Noble Emblem

"Aren't you afraid of destroying the character you played before?"

In response to Beta's question, Monica chuckled and said, "No. It's normal for a woman to be emotionally moved by a handsome man. Besides, I'm a poor man now, and now I'm in a position of power, so it's natural for me to be arrogant."

Beta was a little surprised: "You know a lot about human nature."

"Not really, but I've observed how women who come from poor backgrounds behave when they suddenly reach a high position. Most of them will be like this, and only one or two can be more restrained occasionally."

Beta nodded: "Men and women are the same in this regard."

Monica continued: "It's true. You, the Pope of the God of Wealth, have to play a gigolo. Wouldn't you feel suffocated? And if you are discovered, the reputation of your sect will be damaged. "

Beta touched his dyed hair and a pair of brown eyes: "Ordinary people can't see it. And who would have thought that a Pope would go undercover in the enemy's base camp."

Speaking of this, Monica also admired: "You are the most daring high-ranking person I have ever seen. This matter is usually done by subordinates. This is the first time I have seen a leader personally do it. "

"Next, what should we do?" Beta asked.

Monica thought for a while and said, "It depends on how much time you have. If you have enough time to stay in this city, then we can act cautiously. If you have less time, then use some radical methods."

"Be more cautious." Beta said, "After all, safety comes first."

Monica looked at him in surprise: "Are you worried about me?"

Her expression suddenly became excited: "Does this count as you treating me as your own?"

Beta said lightly: "After all, you are Sasha's elder sister, and there is no direct conflict between you and me. Just don't blame me for ruining your good things in France."

Monica said happily: "Let the past be the past. Anyway, I am not as interested in the throne as you think."

Beta always felt that Monica was an ambitious woman. But she knew that after Sasha became queen, she did not go back to find trouble with Sasha, but ran to the Holy City of Life and started from scratch again.

It has to be said that those who are capable can survive anywhere.

In just over a year, she actually climbed to the position of bishop.

"Since you have enough time, I can take my time. Let's do something to build up my reputation first." Monica thought for a while and said, "I will continue to treat the poor for free. But I am a little short of money recently. Beta, why don't you invest in me, just like other businessmen invest in young nobles they like."

"How much do you need?"

Although Beta's tone was indifferent, there was a sense of confidence in it.

Monica heard this confidence and said bluntly: "The more the better."

Beta waved his hand, and a pile of gems scattered on the table. There were at least hundreds of them, each about the size of a baby's fist.

These colorful "stones" reflecting bright light made Monica scream.

Although she never thought these things were so beautiful when she was in the Kingdom of France before. But now that her status is different and she is beginning to be very short of money, she also knows how to appreciate the "beauty" of these things.

After all, people with poor ambitions are short.

Moreover, due to Beta's "contribution" recently, most types of gems have become a strategic resource. Depending on the purpose, the price has at least doubled, and the value of some rare gems has increased several times.

The gold coins exchanged for any of these gems can sustain her operating funds for a long time.

"Are these all mine?"

"All for you." Beta nodded.

"Is it me who supports you, or you who supports me?" Monica exclaimed, and she suddenly clasped her hands and said, "With these gems, I suddenly have an idea."

Beta looked at her, waiting for her explanation.

"The saint of our cult likes gems very much." Monica said, "Maybe I can use these gems to get in touch with her. What do you think?"

Beta shook his head: "I am not familiar with the Life God Church, you follow your own steps."

Monica smiled lightly, and even the gloomy and cold feeling on her body weakened a little: "You really trust me."

Beta just smiled and said nothing.

He always believed that if you use people, you should trust them, and if you doubt people, you should not use them. If the other party really harms me, it is because I don't know how to judge people, and I can't see the other party's true face after a long time of getting along.

This is a problem of ability.

And using people is a problem of method.

These two are not contradictory.

"Then you rest here first, and go to the slums with me tomorrow to help those people with free medical care."

Beta looked around: "It seems that there is only one bed here."

