Old Man, I'm Going to Take a Risk

The work of a diocesan head was even more complicated than Luther had imagined. Besides all kinds of daily religious activities, there were also miscellaneous affairs, social engagements with the upper class, and so on.

Although Archbishop Anthony always looked leisurely and composed, Luther only realized how troublesome it all was when he had to do the work himself.

Luther quickly grew impatient and began considering countermeasures.

He sorted the pending matters according to their urgency and importance.

Then he dealt with them accordingly.

Thus, he pushed the vast majority of religious activities onto the bishops under him; he also postponed all social engagements with irrelevant people, saying only that he was the temporary person in charge and could not represent the diocese, so they should wait until the official head arrived before discussing anything.

The only matters he handled himself were those that truly mattered, such as the recent Beyonder cases and the aftermath of Duke Negan's murder of Framis.

At this moment, Leonard Mitchell, as a member of the investigation team, was also carrying out his own work.

"All right, Your Excellency Earl, Miss Audrey, our questioning ends here."

The handsome Soul Assurer with a poet's air saw the recorder finish the final stroke on the paper, then set down his warm black tea and politely said to the two people opposite him, "Thank you both very much for your cooperation."

"Cooperating with the Church's work is the duty of us believers."

Earl Hall replied with a smile, his tone and bearing exceptionally refined.

Beside him, Audrey Hall blinked her clear, limpid emerald-like eyes. Looking like an innocent young girl, she asked curiously, "Sir, has Duke Negan's case reached a conclusion?"

She keenly noticed that the man wearing red gloves opposite her showed a slight change in expression