Bishop Jason doesn't have a big idea of money, and in his perception, money is indispensable, but it is not very useful. It cannot buy the prosperity of the Church, nor can it buy the diligent improvement of the Holy Power, and the only use is for enjoyment and almsgiving. But the canonization power of the nobility is in the hands of the royal family and the presbyterian council, and neither the royal family nor the presbyterian council is a person who is short of money. To put it bluntly, the royal family, and any member of the Presbyterian Church, possessed staggering wealth.

The former is rich throughout the empire and will not accept bribes from the Church. For the latter, a small amount of money will not do anything, and can even be counterproductive.

So Jason didn't understand Rosie's thoughts and intentions, he thought the idea was a bit stupid.

But how does Jason know that money can lead to ghosts, as long as there are enough of them. Moreover, the apostles in the church, neither Rodean nor His Majesty the Pope, had a clear understanding of the political system of the empire. In a system where power is relatively centralized, money can do a lot of things that manpower and even miracles can't.

While the two were chatting, a wagon stopped outside the church.

Santos stood outside the cathedral with a frown, his face gloomy. He snorted coldly and strode into the church.

Rossi and Jason's small talk was interrupted by footsteps, and they both stood up at the same time, turning to look at Santos, the most famous underground king in Lyme City.

Santos was lanky, with short blond hair, and wore a dark red gown trimmed with gold trim, holding a civilization stick in his hand. As he stood there, his momentum swept across his face, filled with a violent flavor.

"You're Rosie?", Santos looked at Rosie carefully, shaking his head contemptuously, with a disdainful smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he felt unworthy of his solemnity. "Shall we talk?"

The butler waved his hand, and the servants who had followed him stood outside the door of the church, forming a wall of people to prevent the idlers from waiting to enter. Then he looked directly at Jason and smiled and invited Jason to leave.

Jason looked at Rosie with some concern, but Rosie patted his arm and gave him a reassuring look.

When the butler and Jason had left the church together, Santos hung the civilization stick on the shelf at the door of the church, and he strode over to the bench next to Rossi and sat down. He took out a pipe from his bosom, lit a match, and took a few puffs. Cyan smoke flew up, changing shape, "Give me everything you picked up, and forget it." ”

Rossi raised an eyebrow, he knew what Santos was talking about. He collected the muskets and bullets of Almodo's group, and if it weren't for Areth's explanation, he wouldn't have known that the world had implemented musket numbers. These muskets were a deadly thing for Santos, but they could make him uncomfortable.

"You are arrogant and confident. Rosie walked to the bench on the other side and sat down, crossed Erlang's legs, and looked at Santos with interest, "Forgive me for taking the liberty of thinking I'll give it back to you so easily?"

Santos sneered, glanced at Rossi out of the corner of his eye, and shook his head, "You're really young. Young people should do what young people love to do, but not challenging authority. Do you know? If I have one thought, there will be one more corpse in the river Shut up tomorrow, your corpse. If I were you, I would obediently send things to the manor outside the city. ”

Rosie kept smiling, "You're threatening me?"

Santos nodded indifferently, as arrogant as he wanted, "You're right, I'm just threatening you." And what about your answer? Young man?"

Rosie shook her head, "I'm sorry, it can't be your way, the last thing I'm afraid of is threats." ”

Santos laughed, but even if he was laughing, it didn't feel good, "You may not know what kind of energy I have in this city? He took a drag on his cigarette, "Besides, I'm just informing you, it really doesn't matter if you do it or not." Maybe today, maybe tomorrow, you'll be forgotten. The dead are the most worthless things. ”

"What about you, Dear Mr. Santos, if you die, you're worthless...... Stuff?"

Santos' smile narrowed, he turned his face to look at Rossi, looked at it for a moment, then stood up, walked straight to the hanger in the doorway, and removed his civilization stick. Just as he stepped out of the church door with one foot, he turned to look sideways at Rossi, "Good luck." After saying that, he left without looking back.

Jason walked in through the door, looking back at the distant carriage procession from time to time, with some concern. Faintly, he also heard the conversation between the two outside the door, and at this time he was worried, "You should promise him! Santos is very powerful, and he has a lot of outlaws. ”

Rossi doesn't care, compromise is a vice, with the first time there will be a second and a third. If he is facing a truly irresistible force, he will bow his head, but in the face of something like Santos that cannot be put on the table, he really has no need to compromise. Jason, including many more people, felt that Santos was very powerful, and those who opposed him were almost all dead, and everyone was afraid of him. But no one thinks the other way around, Santos is just the leader of a gang, and no matter how powerful he is, he must obey the rules of the game in this world.

He has killed many people and is safe and sound, not because he is strong, but because he has avoided danger within the rules. He never dared to kill the nobles, even those small nobles, he just gave them an ugly look, but he didn't dare to really do it. Because Santos knew very well that once he made his move, he would face the aristocratic group of the entire empire. These nobles may fight each other, but in the face of those who break the rules, they will huddle.

Santos's threat was not the slightest deterrent, and Rosie didn't take it to heart at all, and he had similar intentions to Santos.

Over the years, the Tiger Club has accumulated a lot of family funds, which are officially what Rossi desperately needs. Even if Santos doesn't come to him, he'll end up looking for him.

Seeing that his opinion was not taken by Rosie, Jason was a little angry, he really felt that Rosie had taken it too big. He had been in Lime City for almost seven years, and in those seven years he had seen too many things and rumors, and he also felt the endless intimidation power of Santos. He is like a mad dog, and those who offend him will not end well.

Rosie knew Jason's intentions, but his experience was not enough for him to understand what Rosie understood.

"Rest assured, these things will soon pass. Rocian soothed.

Jason sighed, "I hope so." ”

In Rossi's eyes, Santos is not something worth treating carefully, and the priority is not Santos's threat, how to make money.

Senjie was content with a budget of fifty gold coins a year, but in Rossi's view, the key to the church's growth was money.

Propaganda requires money, it takes money to buy people's hearts, and it takes money to bribe officials. Money is the core of development, and there is nothing to talk about without money. He targeted Santos, and in addition to the existing contradictions, the wealth accumulated by Santos was also something he valued. Even if there was no animosity between the two, Rossi would have targeted Santos.

First of all, he is a villain, a gang leader, full of evil, and has a very bad social reputation. Secondly, there is no trouble in killing him, he is not a nobleman, he is not an officer, and the empire will not care how a social tumor dies and in whose hands it dies.

In fashionable parlance, Santos is a tutorial boss in a grand single-player game, and defeating him will give you access to basic equipment.

While Santos was thinking about how to get rid of Rossi without being held accountable to the greatest extent, Rossi was also thinking about how to take out Santos as quickly and effortlessly as possible, and dismantle the Tigers.