After learning that the gods needed the power of faith from their followers to become powerful, the fourth prince, Arthur, had already seized the lifeblood of Bishop Fowler.

Strictly speaking, Bishop Fowler was in the same situation as he was a member who was assigned to a remote area and was not welcomed.

Of course, some people go to remote and impoverished areas for training, but what else does Bishop Fowler, 74 years old experience?

After a few more years of training, he is afraid that he will be buried in the ground....

After grasping this key information, the fourth prince Arthur began to follow the path from the perspective of the believers.

What are you most afraid of when you believe in God?

Faith collapses!

Once faith collapses and people no longer believe in you, you lose the meaning of your existence.

Even if you are a 'god'.

Therefore, the Church of the Three Goddesses of Fate did not dare to overthrow the rule of the royal power and take sole power, because in that case, there would be no one to take the blame for them.

The royal family is here, and the people still think that the power is in the hands of the king and the parliament, and all kinds of taxes and laws are from these people, and most of the dissatisfaction caused is directed at the king and the parliament.

The Church hidden behind it can completely pretend to appear and 'negotiate' with the king and the parliament to win the benefits of the people, so that...

The people will appreciate them even more.

At that time, wealth, power, and fame were in the pockets of the Church, and they got everything, but threw the black pot on the king and the council.

If you want the cold wind to blow you can't blow yourself, 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 the higher-ups.

And the fourth prince, Arthur, can provide him with strong help.

The other party's words went into his heart.

"Hehe..."

Bishop Fowler took a sip from his glass, closed his eyes, felt the faint aroma of the wine in his mouth, and fell into deep thought.

He...

I wanted to come here and take over de facto control of the city of New Ross in the name of Wild, the goddess of church and health, and overthrow the fourth prince, Arthur.

But after listening to what he said just now, he couldn't help but think of the great achievements of the fourth prince Arthur in the past few years.

The other party has proven himself with strength.

New Ross City has developed so far, and it is thriving, and most of it is due to the blessing of the fourth prince.

Overhead the fourth prince Arthur....

Is it really good for yourself?

Yes, there must be, but this benefit, compared with not overthrowing the four princes, which is more important?

After weighing the pros and cons, Bishop Fowler had an answer in his mind and was ready to use the second set of methods.

He opened his eyes, looked at the young and handsome fourth prince Arthur, and softened his tone a little: "When you were born, the person who baptized you was the Archbishop of Ublley, who believes in the goddess of health, and I was also present at the time. Your mother, the reason why she chose us, is to hope that you will be healthy and free from diseases and disasters throughout your life. ”

"Now it seems that her wish has come true."

Arthur smiled slightly, bowed his head and said, "Goddess Wilde is above, she will definitely receive my sincere praise and gratitude." ”

Bishop Fowler's gaze softened again, and he patted the shoulder of the cloak man beside him: "Your Royal Highness, please look. ”

Arthur looked up, the cloak fell, the long black hair rolled down, it was a beautiful girl, white and immaculate face, dark blue eyes, quiet and elegant posture, like an elf out of the forest.

"Her name is Yin Fulin, and she is the saint in charge of communicating with the goddess Wilde in the diocese, dignified and beautiful, and has a noble status...."

Bishop Fowler whispered, "Your Highness, she has admired you for a long time, but according to the doctrine, a holy woman cannot marry until she is eighteen years old, so I can only wait until she is old enough to bring her to see you." ”

Arthur didn't speak, but looked at Yin Flin directly, until he lowered his head shyly, and then withdrew his gaze stupidly, raised his wine glass, and saluted Bishop Fowler.

When drinking, his eyes also glanced at Yin Fulin from time to time.

These actions were all taken into account by Bishop Fowler, and it was clear that neither side said anything, but they already knew it.

"Tomorrow evening, I will hold a banquet, and I will invite all the knights and gentlemen of New Ross City." Arthur smiled and said, "Bishop Fowler, do you have time tomorrow night?" ”

"Oh, it's tiring to make the long journey, but I think I'll have time."

"I don't think you should go to the banquet alone..."

"Of course not, banquets are a great opportunity for young people to interact with each other, and I like the beauty of adults the most..."

Having achieved his goal, Bishop Fowler had no intention of staying, and he had to go back to discuss plans for other churches.

"Your Royal Highness the Prince, we still have something to do, so we will leave first, please stay."

"Okay."

Rising to take his leave, Bishop Fowler left the banquet hall with Yin Flin and Satuk, mounted their horses, and drifted away.

When they were gone, the smile on Arthur's face disappeared little by little, and his gaze was cold, gloomy as if it could drip water.

Smack!

The wine glass in his hand was pinched and exploded by him, the splinters scratched his palm, and the blood flowed.

The maid exclaimed, quickly took out a handkerchief, and bandaged his wounds.

"Old bastard..."

In the midst of the scolding, a sense of powerlessness rose in Arthur's heart.

He never imagined that Bishop Fowler would bring a holy woman to 'marry' him.

This is also a statement, the Church of the Three Goddesses of Fate can not interfere in the affairs of New Ross City, and you can also cooperate with him, but you, the fourth prince Arthur, must marry Yin Fulin.

As the biggest controller of 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 his strength as before.

Yin Fulin is an eye, an eye that follows him anytime and anywhere!

"Father Mavi, what are they doing?"

"I just got word that they were... Visiting the Bill Market..."

"I'll write a letter, and you can send it to the Church of Truth, and then notify the others and call an emergency meeting."

"Yes, Your Highness."

...............................

At the end of the Biel Market, there is the wharf of New Ross City, which is the confluence of the Barrow River and the Knoll River, which is an inland port, and the wide river channel can accommodate more than 100,000 tons of freighters, but if it is further north, the Barrow River and the Knoll River cannot bear such a heavy freighter without the confluence.

As a result, New Ross City became the only large freighter to dock, from where countless cargo were transported inland every day.

Workers in water boots carry heavy boxes from one heavy box to another on the docks, and the air is thick with the smell of water, and the occasional high-spirited whistle of a freighter can be heard.

It's no longer part of the Biel Market, but the fresh fish caught every morning is transported to the city's market, and the nearest Biel Market is always the freshest.

Many greedy cats lie on the docks, circling around the fisherman, relying on their beauty and cute and charming appearance to cheat fresh fish one by one.

The cat's appetite has always been a mystery, and whenever you think it can't eat, it can always change the fado and stuff it into two bites.

"Boss, what are we doing here?"

Looking at the warehouses and freighters used to store goods around him, the communication with the oil-paper bag in his arms was a little puzzled: "Do you want to buy fish?" ”

"No, let's meet someone here."

"See whom?"

"Of course..."

Ma Wei looked ahead at a low, stone-built red crest house:

"Dino's nephew, Alan Thomas."