Chapter 78 Good evening, Mr. Bishop

Who on earth wants to harm me? !

At this moment, Moser thought with gritted teeth in his heart.

Looking at the angry people in front of him, he seemed to realize that he was at a crossroads that would determine his future destiny.

It is safe to say that everything that happened tonight would spread throughout the entire city in an instant, not just to the southern provinces, but even to the imperial capital thousands of miles away.

If he can't handle the current crisis well, then he's really finished.

Moselle's legs felt slightly weak.

However, after experiencing countless storms over the years, his character is naturally far superior to that of ordinary people.

So even though his mind was confused, his face was only slightly stiff and he did not show any panic.

If even he himself panicked, then the situation would be completely irreversible.

Thinking of this, Moser took a deep breath.

Feeling the various looks in front of him, he suddenly shouted: "Quiet!!!"

Sound waves mixed with extraordinary power swept across the entire venue.

As if they noticed that Bishop Moser did not show too much misconduct at this moment, the people who still held a glimmer of hope in their hearts looked at each other for a while, and then decided to listen to what he was going to say first.

The originally noisy scene gradually quieted down.

Seeing this, Moser breathed a sigh of relief.

"You must be thinking that Moser is a greedy guy. He has so much money. He must have pocketed all the donations and offerings to the Lord. Isn't that right?"

"In your mind, am I, Moser, such an untrustworthy person?"

Moselle said coldly.

Seeing the usually kind and amiable bishop's extremely serious and angry expression at this moment, some believers subconsciously did not dare to look him in the eye and chose to look away.

Yes, could Mr. Moser, who was kind and caring about his followers, really be a greedy and dark guy? Many people were confused.

The public is so gullible.

In the face of authoritative and credible words, no matter how outrageous and unreasonable his actions are, he can always justify them.

After all, Moselle represents the Tenli Church.

In the hearts of these believers, the visible and tangible Bishop is more concrete and real than the Lord of billions of stars who has never performed miracles.

They believe in the true God of the church, but they do not believe in Him alone.

Because a large church is a whole composed of countless detailed people and things.

As a part of this whole, Moselle is the object of deep trust of the people of Orne.

This kind of trust relationship is actually a means of maintaining faith.

Looking at everyone who had fallen into silence, Moser felt relieved.

The most difficult stage has passed.

He went on to say, "Since you are all very curious about why the Tenli Church never participated in this fundraising event for disabled soldiers, I will take this opportunity to answer you."

"The Lord has taught us to be good people, do good things, and not turn a blind eye to the suffering of others."

"In order to follow His teachings, we have been thinking about whether we can do our part for the soldiers who are defending our country since we learned the news."

"So, the silence these days does not mean that the church is indifferent, but that it is using all its connections to secretly raise money."

"As you can see." Mosel pointed to the gold coins scattered on the ground, "These, and those, and all of them in the box behind you."

"These are all charitable donations made in the name of the Tianli Church. They are not my personal property as you think."

"You guys, do you understand?"

Moser said word by word with a serious expression.

This is of course a lie.

If he really donated all the money, he would never see the sun tomorrow.

This move is just a delaying tactic out of necessity.

In his view, the people are creatures without memories.

It would be easy to divert their discussion of this matter by simply creating a few hot news stories in the city of Orne in the next few days.

"I see?"

"That's one million, more than all the other churches combined!"

“Does my donation also count towards this?”

"It's really worthy of being the Tianli Church!"

Looking at the people's excited discussions, Moser immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

He thought he had barely passed this level.

But unexpectedly, the next second, a discordant voice suddenly came from outside the crowd.

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"Oh? Mr. Bishop, you mean that the one million gold coins behind you are all used to donate to the disabled soldiers of the empire?" The owner of the voice said as he parted the crowd. "In that case, I would like to thank you and the church for your generosity on behalf of the Duke."

The moment he heard this voice, Moser felt goosebumps all over his body.

It's that madman! He subconsciously looked up and saw a handsome young man in a coat, with black hair and blue eyes, striding towards him, surrounded by several guards.

"Sure enough. It's you."

Moser gritted his teeth as he recalled their first encounter at the charity dinner a few days ago.

It was because this little lunatic shot and killed the heir of the Mosgra family on the spot that he was severely punished by the second prince.

Unexpectedly, he was behind this incident.

No, perhaps since that night, he and the third princess had already brought Duke Tyreus on board and planned the fundraising event.

Therefore, this is an enemy that will never give up! A cold murderous intent appeared in Moser's eyes.

"Good evening, Monsieur Bishop."

Lynn's face was calm.

Then, as if he suddenly remembered something, he pulled a gun from his pocket and fired a shot into the air.

"Everyone, go home! Can't you see that the bishop is busy dealing with things? You are so tactless!"

Looking at this group of foolish people who could be manipulated and deceived by a few words from those in power, Lin En said impatiently.

After a commotion, people scattered in panic.

"Okay." Lin En felt his ears calm down a bit, and his complexion returned to normal. "Now that the crowd has dispersed and the fire has almost been put out, Mr. Bishop, should we talk about the donation of this money next?"

"You've been waiting for me here for a long time?!"

Moselle looked at Lynn with a gloomy expression.

At this moment, how could he not guess that everything that happened tonight was a trap set by this guy in front of him? First, he used public opinion to sow the seeds of dissatisfaction and suspicion in the hearts of believers, and then carefully arranged this fire to trick him out of the place where he hid the tax money.

Finally, in front of the believers, the seeds in their hearts were detonated.

How treacherous and shameless!!! Lin En shrugged: "Don't answer questions with questions, Mr. Bishop."

Hearing this, Bishop Moser immediately revealed a hint of sneer: "Do you think you have me in your hands? Do you think you can use public opinion to coerce the church and put me on the fire?"

"Just wait and see, you little bastard from the Bartleron family!"

Having said that, he turned around and prepared to leave.

But a light voice came again.

"According to the time, the Second Prince should be here soon."

(End of this chapter)