondering, What am I struggling with?

Then why haven't you been doing anything these days?

Claire smiled, I'm waiting for this lady to come to me now.

Reagan was a little surprised, so he asked, Who is that lady outside the door?

Claire said casually, Wendy, a troubadour I know in the capital.

Master Wendy? Reagan exclaimed.

You know it too? Claire didn't even know that Wendy's reputation was so big.

Of course, isn't she the one who told the story of our mermaid in Nafta! If it weren't for her, Nafta wouldn't have so many tourists right now. Regan replied, although Claire had told him to go to Nafta before. The story of the mermaid in the city spread to every corner of the kingdom, but the relationship between him and Wendy was never mentioned, so Reagan didn't know that Claire and Wendy still knew each other.

He always thought that his young master was clever and witty, and borrowed the popularity of Wendy's story of a mermaid that swept the country to publicize Nafu City, but the relationship between them was messed up.

Claire just smiled and didn't explain too much. He didn't need to explain these things to Regan to prove how powerful he was.

Hurry up and call them in. How long have you been outside?