"Mr. Smith, Mr. Michel, I knew you two were both capable people. You would definitely not fail in the lab."
Standing downstairs of the government office building, facing the howling cold wind and drifting snowflakes, the governor of Massachusetts looked at Smith and Michelle getting off the military jeep and forced a smile.
This was not because the governor felt reluctant, but because it was too cold here, so cold that the governor's facial muscles found it difficult to move.
The temperature outside was nearly minus 20 degrees Celsius. Although they had made certain protective preparations, their faces and hands were still exposed to the air and were very cold.
The north wind blew against the governor's cheeks, making him shudder and his skin break out in goose bumps.
He was already seventy years old, and by all means an elderly man. It was really too much for him to stand in the snow to greet Michelle and Smith.
"Mr. Governor, your words are too serious. Let's go inside and talk."
As a professional diplomat in the Church of Eternal Night, Michelle forced himself to speak, trying his best to keep his eyelids open.
All state legislators could clearly see that the black missionary uniform of the Church of Eternal Night on Michelle was tattered, with some bloodstains on his chest, and his left hand seemed to be injured by frostbite.
Michel escaped from the laboratory with great difficulty, but of course he paid a certain price.
Given the severity of Michel's injury, it will take him at least half a year to fully recover.
As Michelle spoke, the state legislators were eager to get into the building and enjoy the warmth.
So, after agreeing to each other, they entered the building and went straight to the third-floor conference room. There, the governor asked with some anticipation, "You two, can the great Lord of Eternal Night help Boston stop this strange and unpredictable snowstorm?"
"My Lord is merciful. Stopping the snowstorm is easy and hassle-free."
Smith said in a prim and simple manner, "But at present, there is no place in Boston where believers can listen to the Lord's teachings."
Smith's words had already formed the idea in the governor's mind that "it's difficult for me to do things for you with this little money."
As an official of the United States Federation and a governor elected by Massachusetts voters with one vote each, he really wants to say no to this "extortion"!
but...
The governor exhaled deeply, his eyes involuntarily moving to the window. Looking at the heavy snow outside, he couldn't help but feel subdued in his heart.
The governor forced a smile and said solemnly to Smith, "Don't worry. After the heavy snow ends, the government will demolish Redina Square and officially build it into the Church of Eternal Night. For now, Eternal Night believers can pray at St. Gray's Church!"
St. Gray's Church is a church built in Boston in the 18th century. The deity it originally worshipped was not widely believed in the United States.
Therefore, in the early 20th century, St. Gray's Church became a scenic spot. There are a large number of commercial shops around St. Gray's Church, which has become an economic prosperity zone.
Such a place is naturally useless in such heavy snow. Everyone is keeping warm at home, and their hands and feet are cold due to the sudden drop in temperature. How many people would go to the bustling areas to spend lavishly?
“It’s so nice of you to do that.”
Michelle and Smith exchanged a glance. After Smith nodded slightly, Michelle perked up a bit and took the initiative to speak, "If demolishing Redina Square is too costly and laborious, we don't mind converting St. Gray's Church directly into the Lord's Cathedral."
Governor: ???
The governor took a deep breath and said, "Everyone, if His Majesty from St. Gray's Church blames..."
The church is a symbol of God, so there is nothing wrong with borrowing it, but occupying the church like this is much more serious. In history, wars have often been caused by such situations!
"It's just a false god. It's an honor for it to be able to preach in its church."
Smith said with a straight face, "If I'm lucky, I might even become an angel serving my Lord."
Shocked!
This is no longer a matter of robbing someone's house. After robbing someone's house, you want them to be your slave and servant.
Is it really okay to do this?
Seeing the horrified look in the governor's eyes, Michel couldn't help but shake his head and said with a smile, "There are few people in this world who can compare to my Lord. It can be said that being able to become an angel serving my Lord is a blessing for them."
"I wonder if the Governor would allow the Church of St. Gray to be converted into the Church of Our Lord?"
Hearing Smith's voice, the governor gritted his teeth and said, "If that's the case, then of course it's fine. I'll have my men change the sign at St. Gray's Church right away. I'll also send a message to the entire city, encouraging all Eternal Night believers to go to St. Gray's Church and pray to the great Lord of Eternal Night!"
Now that things have come to this, the governor has no choice but to make up his mind!
The current situation is very simple. If he fails to handle the heavy snow incident, he will become a sinner in Massachusetts, and then he will have to step down. He may also be arrested by the US Federal Government on various charges and imprisoned.
Or he could welcome the Eternal Night Church and let it resolve the heavy snow incident, and then use the large number of believers in the Eternal Night Church to canvass for votes and maintain his current position!
In response to this, the governor could only sigh deeply, and couldn't help but think of the New York governor in his mind: Jetek should have the same idea, right?
Clearly, New York has succeeded. Today, 30,000 to 40,000 immigrants enter the city every day, countless wealthy individuals buy property there, and the Church of Eternal Night has become a new landmark in the city.
If Boston can replicate New York's model, it may become the second New York.
At this point, the governor can only think so.
On the other side, Michelle nodded solemnly after hearing this and promised the governor, "Eternal Night, as long as the believers in Boston can devoutly worship our Lord, within three days, this unprecedented heavy snow will surely stop, and Boston will return to its former prosperity!"
Compared to the confident Smith and Michelle, the Governor seemed somewhat glum. He could only nod gloomily and say, "God bless you, Lord Eternal Night! I believe that the great Lord Eternal Night can resolve the snowfall and bring love and hope back to Boston."
The arrow has been shot and there is no turning back. At this point, he can only place his hope on His Majesty the Lord of Eternal Night, who once annihilated the evil god with a single finger and saved New York from danger.
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