After learning that gods need the power of faith from believers to become powerful, the fourth prince Arthur has seized the lifeblood of Bishop Fowler.
Strictly speaking, Bishop Fowler was in the same situation as him: he was an unpopular member who was assigned to a remote area.
Of course, some people go to remote and impoverished areas for experience, but what else does the 74-year-old Bishop Fowler have to experience?
After a few more years of experience, he may be buried...
After grasping this key information, the fourth prince Arthur started to follow the instructions from the perspective of a believer.
What do you fear most when you believe in God?
Faith collapses!
Once your faith collapses and people no longer believe in you, you will lose the meaning of your existence.
Even if you are a 'god'.
Therefore, the Church of the Three Goddesses of Destiny did not dare to overthrow the rule of the royal power and take sole power, because in that case, no one would take the blame for them.
While the royal family is still there, the people still believe that power is in the hands of the king and parliament. All kinds of taxes and laws are made by these people, and most of the dissatisfaction caused is directed at the king and parliament.
The church hidden behind the scenes can completely pretend to appear and 'negotiate' with the king and parliament to gain benefits for the people. In this way...
The people will appreciate them more.
At that time, wealth, power, and fame were all in the church's possession. They got everything, but left the blame to the king and parliament.
If you want to prevent the cold wind from blowing you, you need a screen or a wall.
For Bishop Fowler, if he wants to compete for the position of Cardinal Archbishop, he must not only stabilize his jurisdiction, but also develop enough believers, collect more taxes, create 'performance', and attract the attention of senior officials.
And the fourth prince Arthur can provide him with powerful help.
What the other party said went deep into his heart.
"hehe..."
Bishop Fowler took a sip from the wine glass, closed his eyes, felt the fragrance of the wine in his mouth, and fell into deep thought.
he...
I wanted to come here, in the name of the church and the goddess of health, Wilder, to seize actual control of New Ross City and oust the fourth prince Arthur.
But after hearing what he just said, he couldn't help but think of the great achievements of the fourth prince Arthur in the past few years.
The other party has already proven himself with his strength.
New Ross City has developed and prospered so far, and most of it is thanks to the fourth prince.
The fourth prince Arthur...
Is it really good for you?
There is definitely one, but is this advantage more important than not scorning the Fourth Prince?
After weighing the pros and cons, Bishop Fowler had an answer in mind and was ready to launch the second plan.
He opened his eyes, looked at the young and handsome fourth prince Arthur, and spoke in a softer tone: "When you were born, the one who baptized you was Archbishop Ubli who believed in the goddess of health. I was also present. Your mother , the reason why you choose us is that we hope you will be healthy and free from illness and disaster throughout your life.”
"Now it looks like her wish has come true."
Arthur smiled slightly, nodded and said: "Goddess Wilder, she will definitely receive my sincere praise and gratitude."
Bishop Fowler's eyes became softer again, and he patted the shoulder of the cloaked man next to him: "Your Highness, please take a look."
Arthur looked up, his cloak fell, and his long black hair rolled down. It was a beautiful girl with a flawless white face, dark blue eyes, and a quiet and elegant posture, like an elf walking out of the forest.
"Her name is Yin Fulin. She is the saint in charge of communicating with the goddess Wilder in the diocese. She is dignified, beautiful and of noble status..."
Bishop Fowler said softly: "Your Highness, she has admired you for a long time, but according to doctrine, a saint cannot get married before she is 18 years old, so I can only wait until she reaches that age before bringing her to see you."
Arthur said nothing and looked straight at Yin Fulin until she lowered her head shyly. Then he looked away angrily, raised his glass and paid tribute to Bishop Fowler.
While drinking, his eyes would glance at Yin Fulin from time to time.
These actions were all seen by Bishop Fowler. Although neither party said anything, they already knew it.
"Tomorrow night, I will hold a banquet, and I will invite all the knights and gentry in New Ross City." Arthur smiled and said, "Bishop Fowler, are you free tomorrow night?"
"Oh, although the long journey is tiring, I think there will be time."
"I don't think you will go to the banquet alone..."
"Of course not. The banquet is a good opportunity for young people to communicate with each other, and I like the beauty of adulthood the most..."
After the goal was achieved, Bishop Fowler had no intention of staying any longer. He had to go back to discuss plans for other churches.
"Your Highness, we have something else to do, so we'll take our leave now. Please stay."
"good."
After standing up to say goodbye, Bishop Fowler left the banquet hall with Yin Fulin and Saturk, mounted his horse, and walked away.
When they left, the smile on Arthur's face disappeared little by little, and his eyes were cold and so gloomy that they could drip water.
Pacha!
The wine glass in his hand was crushed by him, and the fragments scratched his palm, causing blood to flow.
The maid exclaimed, quickly took out a handkerchief and bandaged his wound.
"Old bastard..."
Amid the secret curses, Arthur felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart.
He never expected that Bishop Fowler would actually bring a saint to marry him.
This is also a statement. The Church of the Three Destinies can not interfere in the affairs of New Ross City or cooperate with it, but you, the fourth prince Arthur, must marry Yin Fulin.
As the biggest controller in New Ross City, controlling him is equivalent to controlling New Ross City.
And once he marries Yin Fulin, whether it is a round table meeting or some secret arrangements, he will be restricted, and it will be difficult to show off his talents as before.
Yin Fulin is just an eye, an eye that follows him anytime and anywhere!
"What are Father Mavey and the others doing?"
"There was news just now that they were... visiting Bill Market..."
"I'll write a letter and ask someone to send it to the Truth Church, and then notify others and convene an emergency meeting."
"Yes, Your Highness."
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At the end of Beale Market is the dock of New Ross City. This is the intersection of the Barrow River and the Nore River. It is an inland port. The wide river can accommodate hundreds of thousands of tons of cargo ships. But if you go further north, Without the intersection of the Barrow and Nore rivers, they would not be able to bear such heavy freighters.
Therefore, New Ross City has become the only port of call for large cargo ships, and countless goods are transported from here to the inland every day.
Workers wore water boots and moved heavy boxes off the dock one after another. The strong smell of water floated in the air, and occasionally the high-pitched whistles of freighters could be heard.
This place no longer belongs to the Biel Market, but the fresh fish caught every morning will be transported to the market in the city through here, and the fish in the nearest Biel Market must be the freshest.
Many greedy cats lie on the pier, circling around the fisherman, relying on their beauty and cute and charming appearance to defraud fresh fish.
Cats' food intake has always been a mystery. Whenever you think it can't eat, it can always change the way it eats and stuff in two mouthfuls.
"Boss, what are we doing here?"
Looking at the surrounding warehouses and freighters used to store goods, I was a little confused with the message in the oil paper bag in my arms: "Are you going to buy fish?"
"No, we're here to meet someone."
"Meeting whom?"
"of course..."
Ma Wei looked at a low, red-crested house made of stones in front of him:
"Dino's nephew, Alan Thomas."