"We can sleep together..." Monica suddenly pretended to be very aggrieved: "Can you bear to let me sleep on the floor alone?"

Beta chuckled and flashed into the mansion space.

Looking at the empty bedroom, Monica sighed and seemed quite unhappy. But she knew that Beta must be watching her in another plane.

Then she went to bed with her clothes on. She slept very soundly and deeply. When she woke up, the sun was shining on the bed.

Monica woke up, stood up suddenly, and then saw a picture that made her confused.

Beta sat at the table, slowly eating a sumptuous breakfast, and next to him, there was a pretty but cold maid serving her.

The clothes worn by the maid felt a little familiar to Monica. When she thought about it carefully, she realized that this was the one that Beta gave her after she ruined her clothes last time.

It turned out to be this woman's... No, Monica was completely awakened from the drowsiness of getting up at this time.

"Beta...who is this woman? And where did you get these breakfasts?"

Beta patted the table lightly: "Don't ask so many questions first, let's talk after breakfast."

oh!

Although she was eating breakfast, Monica looked at Julie beside her with a puzzled expression. After finishing eating, she stared at Beta blankly, hoping that he would give her an explanation.

Any woman will have a similar reaction when she sees another beautiful woman in her family.

"This is my maid, Julie." Beta said, "She is usually responsible for taking care of my food, clothing, and daily life."

"Normally?" Monica was very smart, and she immediately thought of a very reliable possibility: "Your magic space can hide a large number of living people."

Beta nodded, waved his hand, and put Julie into the mansion's magic space.

"This is really amazing." Monica said blankly: "It has been many years since there was a space that could hide a large living person."

Beta smiled indifferently.

Monica looked at Beta and hesitated to speak.

"You can't learn it, just give up." Beta knew what she was thinking and blocked her mouth directly: "You don't have space talent, I can see it. You can barely learn simple space magic, But the spatial theory involved in the space of mansion art is beyond your reach.”

Monica let out a long sigh, feeling a little disappointed.

The magical space that can hide people must be very large. With such a large space, it is quite convenient whether you are at home or out. After all, once important things are placed inside, no one can take them out. It is also convenient to access and save a lot of effort.

"Then let's go to the slums first."

Monica walked out of the bedroom and saw three professionals hired yesterday waiting not far ahead.

When these three people saw the hostess and Beta coming out together, their eyes were strange. No one will be happy if someone else takes the cabbage they want to eat first.

After starting from the rich area and arriving at the slums, Monica walked to a low house. There was a simple table, and a simple chair.

Monica sat on the chair. When the poor people next to her saw this, they immediately ran to tell each other.

"Ms. Celia, you are here to give us free treatment again."

Seeing this scene, Beta was a little surprised.

And then something even more surprising happened to him. When Monica treated the poor people, she had a gentle smile on her face. No matter how dirty or smelly the poor people were, she was not impatient at all.

This expression lasted from beginning to end.

She could take a few bites of the hard and unpalatable dry food sent by the poor as if nothing had happened.

From their interactions during this period of time, Beta felt that Monica was definitely not such a patient person. In order to realize one's ambitions, one can completely hide one's true nature, which is also a skill.

At least Beta felt that he couldn't do this.

At night, Monica dragged her tired body back. The eyes of the three people who originally looked at her were filled with passion and some disdain.

And after just one day, their eyes had changed a lot, at least they had a little more admiration.

Most mercenaries are from civilians or even poor people, and they will have a certain respect for priests who are willing to treat civilians for free.

Back in the bedroom, Beta cast a magic to dispel fatigue on Monica, and then said: "If you can continue what happened today, the saints may compete in the future."

"I don't want to!" Monica shook her head: "A saint can only be a saint for ten or twenty years. And you can't find a man during this period. It's more of a symbol and so meaningless. If possible, I would rather be a female pope. "

When Monica spoke, ambition began to burn in her eyes like a blazing fire.

Beta felt that Monica was full of action.

It's just that it's a bit difficult to be a female pope. After all, there is no precedent. It's even harder than becoming a queen.