Archbishop Gates' promotion raised the level of the dinner held by the Church of Fortune that night, and they chartered the most prestigious luxury hotel in the City of Fortune.

No one was surprised by this, the birth of a fifth-order powerhouse was a major event that could affect the power structure, and it would have far-reaching international implications, and it was difficult to find someone in the world who would not be in awe of such a cardinal.

"The time is too rushed, and the original theme of this dinner is to celebrate the launch of Golden Harbor, all we can do is to expand the scale of the banquet, continue to expand, and make it more ...... Luxury. ”

Bill led Talos into the palatial banquet hall and introduced him in a tone that was a mixture of regret and excitement.

Naga understands this, Bill is a member of the Gates line, and his immediate boss has become a cardinal who can be compared to Pope Buffett III in terms of rank, and is very likely to become the next pope, so his status will naturally rise with the tide, and more resources can be allocated within the church.

"But it doesn't matter, I guess in early 19 days, the church will have a celebration dinner dedicated to Lord Gates. ”

According to tradition, the celebration officially announced to the world by a fifth-order powerhouse had to invite other professionals who were also fifth-order professionals to participate, and it was definitely a very grand event.

Talos's gaze swept over the rows of fine food, perhaps because the morning awakening [Jealousy] had consumed a lot of his energy, or because of the throbbing action brought to him by Bruce, he felt his stomach constantly wriggling, releasing a strong hunger signal.

"Personally, I'm looking forward to it, but I need to have something to eat before everything starts. ”

Talos took a glass of red wine from the waiter's hand—the presence of gluttony allowed him to taste the wine, but he didn't ingest any alcohol—and declared it to Bill.

He expertly picked up the clamp and soon filled the tray in his hand.

"Something to be expected. Bill placed another tray full of fine food in Talos' other hand, and the human bishop knew very well that one tray of food could only fill less than a tenth of the naga's belly, "It just so happens that I need to expand my network during this time." ”

"Please. Talos carried two trays and swam looking for a seat.

The identity of the Talos Naga Sea Clan, and the fact that he made a beeline for the food area as soon as he entered, confused and a little disdainful to many who noticed him.

As Bill said, it's a great opportunity to network, and not any one dinner party brings together such a large number of high-ranking professionals, imperial magnates, and celebrities from all over the world.

What's more, there are also two fifth-order powerhouses of the Fortune Church, Buffett III and Gates, in person at the dinner, if you are lucky enough to talk about it, it is definitely a very bragging rights.

The act of putting social aside and eating with an open belly like Talos can be said to be very unusual - the food at the banquet is more important than being eaten, it is decorated and decorated.

However, when they saw that Bill, a bishop of the Church of Wealth, personally fetched food for Naga, they immediately snuffed out the little contempt that had just been born in their brains, and instead inquired about the identity of this young Naga, which objectively added a little popularity to Talos.

"Black truffle chicken pie, lava cake, baked cheese pasta, baked lobster...... You have a good appetite. A slightly hoarse voice rang out around Talos.

Talos looked up at a short bloodline knight with curly ginger hair, and replied not very enthusiastically: "Obviously, and you're a stranger, in every sense. ”

"You don't need to know the identity of a messenger, though I do know yours. The short knight tapped the corner of the table with an index finger, "Listen, Mr. Talos Nepton, I'm here to deliver the news: Tonight at 27 o'clock, that is, in 15 minutes, on the balcony of the third floor, there is a distinguished lord who wants to see you. ”

Talos slowly and methodically put a piece of cake into his mouth, savoring it in the impatient, waiting for a response, before refusing very dryly: "Not interested." ”

Naga didn't think that with his strength and status, with a third-order bishop Bill as his friend, and Gaz, who was close to Sandra, as his backing, who would be able to force him in the City of Wealth.

This was obviously not what the curly-haired short knight was hoping for, and he sat down very rudely in front of Talos, leaned over, and lowered his voice to threaten: "Do you know who that lord is? ”

"I don't know, unless—" Talos said in a long voice, "you tell me the answer now." ”

The short knight looked around cautiously with his anger, pursed his lips and nodded, before he controlled his low roar to a level just enough to be heard by Talos: "Your Highness, Your Highness Bruce wants to see you." ”

Bruce Fincher?

What does Bruce want to see him for?

In a split second, Talos thought of many possibilities, and then denied them one by one.

However, in the current world, he still sat in his seat, and after a short thought, he refused again in the face of the knight's urging eyes: "I'm sorry, I changed my mind." Or how about I set a time and place for him to come and see me?"

"You can get this message across to Bruce as it is, it's not a difficult thing for a good messenger, is it?"

"You have thought about it carefully, the person who invited you is His Highness Bruce, the second prince of the Golden Empire!"

"No, it's the second prince of your Golden Empire. ”

The short knight did not continue to argue with Talos, gritting his teeth and leaving in a rage.

Talos shook his head, not taking this little episode to heart, and continued to enjoy the food, the halfling chef that the Fortune Church had paid a lot of money for was too good to say.

But the other party obviously wouldn't give up easily, and just five minutes later, the short knight walked towards Talos menacingly.

He slapped a twice-folded, yellowed-edged piece of parchment on the table, then glared at Talos fiercely before turning away.

Talos could have imagined the level of anger that filled the short knight's heart at this moment, as could be seen from the parchment that had been tossed to the ground by the air currents caused by his turn.

"Hey—" Talos tried to call the other man back, at least after picking up the parchment before leaving, but the catch of what he caught out of the corner of his eye blocked the rest of his sentence.

It was a line of dragon language, and if translated into the lingua franca it would be "The Seven-Day Bible, verse 3."

The Seven-Day Bible!