Chen Rui put on a thoughtful expression and asked probing, "Does the force behind you have a candidate they support for archbishop?"
"No." Bilia shook her head. "The forces on the eastern side are not under their control. I am considered a hidden chess piece. If I could compete for the position of archbishop, I might receive some backing, but right now I am only a chief deacon—not even a bishop—so that is impossible."
"Possibilities emerge from impossibilities." Chen Rui revealed an odd smile, a wine cup appearing in his hand. "If Anjili were to suffer some accident at this time, could you then rightfully become a candidate for archbishop?"
"You mean..." Bilia's eyes lit up.
"If Anjili has an accident now, the first people suspected would not be you, but the other six candidates." Chen Rui spoke with complete confidence. "When you become the new bishop, you should be the least likely among the seven bishops to become archbishop—the one who draws the least attention. But no matter what, you will have crushed Anjili and achieved your goal. In theory, you will also be one of the archbishop candidates. If you can produce astonishing results in a short time, coupled with assistance from the force behind you, it may not be impossible for you to rise like a strange army and become archbishop in one stroke."
"You make it sound easy, but this is undoubtedly an enormous risk." Bilia was deeply calculating, and quickly calmed down.
"Risk and profit always coexist. You do not want to be a hidden chess piece that can be discarded at any moment, do you?"
"This chess piece of mine is not quite as you imagine." Bilia shook her head slightly. "However, your proposal has given me another, smoother broad road. I cannot deny