The latest news about the Star Lord, which I just learned, also proves the intelligence capabilities of their Holy See.
"Oh?" Tianlong raised an eyebrow, a sharp glint in his eyes.
"Knowing that I am the Star Lord of the Central Plains, and bear the responsibility of protecting the Central Plains, why do you, the Holy See, still wish to appoint me, this heretical dragon, as the Archbishop?"
“Yes! It’s all the Lord’s arrangement,” Father Noel repeated devoutly once more.
Tianlong was well aware of the thoughts of these people in the Holy See. They simply wanted to use his status and position in Zhongzhou to increase the Holy See's influence. The so-called Archbishop of Zhongzhou was just a facade.
Putting aside the fact that he is already the fifth Star Lord, he will inevitably have a decisive battle with the Twelve Holy Thrones.
Given his half-human, half-dragon demon appearance alone, how many people would believe he is the archbishop?
But the Papacy seemed convinced he would agree, and even considered him, the newly crowned star, as their trump card in the Central Plains.
This action seemed as childish as a baby's and utterly illogical, but Tianlong understood why the Holy See would do such a thing.
'Greed... is always the most effective key to pry open a fortress.' Tianlong sneered inwardly, immediately recalling the greed of certain people, and instantly understood everything.
How did these outsiders find a breakthrough to infiltrate the central plains with papal ideology?
Why is it that even those who enter the Heavenly Dragon Mansion can enjoy such easy access?
They're all too greedy; no one is immune to greed.
Outside the city, refugees continued to starve to death, but the stench of decay had already permeated the entire city.
Father Norl carefully observed Tianlong's reaction, and seeing that he did not seem angry, he spoke up at the opportune moment, offering his prepared sincerity:
"As long as Lord Tianlong agrees, our Holy See is willing to pay any price! We will do everything in our power to satisfy your needs!"
He deliberately emphasized the phrase "any cost," implying a huge potential profit margin.
“Any price.” Tianlong repeated, the cold smile on his face finally widening.
He stopped looking at Noel and turned his gaze to the white spheres representing the Holy Throne on the rock sand table. His tone shifted, carrying a playful air of complete control:
"It's not impossible for me to be the Archbishop of Central Continent."
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