The Patriarch of Lisbon looked at Donovan's departing figure and narrowed his eyes slightly.

I didn't care before, but the little guy has been acting more and more presumptuous these days, and two days ago, he even found that the manuscript on his desk had traces of being peeked at.

What he said just now was a blow to Donovan, and as for the suspicions that might be aroused, those who were dressed in red robes like him, the Patriarch of Lisbon did not care at all.

Not to mention that he has won the trust of His Majesty the Pope, and is in charge of the affairs of the Holy Radiance City, he has already cultivated a force within the Holy Sect that is only loyal to himself.

"Even if they suspect me, so what?", he thought indifferently, after all, that big thing was about to happen.

In a short time, Donovan opened the door of the warehouse, led by the guards, and hurried back to the Patriarch of Lisbon.

"My lord, the door has been opened. ”

The Patriarch of Lisbon nodded and waved the guards back. He walked into the warehouse and began to inspect the various storage in the warehouse.

At the time of the tragedy that had taken place in the Sanctuary, the Patriarch of Lisbon had no choice but to send the refugees into the warehouse, which was empty and looked shabby.

But now, as soon as I open the door of the warehouse, a refreshing aroma comes out, which is the unique fragrance of rice, and just by smelling it, I feel that my stomach is warm and there is a feeling of "fullness".

This is the aroma that the old grain will never have, and in this aroma, it is mixed with the salty aroma and oily smell of the cured meat, which is even more appetizing.

In just one month, the warehouse has changed dramatically. The empty warehouse was filled with all kinds of food, especially fresh wheat and cured meat, all of which were found from the cellars of the nobles who raided the house, and I don't know how they preserved the freshness of the food in this cold winter.

The Patriarch of Lisbon nodded with satisfaction as he looked at the barn full of grain, and then turned to Donovan and said, "While the outside world thinks that we are short of stock, try to buy as much grain as possible from those nobles and store it." ”

"In this day and age, no amount of gold or jewelry is as good as food. There is food in the hand, and there is no panic in the heart. ”

Donovan nodded, indicating that he had made a note of it. He hesitated for a moment, saw that there was no one around, and finally asked a question that had been held in his heart for a long time: "My lord, where did the grain from before be hidden?"

As a confidant of the Patriarch of Lisbon, he knew the whole plan of the Holy Church at the time of the famine. Therefore, he also knew that the Holy Sect had been stored for about ten years, but what made him puzzle was where the grain was hidden.

After all, those refugees had dug three feet into the ground and searched the entire sanctuary.

The Patriarch of Lisbon laughed, he shook his head and said, "Don't say it, don't say it. Donovan, you haven't found out yet, which means you're still not religious enough. ”

Donovan was stunned for a moment, and said in his heart, "How does this have anything to do with piety?", he quickly lowered his head and said in a deep voice: "You have learned that Donovan has been busy with teaching affairs these days, and he hasn't gone to the confessional room to confess for a long time. ”

The Patriarch of Lisbon was noncommittal, he walked two steps around the entire warehouse, looked at the warehouse full of grain, and sighed: "The previous famine has taught us a truth: in this troubled era, grain is the most useful hard currency, and nothing else can compare with it." ”

"After all, people have to eat, and as long as there are people, anything can be done. Those aristocrats who usually seem arrogant and invincible are still defeated in front of food and fall into disadvantage. ”

Donovan nodded yes, not his flattery, but genuine admiration. No matter how much he resented the old man in front of him, he had to admit that the plan drawn up by the Patriarch of Lisbon was really ingenious and exhaustive.

Not only did he guess the true intentions of the nobles, but he also used the nobles' plans to win the hearts of a large number of people in Shenghui City, and incidentally dealt a blow to the power of the nobles and weakened the power of the nobles.

And it is precisely because of the admiration, even awe, of the Patriarch of Lisbon, mixed with jealousy. It was with this inexplicable feeling that Donovan embarked on the path of rebellion.

For he knew that when it came to wisdom and disposed of things, it was to tie ten of them together, and they were far less than the Patriarch of Lisbon. And as long as the Patriarch of Lisbon remains in a high position within the Holy Church, when will he Donovan climb the tower?

Do you really want to be like the gray-haired old man, who spends his life studying the holy scriptures, abiding by the rules of the religion, and having few desires all his life, locked up in a small house in pursuit of the unreachable god, so as to put on that red robe?

Donovan couldn't help but shudder at the thought of this, what is the difference between this and those prisoners who are imprisoned in the black cells of the Inquisition?

Donovan would not allow his life to be wasted, and the Patriarch of Lisbon, his guide, would in the future become a mountain that would be difficult to climb as he climbed ascent. When will he be able to rise to the top? follow Lisbon himself as a cow and a horse, counting on his handouts, or will he stay up until Lisbon dies of old age and take his place?

Donovan didn't want to choose either of these options, but he couldn't wait even a second, so he could give up everything, even the heart.

The karmic fire called ambition burned his mind all the time, and then every part of his body, causing Donovan to suffer and even madness, and he couldn't even sleep peacefully at night.

Donovan, however, was at ease with this pain, often saying to himself, "That's how I get like a man." He often recalls his days in the orphanage, where the children were happiest only on New Year's ceremonies or on major festivals when they could get a candy or two.

However, unlike the silly children who are satisfied with a candy or two, Donovan was born in Manny and knew what the children of the rich and noble ate on a daily basis.

One meal is enough for an entire orphanage for a year. "Why can't I live like that?", this is a phrase that Donovan often asked himself when he was a child.