Donkey-Hoof Tranquility had finally gone viral, along with the Hunting Pope's new nickname, "Senior Donkey."
In an estate not far from the Hunting Church headquarters, a lean young man watched the growing number of people joining the trend online, unable to suppress his smile. Ever since he had first arrived at the Hunting Church headquarters years ago and seen His Holiness's face, he had wanted to say that the Pope really did look remarkably like a donkey. But in reality, he had never dared say it, nor had he dared discuss it with anyone else.
This time, however, His Holiness had actually appeared on screen alongside a donkey, finally giving him an opportunity.
"Bro, if your Pope finds out you made that comment, aren't you finished?" His younger brother, watching his brother gloat, could not help reminding him. Though still young, he had realized that things seemed to have developed far beyond what they had initially expected.
"When everyone calls him Senior Donkey, he won't be able to tell who said it first." Edwin still wore a broad smile. "Besides, who said I was the first to comment? It was clearly you, my dear brother. I used your account."
"? Do you believe I'll report you right now?"
"Haha, just kidding, little bro. I didn't call you back just to tease His Holiness the Pope. I really need your help with something." Edwin mysteriously pulled out a sheet of parchment. "Take a look at the plan on this. If it goes smoothly, our family will produce its first senior bishop of the Hunting Church by the end of the year. We might even... have a chance to rise even higher!"
A senior bishop?!
His younger brother immediately grew serious. This was a major matter for their family. Nearly all of