Du Yuqi had taken the initiative in the conversation by retreating. He had almost figured out the other party's bottom line. After all, he still needed help, so he took the opportunity to express his gratitude:

"Saving a life is like putting out a fire, so please ask the priest to quickly call someone to help me treat this child. However, before that, I have to explain his identity. This Mr. Paul, if nothing unexpected happens, is the new Earl of Ratnes."

The priest could hardly believe his ears. He looked at the baby in front of him, who was wrapped in a diaper and had a lot of loose poop on his butt, and said in disbelief:

"Excuse me, sir, you just said this baby... Oh, Mr. Paul? Is it the new Count Ratnes?"

Du Yuqi nodded and said seriously:

"You are right."

The priest was stunned for a moment before saying:

"As far as I know, Earl Ratnes is indeed terminally ill and no medicine can cure him. I have personally gone to treat him, but at least he can survive for another two or three months. Even if he dies, he still has four sons and fourteen grandchildren. At the same time, he has a brother, and his brother also has a group of male descendants... There must be at least fifteen or sixteen people who have the right to inherit the family!"

"Count Latnes's brothers don't have a group of men, but two sons and six grandsons..." Du Yuqi added:

"To be exact, there are seventeen people who have the right of inheritance! But unfortunately, as far as I know, since the day before yesterday, all the male members of the Ratness family, including the son born to the married sister of the old Count Ratness, have been arrested and killed three hours ago."

The priest took a deep breath and didn't know what to say.

Du Yuqi said:

"The baby I brought with me was an illegitimate child that old Count Ratness accidentally raised when he went out of town hunting a year ago. No one could have imagined that at his age, he could still make a woman pregnant. This blind spot in thinking led to the successful concealment of the existence of this baby. Before old Count Ratness died, I was the only one by his side, so he told me this secret and asked me to pass on his only bloodline."

The priest was of course very shocked, but he soon realized that if Du Yuqi lied in this regard, it would actually do him no good at all. The crime of impersonating an imperial noble was a very serious crime, so he believed it 80% in his heart and immediately called people in to take the child away for proper treatment and care.

At this time, Du Yuqi also breathed a sigh of relief. Even in this sacred Minsk Cathedral, the authority of a priest who was trusted by the archbishop was still very great. At least the resources that could be mobilized to save lives were still considerable.

Therefore, he made an objective assessment and found that his chances of successfully completing the contract had increased significantly, from the previous half and half to more than 80%. He suddenly felt as if the rope tightly tied around his neck had loosened.

As the feeling of relief faded, he began to feel the physical injuries and mental fatigue. You know, when Du Yuqi fought with the Bantu elite guards, at least four ribs on the right side of his chest were broken, and the ribs pierced his lungs. If it were an ordinary person, he would not be able to walk and would need at least a month to recuperate! It was not easy for him to hold on until now.

However, at this time, the priest had already sent little Paul to the hospital for treatment, which was the most important thing for Du Yuqi. Therefore, he could only force himself to cope with it. Then he heard the priest say:

"Pastor Du, when you were chatting with the bishop earlier, you seemed to mention that these barbarians outside had some hidden conspiracy? The bishop has a bright heart and compassion for the world. Under his light, there is naturally no place for darkness. However, the behavior of the barbarians is unreasonable and even has no bottom line. As subordinates, we naturally have to find out the loopholes and make up for them, so I hope you can talk in depth."

After hearing the priest's words, Du Yuqi just sneered in his heart. In fact, how could a shrewd guy like Archbishop Rizalius be helpless in the face of the enemy's conspiracy? He would not be so naive as to think that the enemy really "could not act without limits!"

However, as an archbishop and a spreader of holy light, he must maintain a positive image in public, and therefore cannot have anything to do with such dirty conspiracies, so he acted so pretentiously in front of him. The priest he sent was equivalent to his full representative.

Du Yuqi had something to ask of him, so he was happy to play along with them, so he told them about his previous conversation with Rizalius. After hearing what Du Yuqi said, the priest frowned and sighed:

"If that's the case, then what should we do?"

When he said this, his eyes were fixed on Du Yuqi.

Du Yuqi pondered for a while and said:

"I am from another world. The values ​​and morals of the two planes are quite different... Therefore, some methods that seem very common in my country may attract a lot of criticism on the continent of Arad."

The priest immediately said:

"It's okay. I just want to hear how you deal with this kind of thing. We're just chatting casually. No one will take it seriously."

Du Yuqi looked at the priest and said slowly:

"It is said that one should choose the lesser of two evils. No matter how big a mistake is, it is definitely not as serious as the consequences of the Minsk Cathedral being lost and desecrated by the barbarians. That would be nailed to the pillar of shame. The most powerful thing about this move by the barbarians is that they drive a large number of refugees to seek refuge in the cathedral. This is an open plan and conspiracy!"

"But if you say there is no way to crack it, that's not entirely true...wouldn't it be better to let the refugees resist going to the Minsk Cathedral from the bottom of their hearts?"

The priest opened his mouth and was stunned for a long time before saying:

“This… the Holy Temple has always been the people’s hope. How can we let the refugees resist going to the Minsk Holy Temple from the bottom of their hearts? Let’s not talk about whether it is possible or not. Even if it is possible, we can’t do it this way!”

