"Private cooperation? Me and Archduke Belvine?" A trace of doubt appeared on Plisson's face. He felt that he had nothing to cooperate with the richest man in Skyhawk.
The Archduke of Bellvien wants money, power, and people. There is absolutely no reason to look for Plisson, who is not even a saint.
"Honorary City Lord" cooperates. If there was anything about him that could attract the attention of Archduke Belvine, Plisson felt that it might just be his handsome face.
I have long heard that the aristocratic circle in the Eastern Territory of Sky Eagle is not very clean, and the things they play are quite perverted. Isn't it possible that the Grand Duke Belvine has taken a liking to him? Thinking of this, Plissen suddenly felt a little timid.
"Master God, can you please take a step to speak?" Jarend took off the hat on his head and extended his left hand to Pleasant.
Pleasant understood what Jelend meant and took hold of the other person's outstretched left hand. In an instant, a large number of shadows quickly emerged from Jerund's body like threads, and instantly wrapped around Pleasant and Jerund.
The next second, the shadow dissipated, and Pleasant and Jerlend also disappeared. At the same time, in a remote alley in Undertide Port, two humanoid shadows slowly emerged, and finally transformed into Pleasant and Jelend.
"Dezi, you specifically found such a remote place. What do you want to tell me?"
"Master God Envoy, you bear the sin mark of greed on your body, right?"
"That's right."
"The reason why Grand Duke Belwien wants to cooperate with you is because he needs the help of the Greed Sin Mark ability." Jerlend said slowly.
"Sin pattern ability? Does Archduke Belvine need me to copy something for him?" Plisson asked.
"This, maybe you have to wait until you go to Albany to get the answer." Jarend took out a golden bell from his arms and handed it to Pleasant.
"In the past few weeks, I will stay in the Ghost City. If you, the envoy, are determined to cooperate, you can ring the bell at any time to summon me. I will take you to Albany to meet the Grand Duke."
"Please rest assured, Lord Envoy of God, the reward that Archduke Bellvien can give you will definitely not disappoint you."
"Of course I know this." Plissen nodded. As the richest man in Skyhawk and even the richest man in the world, Archduke Belvine, Plissen had heard a little bit about his terrifying financial and resources.
In this era of disorderly expansion of capital, Archduke Belvine stands at the center of power and at the pinnacle of capital. Except for some businesses controlled by the Sky Eagle royal family and other archdukes, he almost monopolizes the country's capabilities. Monopoly on everything.
With the accumulation of massive capital, Archduke Bellvien personally reached the level of
The degree of "richness that rivals the country". Although Archduke Bellvien is not an extraordinary person, this does not prevent many top powerhouses from being willing to serve Archduke Bellvien, and Jerlend is one of them.
"If Lord God Envoy is willing to cooperate, you can ring the bell at any time and I will appear in time." Jarend said to Pleasant again.
"I understand, but I just returned to Undertide Port. I may have to go to Ghost City to handle some things before I can go to Albany with you." Plisson put the golden bell that Jerender handed him to him into the core space and expressed Agreed.
"Yeah." Jarend saw Pleasant agreeing and relaxed a little. Jarend put the black top hat on his head and tapped the ground lightly with his cane.
A catty-like shadow emerged from the spot where Jarende's cane struck, and quickly enveloped Pleasant and Jarende again.
After a secret, the shadows dissipated, and the two of them returned to the harbor of Undertide Port.
"You're back so soon, what did you talk about?" Nuo Ling asked curiously when he saw Plissen's figure suddenly appear.
"Nothing, just a casual chat. Let's go back to Ghost City first." Plisson replied calmly, looking at the repaired and neat streets in front of him.
"Then, Lord Divine Envoy, I still have some things to do, so I will say goodbye to you first."
"Okay, you can go about your business, and we'll leave first." Plisson simply said goodbye to Jarend, and then walked with everyone to the street leading to the Ghost City.
Jarend watched Pleasant and his party leave, the shining silver ring on his finger shining with a different kind of light under the sun.
Jarend looked up at the sun in the sky, lowered the brim of his hat slightly, and then walked straight to a tavern on a dilapidated street in Undertide Port.
The tavern was not very lively, and there were only a few people at this time. Jarend looked around the tavern, and finally sat down next to a young woman holding a wine bottle, who was almost drunk at the wine table.
"Archbishop Liya, why did you drink first?" Jerund looked at the drunk woman next to him, with a hint of helplessness in his expression.
"Hiccup... I came too early and had nothing to do... so I just drank a little casually. You paid for it in the end anyway, so I might as well take this opportunity to drink more." The Ten Saints of the World One of the arrogant archbishops, Liya, burped and then put the wine in the bottle into her mouth again.
"Archbishop Liya, you seem to have drank a little too much."
"Don't worry...my thinking is very clear and it won't be in the way." Liya said calmly with a dazed look in her eyes.
"I hope so."
"...Stop mumbling, if you have any questions, just ask them directly."
"Okay, let me tell you directly. I haven't been in paradise all year round. You must know more about things in the sect than I do. Do you know why the prophet postponed this bishops' meeting?" Jelend asked Liya. road.
"I don't know about that. I don't know what the old guy is thinking. Maybe he's been busy lately and doesn't have time for meetings." Liya said as she poured another mouthful of wine into her mouth.
"Before I became Archbishop, was there any precedent for postponement of a synod within the Fallen Religion?"
"Hiccup... This has never happened before, but when you say it like this, it seems that the old man really attaches great importance to the gatherings between bishops." Liya said while holding up the wine bottle.
"This is also what I'm confused about, otherwise I wouldn't be so inquisitive about the postponement of the rally." Jarend touched the ring in his hand, paused for a moment and then continued,
"By the way, what is the identity of the newly appointed bishop of the Gluttony Sect a while ago? Is he a vampire member of the Scarlet Monastery?"
"...You are half right. She is indeed a vampire, but not a member of the Scarlet Monastery." After talking to this point, Liya seemed to have sobered up a little, so she continued,
"You should know this new Archbishop of Gluttony."
"...Her name is Vivian Reed, and she is the current Pirate King of the South China Sea."
