When he arrived at the guest room, Angora met Archbishop Hadro, the highest authority of the Brilliant White Church in Tunaya.
He was an old man who was over seventy years old, which was considered an old man in this world where the average age was just over forty. Still, his body aged much slower than normal people due to his faith in the God of Light and his status as an archbishop, and he appeared to be in his fifties at first glance.
"May the Lord bless you." The old man rose slowly when he saw Horan and Angora enter the room, drawing a line across his chest.
It was an etiquette of the Brilliant White Church that usually required a bow. However, the archbishop's position was high and he was quite advanced in age, not to mention that the Brilliant White Church was the largest church in the world, which was why he didn't feel the need to bow.
"I'm sorry, but we have the protection of the God of War. We don't need your blessings."
Horan replied forcefully, and it was obvious that he wasn't on good terms with the archbishop.
"Is that so? But the God of War didn't help you when the bandits invaded, did he?" The archbishop's composure was quite good, and he wasn't angered by Horan's words. Instead, he said, "From what I know, even Prince Pompey was killed in that incident. You should know very well by now that those fellows from the Temple of Glory may look big and burly, but they're completely unreliable when it comes to the pinnacle."
Angora noticed that the expression of the new butler who had been respectful all this while darkened slightly, his fists clenched tightly as well.
He understood at once. 'So that's how it is. So this fellow is a replacement sent by the Temple of Glory as well. No wonder dad had to send him away before continuing the conversation …'
"You don't have to say anything else if you're here to persuade me to change my faith."
Horan raised his hand to stop the old man from continuing. "The harvest festival has just passed, and much of the food stored in the castle last year needs to be consumed as soon as possible. Stay for a meal if you don't mind."
Even if he did not say it explicitly, Horan's meaning of 'get the hell out of here once you're done eating' was clear.
"Alright, please don't be angry. I'm just saying." The old man laughed heartily for a while before showing a serious expression. "I knew you wouldn't change your faith so easily, Duke Faust …"
In fact, it wouldn't be easy for Horan to convert even if he wanted to. Even if the Temple of Glory wasn't as powerful as the Brilliant White Church, they wouldn't simply stand by and watch as a duke's believer converted and joined a rival.
"Mister Harold, why are you here?"
Horan asked impatiently. It was, of course, just an act — the old duke could talk nonsense with anyone for an entire day if necessary, and the only reason he was acting that way was to convey the message of 'stop beating around the bush and tell me what you really want'.
Clearly understanding that, the archbishop of the Brilliant White Church stopped keeping Angora in suspense and finally revealed his true intentions. "But Young Master Angora hasn't been baptized by those boorish fellows, has he?"
Angora, who had been acting as a background did a double take. 'I'm just slacking off to get acquainted. Why am I suddenly mentioned?'
Still, after training in the Unnamed Town for so long and having Old Vanke to talk to and ask for guidance from, Angora's political senses had gradually matured, and he quickly figured out the crux of the matter.
His father had originally chosen his eldest brother, Cecil, as his successor. But in the previous incident, his eldest brother had died while his second brother was killed by the Dark Whip of the Secret Eye, and he was the only heir left in the Faust family.
As long as he didn't fall, inheriting the Silver Eagle Duke's position was almost certain.
His father had been a veteran believer of the God of War for decades, and it was almost impossible to convert him. Even so, Angora hadn't been baptized by the God of War, and theoretically speaking, he wouldn't have to pay any price to convert, which was why the old man had set his sights on him.
Unfortunately, the old man had miscalculated.
It was true that Angora wasn't valued by Horan at first (or perhaps he was deliberately ignored by Horan), which was why he wasn't sent to the Temple of Glory for baptism like Cecil. But now that Angora had taken the form of the God of Games and was having a lot of fun, there was no way he would abandon the God of Games and convert to some God of Light …
Even if personal feelings aside, the System of the God of Games would provide him with all sorts of conveniences. On the other hand, with the God of Light having so many believers, he probably wouldn't be treated particularly well even if he did inherit the title of Duke.
At most, he would be surrounded by a group of believers like his father, although the only difference was that they were from the Temple of Glory instead of the Brilliant White Church.
"I'm sorry, but I'm not interested in the Brilliant White Church."
At that thought, Angora simply said it himself.
Beside him, the new butler's eyes lit up, seemingly very pleased with his young master's attitude.
I'm sorry, but I'm not interested in the Temple of Glory either. Angora said in his mind, noticing that.
"Why? Compared to the stinking Temple of Glory, the Brilliant White Church is definitely better, isn't it? "The old man continued to persuade him.
Angora noticed that the old man was discreetly glancing at the new butler. It seems that he knew that he was from the Temple of Glory, which was why he was deliberately provoking him.
Almost instantly, Angora understood what the old man was thinking.
If the new butler could swallow it, it would at most be the old man spouting nonsense. On the other hand, if the new butler couldn't swallow it, it would be a tit-for-tat argument or a brazen attack, and the old man would definitely use it to prove how weak the people from the Temple of Glory were.
Considering that the old man was not weak as an archbishop, he might even put on a cool show to tempt Angora to change his faith.
"It has nothing to do with that." Having understood that, Angora naturally wouldn't allow the butler to continue spouting nonsense, and flashed a sunny smile at the old man. "It's just that what I like to do the most is to say 'no' to those who hold my head down and force me to believe in some god."
The calm on the old man's face vanished at Angora's direct rebuke, and he began to study Angora seriously.
Even so, there was no anger in his eyes, and there was instead a hint of admiration.
"I see. I've neglected your feelings …" The old man was about to say something else when a commotion came from outside.
A guard ran in to report to Horan. "Your Grace, a white robed bishop of the Brilliant White Church has urgent news for the archbishop …"
"Let him in."
Although Horan was at odds with Archbishop Hadro, he wouldn't resort to petty tricks like this, and so promptly gave the order to let him in.
A moment later, a man in a Mass robe ran in in a panic.
"Kofon, I told you to keep up the demeanor of a bishop at all times. Have you forgotten?" The old man glared at the ragged bishop in displeasure.
"My Grace, it really is urgent." He glanced at Horan, seemingly hesitant to whisper to the archbishop.
But the archbishop ordered, "Speak. I believe Duke Faust and his son aren't blabbermouths."
With that, the white-robed bishop no longer hesitated and spoke. "There seems to be a rampage of undead monsters at the graveyard at the edge of Sotimi … The Sacred Army that's heading there to suppress the rampage …"
He paused and gulped before continuing. "We've lost contact with them all!"
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Chapter 220
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