Klein had changed. He had forgotten all his former ambitions.
Even after losing contact with headquarters, he had still tried his best to preserve the church's local influence, even negotiating and contending with the Mixed-Blood Scalekin.
But now, he seemed like a completely different person. He no longer cared about the church branch's affairs and had spent the whole night urging the other priests to gather novel trinkets to satisfy Her Highness Gwen's curiosity.
He might not have had much faith before, but now he had become even more fanatical.
When Fissman came calling the next day, hoping to continue listening to the bishop's teachings, he was unexpectedly turned away.
"The church has an honored guest to receive lately. Please return home, sir! The bishop will see you again when he has time," the priest replied to Fissman.
Fissman looked baffled. Was this some kind of playing hard to get?
He had no intention of wasting several days waiting, so Fissman reservedly revealed his identity.
"Please inform the bishop that my name is Fissman. I am the general leading this operation to save the Scale Clan."
That identity unquestionably placed him among the upper echelon.
Even under ordinary circumstances, it would have been enough to command attention, much less now, when the Mixed-Blood Scalekin had arrived as conquerors.
The priest showed surprise and even seemed somewhat flustered.
He unconsciously bent at the waist. "I will report this to the bishop."
Naturally, the priest did not care about ordinary Mixed-Blood Scalekin.
But an Evolver who wielded power could likewise exert immense pressure.
This reaction pleased Fissman. It was exactly what he had expected.
As for playing hard to get, he was usually willing to go along with it. But time was tight now. He wanted to persuade the bigwigs in the