Connor lowered his head to look at the paper bag in his hand. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but there was a hint of anticipation in Connor's eyes.
The paper bag contained a set of exquisite and bold women's underwear. It was given to Connor by the owner of the women's underwear store, Leonie. She said that if a man came to her store without bringing anything back, it would be suspicious. In order not to arouse suspicion, Connor had no choice but to accept the gift and change it to Varga's size.
Holding the paper bag tightly, Connor was undoubtedly looking forward to Varga's arrival a week later.
While Connor was immersed in his wonderful fantasy, he never expected that a storm was gradually forming in an extremely luxurious conference room in the East Borough's Origi Building, which was only five streets away from him.
"Barack, how much progress has the new Storm Cathedral been made?" In the conference room, the current Loen bishop of the Church of the Storm, Edward, was sitting at the head of the table. He was using his sharp eyes to scan the eight high-ranking members of the church who were sitting on his left and right sides. His gaze wandered around the eight people for a while before finally focusing on a gentle-looking middle-aged man with gold-rimmed glasses sitting at the end of the table on his right.
Mr. Barak seemed very nervous under Edward's hawk-like gaze. He hurriedly stood up and bowed respectfully at a 90-degree angle to Edward before he said, "Thank you, Mr. Barak, for the honor of the Lord of the House of Representatives.
"Reporting to Your Eminence, the construction of the new Storm Cathedral is currently being done by Sir Origi's Origi Construction Company. I checked three days ago, and Origi Construction Company is working overtime according to Your Eminence's important instructions. They are doing their best to complete the construction of the new Storm Cathedral within two years as Your Eminence had said! Currently, the construction of the new Storm Cathedral is two-thirds complete. We are very confident that we can complete the construction according to Your Eminence's schedule! "
Edward seemed to be very pleased with Mr. Barack's words and respectful attitude. His originally cold expression softened a little. He nodded in satisfaction, then said in an affirmative tone, "Sir Origi is a loyal believer of the Goddess and a reliable supporter of the church. When the church needs it, he can lend his private property to the church for free as a temporary headquarters. For such a loyal person, the church must give him the rewards he deserves!"
"Yes, I understand! The initial construction cost of the new Storm Cathedral amounted to thirty thousand gold ranks, which has already been paid to Sir Origi according to the contract. I am also doing my best to gather the remaining seventy thousand gold ranks. Please rest assured, Your Eminence, I will definitely pay all the money to Sir Origi before the payment date stated in the contract! " Mr. Barack pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. He took a deep breath and said with certainty.
"Very well! I have great faith in your abilities, Mr. Barack! " After hearing what he wanted, a smile finally appeared on Edward's old face. He gestured to Mr. Barack to sit down.
Seeing the smile on Edward's face, Mr. Barack was finally relieved. He bowed deeply to Edward again before sitting down. After doing all this, Mr. Barack secretly took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead.
After listening to some reports from his subordinates and making some decisions on the daily affairs of the church, Edward coughed softly and looked around at everyone in the conference room. He said coldly, "Except for the arbitrators and the people from the intelligence department, the rest of you may leave!"
Upon hearing Edward's orders, other than the man and woman sitting on either side of Edward who didn't move, the other six members of the upper echelons of the Loen Church, including Mr. Barak, stood up and bowed at Edward before turning to leave.
Just as the red-haired beauty among the six of them was about to leave the room, Edward, who was sitting at the head of the table, suddenly said, "Margret, you stay!"
Hearing Edward's call, the red-haired beauty, Marguerite, had an unnoticeable cold glint in her eyes. In the next moment, Marguerite withdrew the cold glint in her eyes and quietly returned to her seat.
At this moment, there were only four people left in the conference room: Edward, Marguerite, a middle-aged woman who had taken good care of herself, and a taciturn man in a gray robe wearing a black iron mask.
"Ms. Reiner, please inform everyone of the information that your intelligence department currently has!" Edward said to the first middle-aged lady on his left in a deep voice.
"Yes, Mr. Bishop!" Ms. Lena stood up with a smile and clapped her hands gently. At this time, a light screen suddenly appeared in the sight of the four people in the conference room. On the light screen, there were several scenes of the ruins of the explosion scene.
"These images are from the explosion site of a suspected Dark Sorcerer's residence in Loen City and the explosion site of the Church of Majorca's secret warehouse a few days ago. After our intelligence department's on-site collection, comparison, and analysis, we can basically determine that the cause of the explosions in these two places is the same. They were both caused by some kind of alchemy product that could cause explosions!
"And based on the power comparison of the traces left behind after the explosion, our intelligence department believes that although the two explosions used the same alchemy product, the explosive power of the secret warehouse in Mallorca was obviously greater than the explosion in Loen City. Therefore, based on the above analysis, our intelligence department can basically conclude that the two explosions, which were not long apart, were caused by the same person, and this person is very likely to be an alchemist!" Ms. Lena pointed at the image on the screen and explained.
"Apart from this, Ms. Lena, what else can your intelligence department tell us?" After Ms. Lena finished speaking, Bishop Edward didn't seem very satisfied. He frowned and continued to ask.
Hearing Edward's question, the masked man in a gray robe and Marguerite focused their gazes on Lena.
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