Everyone discussed in the office for a long time before dispersing.
Just when Paul wanted to lie down on the table and take a nap, the office door rang again.
"Come in."
The door opened, and he saw Intelligence Director Cecil outside. He sneaked inside and closed the door carefully.
"Cecil? Why are you so mysterious? Sit down first."
Cecil came to his desk and sat down slightly behind him, lowering his voice:
"Lord Greiman, I suddenly thought of something on the way back, so I came back to find you."
"What's the matter?"
"That's it..."
He straightened his body and said, "Miss Laddie is here, she is always a danger factor to us."
"What? Are you out of your mind? She just saved me and one of the guards. Do you have to look at her with colored glasses just because she is a Witch? Besides, you have seen her normal behavior."
Department of Intelligence explained in a slightly stunned tone, "I'm sorry, what I just said may be a bit ambiguous."
"What I mean is that given the public's view of wizards and Church's hostility to wizards, if someone discovers that we have a Witch hidden here and then goes to Church, it will be very bad for us."
Paul spread his hands helplessly. "You're right, I've thought of this too. But what can I do? Do you want me to drive her away, drive away someone who has fought alongside me?"
Cecil waved his hand quickly. "No, no, I didn't mean that."
"Then what exactly do you want to say?"
Cecil lowered his already low voice and said, "An opportunity, an opportunity to reduce the threat of Church."
Paul was interested when he heard it. He stared into Cecil's eyes and said, "Say! Don't hide it."
"Did you know? Bishop-sama of Northwest Bay Diocese is retiring from the position of bishop due to physical reasons."
"Really? I haven't heard of this, but does it have anything to do with us?"
"Who do you think will take over as bishop?"
"Who is it?"
"That's the old abbot of the monastery near our town!"
Paul was a little surprised. "Dean Leonard?"
"Hehe, it's him! The old king had reached an agreement with Holy See at that time, and the bishops in Aldo gave priority to appointing people from the country, so this time Dean Leonard was selected. The old dean's faith is very pious and he is loyal enough to the kingdom, so both sides like him."
"Well, I know about this agreement, but what does this have to do with us?"
Cecil showed a sly smile, "Sir, please listen to me slowly. As soon as Dean Leonard leaves, won't the position of the abbot of that monastery be vacant? And I found out a few days ago that the old abbot plans to let Father Anderson from our town take over his position as abbot."
"Father Anderson? Apart from feeling a bit nerdy, he is actually a good person. I heard that he was born in that monastery, so it makes sense for him to go back and serve as the dean."
"But I heard that he has been in a bad mood recently and sighs in church every day."
"Ah? Why? This is considered a promotion, shouldn't you be happy?"
"You don't know something, sir. Father Anderson, apart from chanting scriptures and praying, he also has some small hobbies."
"I know, doesn't he like to study various plants and small animals? The church yard is full of flowers and plants."
"Exactly, in addition to doing what a priest must do, he spends most of his time on this every day."
"I heard that he is a member of Enlightenment Society? This is not surprising. I feel that this group of people is more like a group of scholars."
"So you think about it, once he takes over the position of abbot and manages such a large monastery, there must be a lot of things to do every day. Will he still have time to engage in his hobbies? So he is always depressed these days, but he does not dare to disobey the teacher's orders."
"I feel sympathy for him, and then what?"
Cecil laughed strangely, "Then our opportunity came. I see that Father Morrison is very busy every day, why not let him help Father Anderson?"
Morrison is the priest whom Shark Gang met in the Franklin Harbor church when Paul recovered Franklin Harbor. Paul used this to blackmail him into working for him.
After returning to Lakeheart Town, Morrison was appointed as the dean of Ves Institute, and also managed several "propaganda teams". He often went to the military camp to listen to the confessions of Soldierss, and instilled into their brains the "private goods" that Paul had confessed to him.
In fact, it was not too idle, but Paul suddenly understood the meaning of Cecil's words.
He immediately held Intelligence Director's hands, making Cecil feel flattered.
"I've been waiting for an opportunity all this time!"
Paul stared at Cecil with shining eyes, "Now, you have found this opportunity, Cecil, you are really my capable subordinate."
Cecil suddenly broke into a cold sweat, "That... Lord Earl. This thing may not be possible yet. If it doesn't work..."
The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. If it doesn't work out, please don't take your anger out on him.
"No!" Paul slammed the table, startling Intelligence Director.
"This thing must be successful. Once in a lifetime, I will go to the church to 'visit' Father Anderson."
In Lakeheart Town's church, Anderson looked at the flowers and plants on the ground with a sad face.
In a few days, he will go to a nearby monastery to serve as the abbot. Who will take care of his flowers and plants? The new priest who comes to take over this church will not shovel them all away.
He sincerely prayed to the gods. "O omnipotent Lord, please give me a way to have the best of both worlds, so that I can not disobey the teacher's appointment, but also allow me to continue to take care of these lovely and beautiful creatures."
"Father Anderson!"
Just as he was finishing his prayers, he suddenly heard someone calling his name outside the church yard gate.
"This voice? It's Earl Greiman."
The lord could not be negligent. He immediately straightened his clothes and walked to the door respectfully.
Before he could reach the door, Paul came in.
"Haha, Father Anderson! It's been a long time since I sent you my greetings. Speaking of which, since I was rescued by you, I haven't made a special trip to you to say thank you. I'm so sorry!"
The priest waved his hands repeatedly. "Where is it! Although I am not a doctor, saving lives and healing the wounded is one of the responsibilities of a servant of God."
"Bring it here!"
Paul stretched out his hand, and the guard next to him immediately handed him a wooden box.
"As compensation, I sincerely want to give you a gift!"
He patted the box with a genuine smile on his face.