Royal Gold Medal County Magistrate

“We're doomed! The Father's in jail. I knew it!”

In Hope's mansion, Lai Gou'er was playing with a delicate instrument when Hope rushed in, looking frantic.

Lai Gou'er's heart tightened, and the object in his hand fell to the ground, smashing into pieces.

He exclaimed in shock, "What happened? Tell me quickly!"

Hope took a couple of breaths, "Luckily, I specifically asked about it yesterday. Someone from above got back to me, saying the Father directly contradicted the Pope, who was furious and locked him up on the spot. They're preparing a public burning at the stake in the square tomorrow. The official announcement should be posted soon... My God, the people above me are scared to death, thinking he has something to do with me. He's got some nerve!"

Damn it! He was acting like nothing was wrong the day before, and then he turns around and tries to fight them. He's been planning to die all along!

Just because his faith is shattered, does he have to go so hard?

Lai Gou'er swallowed, "This... What exactly happened?"

Hope said with a bitter face, "The specifics aren't clear, but it's said the scene was very intense. He's definitely going to die!"

"Can you use your connections to get him out? I'll pay!"

Hope shook his head violently, "No, no! I can help you with other things, but I really can't do anything about this, brother. We can curse the Church in private all we want, but openly causing trouble like this is a death sentence. I have a family to support... Maybe just let it go. That's how it is in this world. It's always the good people who die."

"Is there really no way to help me?" Lai Gou'er asked hopefully.

He had been working with Father Solje for quite some time.

Officially, he needed Father Solje in Fika as an important figure to mediate relations between the local church and Fika, although it seems useless now.

Personally, they were also good friends. He couldn't bear to just watch him court death like this.

Hope was very troubled, but his tone was unusually firm, "It's not that I don't want to help you, it's that I can't! If someone really wants to commit suicide, no one can save them. I also admire the Father, but I really don't have the ability. Besides, if I had the ability, wouldn't I help you? You still haven't agreed to make a deal with me."

"What if I decide to make a deal with you?"

"Then I still can't help you. Even if I have money, I have to be alive to spend it..." Hope said, when a thought suddenly flashed in his mind, "But there's a method you can try, though I can't guarantee it will work."

"Tell me quickly!" Lai Gou'er urged.

"Well... isn't the Father quite popular in the slums? If you could get a large group of people to plead and support him during the execution, I think there might be a turning point. The Pope, after all, can't disappoint his followers. Face is more important than anything." Hope licked his lips, "But that's just wishful thinking. Those poor devils are too timid and can't accomplish anything... Hey, where are you going!"

Before Hope could finish speaking, Lai Gou'er had already rushed out the door.

He was right. As long as he could mobilize the crowd to shout for help at the execution ground, there would definitely be a turning point.

The Church is different from a proper court. To a large extent, it relies on superstition and guiding people's hearts.

Currently, the Mutual Aid Society is in the slums. Based on their mobilization ability, they might really be able to accomplish this.

Without hesitation, Lai Gou'er went straight to the slums.

Following the location where he previously met with Dazhuang and the others, he found the two of them.

Pushing open the half-open broken door, the two of them were lying on the straw, fast asleep.

Lai Gou'er stepped forward and roughly pulled Dazhuang up.

Forced start-up!

Dazhuang mumbled groggily, "Huh... Time to work?"

"Work my ass! Wake the hell up!" Lai Gou'er roared, then shook Dazhuang hard a couple of times.

With this shaking, Dazhuang immediately became much more sober, and even Foberle, who was sleeping soundly beside him, was awakened.

The two rubbed their eyes, looking dazed. Dazhuang suddenly grinned foolishly, "Brother Gou, why are you here? Are you taking us home..."

"What home! The Father was arrested by the Pope and is going to be killed tomorrow!" Lai Gou'er said anxiously, "I'm asking you, does the Mutual Aid Society have the ability to mobilize a group of people to support the Father at the execution ground? Just support him!"

"What! The Father is going to be killed? He's such a good person. What happened?" Dazhuang looked incredulous.

"Don't ask about that. Just tell me if you can do it!"

Dazhuang pondered for a moment, then said confidently, "Yes! I brought fifty people from the Brotherhood. These core members will definitely listen to our orders. The Father has an excellent reputation here. A lot of people were still looking for him today after he left yesterday. Some people even cried, thinking he wouldn't come back. We should be able to mobilize them with a little encouragement, but there are people watching the entrance to the city during the day, so we'll probably have to force our way in."

"Alright, if anyone tries to stop you, fight them. Then don't waste any time, go do it quickly." Lai Gou'er felt slightly relieved.

Foberle said with difficulty, "Isn't this too rushed?"

"There's no time. You only have half a day. The execution is tomorrow in the square. You two hurry up and have one of you take care of this!"

"I'll go." Dazhuang responded and ran out the door in a panic.

Foberle immediately lay back down.

"Why the hell are you still sleeping? Are you brainless!" Lai Gou'er roared.

"I got up too fast, my head hurts." Foberle's face was flushed. After a while, he got up and asked, "Brother Gou, are there any other instructions?"

"How's the map of the Holy City that I arranged for you to draw coming along?"

Foberle scratched his head twice and pulled out a neatly folded piece of paper from under his butt, "It's finished. I thought you'd come to get it later."

Lai Gou'er unfolded it and was immediately overjoyed, "How did you draw it so detailed!"

When they met before, he had arranged for the two to depict a map of the Holy City in preparation for future needs. He didn't expect them to do it so well.

Almost all the institutions and streets of the entire Holy City were depicted in great detail.

Even the general distribution of institutions within the Temple Mount was included...

Foberle said proudly, "Don't look down on these poor devils in the slums. They run around the inner city at night, have been everywhere, so naturally the drawing is detailed."

"By the way, Brother Gou, why do you want a map of the Holy City?"

Lai Gou'er said in a deep voice, "Naturally, it's for a purpose. This trip to the Holy City opened my eyes. The Church is rotten to the core. Loyal and good generals like Solje are killed casually just because they said a few harsh words. Sooner or later, they will hinder Dajing's business, so we must prepare early."

"Having this map alone is not enough. You should try to develop your power locally as much as possible. If you need silver, ask me for it. In addition to the Holy City, get me the maps of the surrounding countries as well. If you have the ability, it's best to sort out the network of relationships for me as well."

Hearing this, Foberle's face immediately fell, "No way, how many years will I have to work on that? Are you ever going to let me go home? I haven't paid off my mortgage yet!"

Lai Gou'er's expression suddenly became solemn. He put a hand on Foberle's shoulder and said earnestly, "The imperial court will definitely reward your contributions greatly, and the suffering you have endured will certainly be compensated. The better you do, the sooner you can go home."

Foberle cried, "Is there a specific time? I live in a garbage dump every day, sweeping the streets. Can you find someone else to ruin?"

"Don't ask, just do it well! The days will get sweeter and sweeter!"

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