"150,000 pounds... Is this the power of capital?"
After this Tarot Club gathering ended, Klein planned to read the newspapers to calm himself down, only to find that they had no soothing effect at all.
Because the papers were filled with recent reviews and projections concerning bicycles.
Thanks to Xu Yue's connections, they had secured a large number of official orders. Even the Church's Night Watchers had begun to favor riding bicycles, and the bicycle company's valuation was now far higher than it had been in the original work.
Thinking about how the small stake he held had been confiscated by Xu Yue, Klein truly felt a stab of pain in his chest.
All at once, even that 5,000 gold pound piece of information no longer seemed appealing.
"The Black Emperor... a Black Emperor whom even the Churches do not care about. Sigh..."
Although Xu Yue had generously allowed everyone to return and investigate on their own, even report it through their channels.
Since he had said so, however, Klein instinctively believed him.
Perhaps even the True God Churches would not be particularly keen on stopping the Black Emperor from becoming a god.
Honestly, what did this have to do with him, the leader of a cult?
What had given him the illusion that Mr. Fool, a half-baked amateur like him, was qualified to interfere in a True God's apotheosis ritual?
Yet when he thought of the Great Smog Incident, the missing people, and those policies, an inexplicable indignation surged within Klein.
Why should someone like that be able to become a god!
Even though Klein already knew that the lofty True Gods possessed neither mercy nor kindness, lacking human emotions, paying any price whatsoever in order to become a god was still something Klein could not accept.
"Let's see