Mystery: Beginning with the Pope of Night

What stupid thing is Claude doing! He actually handed over his economic power!

Several nobles who had a slight relationship with Archbishop Claude gritted their teeth as they looked at the appointment letter.

They knew that Claude asked the new bishop to act as an agent for the archbishop's affairs, but they did not expect that this kind of power could be given at will!

Are machines really fun? !

The atmosphere in the Hall of Order immediately fell silent, and all the nobles were suppressed by Klein's chips.

If the "Survival Act" cuts off the flesh of these nobles, then "economic rights" can cut off half of their bodies!

The ability to influence the kingdom's economy is completely out of scope here, because no one here dares to put such a bargaining chip on the table.

Not even King George III.

"Why is Bishop John so impatient? Aren't we discussing this?" This time it was Earl Hall who stood up.

In addition to being an earl, he is also a big banker and has extremely close ties with the Solomon Empire. Moreover, he is also one of the few people among the highest-ranking nobles in the group who did not participate in the discussion.

"Yes, we still need to discuss it. If you don't agree with the suggestion just now, we can discuss it again and find a method that is acceptable to both parties."

All the nobles opened their mouths and compromised.

But this time it was Klein who was uncompromising.

"No." Klein's tone was extremely cold.

“I don’t want to use my financial power, but I won’t never use it.”

Things that affect a country's economy are too terrifying. All Loen people will be affected, not just these nobles. Unless it is absolutely necessary, Klein cannot use this kind of power that can cause large-scale chaos if he is not careful.

"From now on, everyone will start discussing how to implement the Survival Act. I hope to see the implementation results of the bill within a week."

Klein looked at the other two archbishops who had been watching the show silently, nodded slightly, and turned around to leave.

He gave these nobles no chance to convince him.

"This lunatic!" a count cursed through gritted teeth.

"..." All the nobles looked ugly. They began to miss Archbishop Claude. This archbishop who was obsessed with studying machinery had never used "economic power" to threaten them.

"That's how it's decided." George III looked at Klein's leaving figure, smiled slightly, looked at the nobles with extremely ugly faces, and said slowly.

The waiter who had been trying to reduce his presence also used a golden hammer to ring the golden bell at this time!

Boom!

On the statue of "The Founder" outside the Palace of Order, a faint light flashed across the book of law held by the statue, recording the contents of this meeting.

Many nobles left with gloomy expressions. They had prepared for this meeting for so long, but they were humiliated like this. Many nobles were holding back their breath and could not release it.

Thinking about the "meat" that will soon be cut off from their bodies, their mood becomes even worse - yes, they can no longer resist. Once the "economic rights" come out, as long as they are not crazy, there will be no other idea.

"I didn't expect such a development at all." Qonas Kilger left together with Hvin Rambis. They were in the noble team, but they just watched a big show.

"...He turned out to be from our side, but that's right, he should be from our side." Hvin Rambis looked at the carriage belonging to the Dream Sect that was gradually moving away, and he had already accepted this fact.

Hvin Rambis didn’t need to look any further, the new bishop’s attitude couldn’t be more obvious.

"Then our preparations have to change." Qonas looked at Hvin Rambis and said.

But at this time, Hvin Rambis' eyes twitched. He seemed to have thought of something, and his tone became a little uncertain, "That's not something we can decide."

"What?" Qonas was stunned and then reacted, "Damn it!"

…

At the same time, in the carriage returning to the Dream Sect, Klein suddenly looked up and looked outside the carriage. A breeze blew by, and the door of the carriage opened quickly and closed silently.

Klein subconsciously wanted to respond, but his spirituality suppressed his impulse.

Can't resist!

At this moment, a figure quickly emerged in the carriage, wearing a complicated black dress and a sapphire ring.

Klein's pupils shrank, his body tensed but he didn't dare to move rashly.

It was actually Triss. The sapphire ring on her hand was not destroyed in that sacrifice. It was even deeper and more terrifying than before!

"The Bishop's spirituality is really keen." A very clear but charming voice came into Klein's ears and teased his spirituality.

"Who are you!?" Klein looked at Triss, who was more beautiful, bright, pure and holy than she was a few months ago, and his expression became serious.

He is now John Constantine, not the Klein who met Triss.

"Master Bishop, you can call me Triss." The combination of Triss's exquisite facial features is stunning in the world, and the sweet smile she shows now is enough to drive many men crazy.

Klein maintained a vigilant defensive posture, looking at Triss without saying a word, always ready to attack.

"Actually, it was Hvin Rambis who asked me to come here to seduce you." Triss's eyes flickered, and every movement seemed to have some kind of teasing meaning.

She is getting more and more scary, and it must have a lot to do with the ring... Klein is already on full alert.

"Hvin Rambis?" Klein seemed to have heard this name from Miss Justice. Is he the person in charge of the Psychological Alchemy Society? The "audience" approach? It was the demigod who had appeared next to Triss before!

"They want me to change your mind and make a decision that is good for the law."

"I just didn't expect that you are more noble and selfless than we thought. You would even go against the aristocracy for the sake of the poor. It's really..."

Triss's eyes were wide-eyed, full of admiration.

Fake... Klein made a calm judgment, and Triss on the opposite side also noticed something, and her charm was slightly restrained.

"I'm taking the liberty of visiting. I actually want the bishop to do me a small favor." Triss looked at Klein helplessly like a wounded little animal.

"I want to find my lover. His name is Sherlock Moriarty. He is also a member of your Dream Sect." There was a real resentment on Triss's face.

Klein's breathing was inexplicably heavy. Holy shit...how did I not know that I became your...person? !

"Huh?" Triss keenly noticed Klein's changes, and a smile suddenly appeared on her face, "Do you know him?"