Chapter 149 Inserting a Nail

Everyone discussed in the office for most of the day before they dispersed.

Just when Paul wanted to lie on the table for a nap, the door of the office rang again.

"Come in."

The door opened, and Cecil, the intelligence director, was outside. He sneaked in and closed the door carefully.

"Cecil? Why are you so mysterious? Sit down first."

Cecil came to his desk, bowed slightly and sat down, lowering his voice:

"Lord Graman, I suddenly thought of something on the way back, so I came back to see you again."

"What is it?"

"It's like this..."

He straightened his body and said, "Miss Ladi is here, and she is always a dangerous factor for us."

"What? Are you crazy? She just saved me and one of the guards. Do we have to look at her with tinted glasses just because she is a witch? Besides, you have seen her daily behavior."

The Minister of Intelligence explained with a little embarrassment: "Sorry, what I said just now may be a bit ambiguous."

"What I mean is that given the public's view of wizards and the church's view of wizards, "If someone finds out that we have a witch hiding here and tells the church about it, it will be very bad for us."

Paul spread his hands helplessly: "You are right, I thought of that. But what can I do? Do you want me to drive her away, drive away someone who has fought side by side with me?"

Cecil waved his hands quickly: "No, no, I don't mean that."

"Then what do you want to say?"

Cecil lowered his already low voice and said: "An opportunity, an opportunity to reduce the threat from the church."

Paul became interested as soon as he heard it. He stared into Cecil's eyes and said, "Speak! Don't hide it."

"Do you know? The bishop of the Northwest Bay Diocese is about to step down from the bishop's position due to health reasons."

"Really? This I I haven't heard of it, but what does it have to do with us?"

"Who do you think will take over the bishop's seat?"

"Who is it?"

"It's the old abbot of the monastery near our town!"

Paul was a little surprised: "Abbot Leonard?"

"Hey, it's him! The old king reached an agreement with the Holy See at that time. Bishops in Ordo would give priority to appointing local people, so Abbot Leonard was chosen this time. The old abbot is very devout and loyal to the kingdom, so both sides like him. "

"Well, I know about this agreement, but what does it have to do with us?"

Cecil showed a sly smile: "My lord, listen to me slowly. Once Abbot Leonard left, the abbot's position of the monastery was vacant, right? And I called a few days ago. I found out that the old dean plans to let Father Anderson from our town take over his position as dean. "

"Father Anderson? Apart from being a bit nerdy, he is a nice guy. I heard that he was born in that monastery, so it is reasonable for him to go back and serve as dean."

"But I heard that he has been in a very bad mood recently, sighing in the church every day."

"Ah? Why? This is also considered a promotion, shouldn't he be happy?"

"Your Excellency doesn't know that Father Anderson, in addition to chanting and praying, has some small hobbies on weekdays."

"I know, doesn't he like to study various plants and small animals? The church yard is planted with flowers and plants."

"That's right, in addition to doing what a priest must do every day, he spends most of his time on this."

"I heard that he is a member of the Society of Enlightenment? This is not surprising. I feel that this group of people is more like a group of scholars."

"So you think, once he takes over the position of dean and manages such a large monastery, there must be a lot of things to do every day. Will he still have time for his hobbies? So he was always depressed these days, but he didn't dare to disobey the teacher's order. "

"I sympathized with him, and then what?"

Cecil laughed strangely, "Then our chance came. I see that Father Morrison is idle every day, why not let him help Father Anderson?"

Morrison was the priest who was forced to join the Shark Gang when Paul recaptured Fulan Port and met in the Fulan Port Church. Paul threatened him to work for him.

After returning to Lake Heart Town, Morrison was appointed as the dean of Weiss College. He also managed several "propaganda teams" and often went to the barracks to listen to the confessions of the soldiers, and by the way, instilled the "private goods" that Paul had given him into their brains.

In fact, it was not too idle, but Paul immediately understood the meaning of Cecil's words.

He suddenly shook the intelligence director's hands, which made Cecil flattered.

"I have been waiting for an opportunity all along! "

Paul stared at Cecil with sparkling eyes, "Now, this opportunity has been found by you, Cecil, you are really my capable subordinate."

There is no mistake in the content of the first issue of the book, and I will take a look at it!

Cecil broke out in a cold sweat, "That... Lord Earl. This thing may not be successful. If it doesn't work..."

The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. If it doesn't work, Lord Earl should not vent his anger on him.

"No!" Paul slammed the table, scaring the intelligence director.

"This thing must succeed. It's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I will go to the church to "visit" Father Anderson. "

...

In the church in Huxin Town, Anderson looked at the flowers and plants in a sad face.

In a few days, he will go to the nearby monastery as the dean. Who will take care of his flowers and plants, and the new priest who comes to take over the church will not shovel them.

He prayed to the gods sincerely: "The omnipotent Lord, please give me a method of beauty, that is, he can not violate the appointment of the teacher, and let me continue to take care of these cute and beautiful creatures."

"Father Anderson!"

Just as he just ended his prayer, he suddenly heard someone calling his name outside the door of the church yard.

"This sound? It is Earl Graman."

The lord can't be neglected. He immediately sorted out his clothes and walked respectfully to the door.

Before he walked to the door, Paul came in.

"Haha, Father Anderson! It's a long greeting. Speaking of me, since I was woken up by you, I haven't made a special look at you. I'm sorry!"

The priest waved his hand again and again: "Where! Although I am not a doctor, but saving the wounded is also one of the responsibilities of being a god servant."

"Come!"

As soon as Paul reached out, the guard next to him immediately handed him a wooden box.

"As compensation, I sincerely want to give you a gift!"

He patted the box with a sincere smile on his face.