Chapter 223: How Shall I Teach You How to Proselytize?
In a restaurant owned by Sophia in the eastern part of NafΓ©, Randolph walked in a red cloak.
"Bishop Randolph, some days are gone." Claire sat down in her chair and waved her hand and greeted with a smile.
After seeing Claire, Randolph's face deteriorated a little, but he still walked over and sat down opposite Claire, "It's been a few days since I saw Claire, Lord Viscount can be idle these days, right?" β
Claire smiled and didn't answer the question, but asked, "Is there something wrong with Randolph calling me over?" The meeting was with Claire, whom Randolph had invited on his own initiative.
Randolph smiled and asked rhetorically, "Did I call you here?" Obviously, you forced me to meet with you to negotiate. β
Claire still maintained a friendly smile on her face, Randolph put away the smile on his face, and said straight to the point: "Let's not say so many polite words, be honest, if there is anything to say directly." β
"Okay." Claire nodded directly, "I don't want your Church of Light to preach in Nafu City, can you do it?" β
Randolph snorted coldly, and said with an unkind face: "This is impossible! Missionary is our mission! β
"And what about adding these?" Claire pulled out a stack of documents from her arms and placed them on the table, pushing them over with her hand.
Randolph picked it up and looked at it suspiciously, and the more he looked down, the more shocked the expression on his face became, and his pupils shrank.
Swallowing his saliva, he hurriedly asked, "Where did you get all this news?" β
If the above information is true and spread, then the Church of Light will be completely ruined in the kingdom, and the white bishop will try to get involved in politics...... The cardinal assassinated a nobleman of the rank of earl, and the heir to a certain great nobleman was actually the son of a priest......
Once this kind of rumor involving the nobility spreads, it is not something that their church can suppress.
Claire spread her hands, "I don't know, people took the initiative to send it to me." β
"Then why didn't you spread the word......" Randolph reached out to cover his mouth as soon as he opened his mouth, and he lost his words.
"I'm not interested in being a substitute for some people." Claire poured herself a cup of tea and tasted it slowly, "This news can indeed give you a fatal blow, but you will definitely be the first to take me before you fall, won't you?" β
Randolph took a deep breath, fortunately Claire was a smart person, if it were someone else, he might be used as a gun, then the church ...... The consequences are unimaginable.
However, they also thought that Claire was a smart person, otherwise those people would not have passed on the news to Claire and tried to use him to bring down the church.
Claire put down the teacup in her hand, looked at Randolph and asked with a chuckle, "Am I the one who has the most knowledge of the church's black material now?" They don't have as many messages as I do......"
As far as the letters Claire received are concerned, there are no less than ten forces that have sent him news, and the combination of this document is enough to directly discredit the church, if they spread it alone, it will only give the church a headache at most, and it is not enough to kill the church.
Hearing Claire's words, Randolph stared into his eyes and asked, "What do you want to do?" β
"On the condition I just mentioned, I don't want to see your Church of Light in Nafu City." After Claire finished speaking, she also stared directly into Randolph's eyes.
Randolph soon felt a sense of oppression that did not belong to his age, and Claire's eyes were like a dragon of indifferent life.
"The Church of Light must have a church in Nafu, but we can take a step back and the missionary activity can be reduced and not as frequent as it was when I was there."
"No, you can have churches, but you can't have missionary activities."
Randolph: "......"
In the end, he gritted his teeth and responded: "Okay!" β
Claire waved her hand and condensed a mage's hand to take back the document in front of Randolph, who subconsciously grabbed it, but didn't catch a single one.
Claire tilted her head slightly, shook the paper in her hand, and asked, "What do you want this thing for?" Do you want to go back and enjoy it? β
Randolph hurriedly said: "I have agreed to your conditions, then should you give me this thing!" β
Claire looked at each other with a look of foolishness, and said, "You can rest assured that I gave it to you?" Think I won't leave a backup or other evidence? β
Randolph: "......" is true, but you can't just say it.
Claire shook the document in her hand again, "Don't think about stealing these things back, or killing me." If I die, then the first thing you will do is not to celebrate, but to figure out how to solve these things. You should believe that I can do these things. β
Randolph sighed, this time he was completely led by the nose during the negotiation process.
"Don't worry, we're not going to do such stupid things."
"That's good."
"Anything else?" Randolph didn't want to stay here anymore.
"Have you eaten?" Claire asked thoughtlessly.
Randolph was stunned, shook his head and said, "It's not ...... yet."
"I just ordered, I should be coming up now, let's eat together."
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"Okay."
After a while, someone brought a series of delicious dishes.
"Try it, it's the same as the one in Wangdu." Claire said as she picked up a piece of meat with a knife and fork.
Randolph looked at Claire who was so daily, and the irritability and pressure in his heart disappeared a lot inexplicably, and he also picked up a knife and fork and ate it.
"Will you still be in Nafu?" Claire asked.
Randolph shook his head, "No, Bishop Rachel of Ross City has been punished, and I'll take his place." β
Although there was no bishop-level priest in the church's punishment proclaimed to the outside world, private punishment was also indispensable, and Bishop Rachel of Ross City was assigned to a remote city.
"Ross City, the second largest city in the kingdom, you are promoted, congratulations."
Randolph smiled, "It's okay. β
"I think you're a good person, but it's a good thing for me to leave Naffu, and you've caused me a lot of trouble during your time."
Randolph raised his glass, "I took these words as a compliment to me from Lord Viscount, but in the end, even with the help of the church, I lost to you. Speaking of the latter, Randolph's tone was a little unwilling.
"Hahahaha." Claire laughed, and suddenly changed her words, "Why don't I teach you how to preach?" β
Randolph was also interested, "Tell me about it?" β
Claire's fingers tapped on the table, "Build hospitals, schools, and other public facilities in the name of the church, and don't go to compulsory missions, so that people who have received church benefits will have a good impression of your Bright Church even if they are not religious, and if they have the opportunity in the future, they will become a member of your church, which is not much more effective than the performances you spend millions of gold coins on?" β
A gleam flashed in Randolph's eyes, and he stood up and bowed deeply to Claire, "Taught." β
Claire continued to laugh: "Don't think about using it on me, I will naturally say it, and there will be a way to counter it." β
"Of course not."
"Then who is the successor pastor of Nafu?" Claire took out a napkin, wiped her mouth, and stood up.
"It's not settled yet."
"Did you put that Omar to death?" Claire asked, remembering the smiling face Omar had when she left Naffu.
"How could we do such a thing!" Randolph immediately retorted.
Claire didn't refute either, and said with a smile: "Then you can consider letting him come back and continue to take over." β
Randolph nodded, anyway, with Claire here, their church in Nafu City can't take it, and it's not impossible to let that Omar come back.
"Then I'll go first, Bishop Randolph, you eat slowly, see you later." Claire waved her hand and left her seat.
"See you soon, Lord Viscount." Randolph also bowed slightly to Claire who was far away, which was his respect for such a strong opponent.
At the entrance of the restaurant, Claire said to the waiter on the side: "Yes, it's the man in red, he will pay the bill." β