All Annan had to do was throw a stone into the lake. The fish and weeds beneath the surface had a lot more to worry about.
The Black-Clad Cardinal couldn't even spare a glance for Annan as he hurried off to inform the Church.
After a long day, Annan was tired too. He returned to the Lounge to rest.
Who knew spending money could be so exhausting...
He had spent the whole day at it and managed to get through only five million... At this rate, even the first fund of thirty million Gold Narls would take six days to spend. What was he supposed to do about versions 2.0, 3.0, 4.0... all the way up to 10.0?
While Annan was still thinking about how to spend the money, word of the afternoon's conversation somehow leaked out. Soon, the whole city was buzzing with it.
Colette had always done as she was told, Mora considered himself half a Holy Son, and Louise usually had no one to talk to... So it was the Wealth Church?
The City Lord's Mansion leaked secrets like a sieve, but on a matter this important, Annan trusted a certain someone to know what she was doing.
The Wealth Church certainly had reason to do it. Unlike the churches behind Colette and the others, the Wealth Church was actually based here, so it had the most at stake in this news.
But night fell, and no one came from Archbishop Tomark to see Annan... Had they already seen this coming?
Before long, Idelia emerged, pushing her Wheelchair, and Olmedo came out too.
"You actually pulled it off..." Olmedo still looked amazed.
"Is that so surprising?"
Olmedo let Annan bask in it for a moment before asking, "I understand why you'd bring in the Wealth Church and