Yuxuan had no choice but to be astonished. Christianity's influence was actually this great. Before the apocalypse, all satellite control in the Hua Nation had been in the hands of the government.
There had been practically none in private hands, and the Hua Nation's satellites had also been subject to certain restrictions.
Yet here, a company could actually control the satellites.
But... thinking about it, that made sense. M Nation wasn't socialist; it was capitalist. Here, money made you king, and the phrase "the rich can do whatever they want" was displayed to perfection.
Launching satellites—if you had the money, you could throw them up however you pleased.
Yuxuan took a sip of coffee to calm herself. Feeling the warm, silky coffee slide down through her chest was so comfortable that she couldn't help closing her eyes and savoring it for a while. Only after a long moment did she
open her eyes and look at Karls, who stood about two meters away.
"You need to understand that I'm not some puppet for others to control. The Pope sent you to receive me. Are you planning to take me to Christianity and put me in charge, or are you taking me back to make me a mascot, placing me in a hall for people to worship and admire?"
Karls grew slightly tense when he heard this. Naturally, that did not escape Yuxuan's fully activated detection mode.
Karls knew that if he answered poorly, he might very well anger the angel. Before sending him, the Pope had already simulated every situation that might arise
and had repeatedly instructed him about this very question the angel might ask.
After organizing his words, Karls slowly raised his head and gazed earnestly at the woman before him. Although she had not revealed her angelic