"Of course, we can't bring disgrace to the thousand-year-old honor of the Holy Temple. Therefore, we need to keep these things absolutely confidential. I heard that there are fanatics in the Holy Temple... Having people who can be absolutely trusted is the most important part of the process."

Du Yuqi shook his head, chose to sit next to the priest, and lowered his voice.

The priest did not deny the existence of the fanatics at this time, but frowned and said:

"Yes, there are always people who are willing to sacrifice everything for the Holy Light. But what does this have to do with defeating the Barbarians' conspiracy?"

"Of course it is related... Why do people want to enter the Minsk Cathedral? It all comes down to three words: a sense of security! The refugees think there is a glimmer of hope inside and that they can be sheltered here. So, we just need to eliminate this idea from them!"

"Then we should..."

Du Yuqi began to narrate in a low voice. Unconsciously, the priest leaned closer to him, his expression became more and more interesting. Finally, he took a deep breath, looked at Du Yuqi with a strange expression and said:

"You, what kind of country do you live in?"

Du Yuqi smiled and said:

"I am just describing what my country might do if it encounters similar troubles... Don't be nervous, this is just a story, Master Priest."

"Yes, yes, yes." The priest nodded in sudden realization and said, "It's just a story."

Although the priest's tone was lighter, his solemn expression betrayed his mood. He then turned around and was about to leave. It seemed that there were many things waiting for him to do next.

Fortunately, the priest did not burn the bridge before leaving, and called the attendant who was staying nearby over:

"This is Deacon Wu Nian, and this is Priest Du. From now on, you will be responsible for taking care of all his reasonable needs until Priest Du leaves. May the holy light shine upon you, my brother."

"Holy light is everywhere, Master Priest." Deacon Wu Nian bowed slightly and watched the priest leave.

This Wu Nian deacon was wearing a linen robe and his hair was tied with a straw rope. He looked very shabby, but such attire could only mean one thing, that he was an ascetic monk. At the same time, his strong muscles showed that he possessed strong fighting ability.

Some Paladins encounter bottlenecks during their training. Their combat skills have reached the standard for promotion, but they have not yet gained the understanding and blessing of divine arts. They will enter the temple to become ascetics or fanatics to break through themselves. It is said that some powerful ascetics can even continue to fight and kill enemies with their hearts pierced!

Obviously, this Wunian Deacon is one of them.

He placed his right hand on his chest, bowed slightly to Du Yuqi and said:

"I will take you to a place to rest. Is there anything else you need, Pastor Du?"

Du Yuqi smiled and said:

"Because I know some healing methods from other worlds, I am called a priest, but I am not a believer of the temple. Before I rest, I was injured and need treatment. Then I want to see how the child I brought is doing."

On the continent of Arad, it is very common for people with medical abilities to be called priests, just like those respected and popular people on Earth are often called "Teacher So-and-so", such as Sora Aoi, Ohashi teacher, Se Amiri teacher, and Madoka teacher... even though they are not real teachers.

Therefore, Deacon Wu Nian accepted Du Yuqi's statement and nodded:

"Well, if the injury is not too serious, then I can help you. When I came, Mr. Paul you brought was sent to the cardinal, where he will receive the best treatment. May the holy light always shine on you, my friend."

Du Yuqi nodded and pointed to his right chest, indicating that the wound was there. Wu Nian's true strength was at the level of a third-level paladin, so he released a slow healing spell on Du Yuqi. After Du Yuqi received the divine treatment, he immediately felt the wound was hot, and then an indescribable power extended into it. He could even feel the joy in every cell.

Finally, what followed was an intense sleepiness that I couldn't help but rudely fall onto the chair next to me and fell asleep, snoring softly.

…

Meanwhile, in a faraway place.

It was still that spacious and luxurious office.

The giant dragon skull in the office still exudes majesty all the time, indicating that it was a terrifying existence at the top of the food chain when it was alive.

Outside the window, the sky was filled with layers of dark clouds. One could even see terrifying flashes of lightning from time to time among the clouds, creating a scene of impending storm.

However, despite the thunder and lightning outside the window, a strange light was shining in this office. The owner of the office, Mixia, could be seen sitting elegantly on a chair with her legs crossed. Her right hand was holding the exquisite handle next to the chair, and her left hand was holding a lady's cigarette that seemed to never be lit. There was a deep and sexy cleavage on her chest, and a sarcastic smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

In front of her was a huge virtual round table, which occupied at least thirty to forty square meters of space. The strange light illuminating the office came from here. Around the round table, including Mixia's words, there were seven people sitting.

Of course, except for Mixia, the remaining six people are just images similar to the full-system projection, which can vividly reproduce the current expressions and movements of the original body, while their original bodies are all very far away.

In the center of the virtual round table, what appeared was not exquisite pastries, hand-ground coffee or the like, but a holographic three-dimensional shape of a city. This city was none other than Shatli, which was in the chaos of war.

Everything presented at this moment is the top technology in the world of Arad, a high-end crystal that is the result of a complete combination of alchemy, magic and science. This virtual roundtable meeting will only be held when all seven directors feel it is necessary!

This meeting was undoubtedly a waste of money, with nearly five-digit magic coins being burned every minute. However, the effect was undoubtedly very amazing. Everything in front of him could be said to be lifelike, as if the entire city of Shatley had been scaled down in proportion, achieving a high degree of restoration.

Then, an electronic synthesized voice sounded:

"The latest information has been transmitted from below, showing the control range of the Imperial Army."