"Master Bishop, do we really have nowhere to go?"
In a dilapidated house, a priest wrapped in a quilt asked with a sad expression.
Randolph had a cold face. The situation in Nafu City was exactly as Claire said. All the available rooms had been rented out. They couldn't find a single room. In the end, they could only find this abandoned dilapidated house. Lying on the ground, they could still see the starry sky.
And it's winter now. Although the south won't be as snowy and freezing as the north, you will still shiver from the cold when the wind blows. Fortunately, there are quilts and floor shops for sale in Nafu City, otherwise, they would be no different from beggars.
"If it doesn't work out, why don't we go to the residents' homes for help?" a priest suggested.
The other priests also echoed, obviously not wanting to stay in this miserable place.
"It's fine to stay at someone's house and cause trouble for them for a day or two. If you stay there forever, you'll get annoying. We'd better stay here." Randolph explained.
The priests were silent for a few seconds, and then someone suggested. "How about we go to the Baronial Manor! There are many rooms there, and the viscount is very nice, and he is willing to help us rebuild the church. There are so many rooms in the Baronial Manor, it will be no problem for us to stay for a while!"
Hearing Claire's name, Randolph's face quickly turned dark, and he said coldly, "If you can't bear the hardship! Go back to the capital, I won't stop you! If anyone dares to find that Claire, don't blame me for falling out!"
The priest who made the suggestion shrank his neck, with a look of fear on his face, "I'm sorry, Your Majesty Bishop."
Several other priests didn't know why their bishop had a conflict with the seemingly good lord, but after learning from past experiences, they all consciously kept their mouths shut.
"Go to sleep! We will continue to preach tomorrow." Randolph said calmly.
"Phew!"
A gust of wind blew by, and the few people lying on the floor wrapped themselves tightly in quilts and gradually fell asleep in their random thoughts. Randolph was still gnashing his teeth and chanting the name of Claire in his sleep.
"Master, those priests have started preaching again." Regan reported that since Randolph entered the city, Claire asked Regan to send people to keep an eye on them day and night.
Claire turned the page of Magic Book in his hand and said casually, "Don't worry about them."
"Ah?" Regan was a little surprised. He didn't understand why Claire had been doing so much work and now suddenly let him go.
So he asked again, "Do you really not care at all?"
"They are clergy, and they are not under my control." Claire chuckled, "But I can't control them, but I can control other people in Nafu City."
Regan's eyes flashed with excitement, and he bowed slightly and said, "Master, what do you want me to do?"
Claire rubbed the corners of his eyes, "No need to do anything. Just ask the workers over there at Salt Factory to say there is a big order. The overtime pay will be calculated at three times the normal working hours. The same goes for the construction workers. Let them work overtime to rebuild the demolished Residential Area in the new area, and the overtime pay will be the same. Also, the purchase price of squid shreds these days has increased by one and a half times."
Regan has been following Claire for a long time, and he immediately realized what changes Claire's orders would cause. Anyway, the residents of Nafu City were busy and had no time to listen to the pastor's bullshit preaching speech. In the end, they were so busy that they fell asleep as soon as they got home, leaving the pastors unable to seize any chance.
"I understand!" Regan said excitedly. This young master of ours is indeed extremely smart!
When Regan was about to retreat, Claire suddenly called out to the other party, "That's right!"
"Master, is there anything else?" Regan turned around and asked.
"The same goes for that school. There are no Saturdays or Sundays. Except for the rest time, all the time is used to make up classes."
Regan was stunned, and now he could imagine in his mind the wailing of those children in the school, but the corners of his mouth turned up slightly and he saluted. "Okay! I'll do it right away! Those children will definitely thank you!"
Claire raised an eyebrow and looked at Regan, then smiled and said, "Then do it in your name, don't say it was my order."
"Ah this!" Regan's smile turned into a bitter smile, and he said with a bitter look on his face, "Okay! Master!"
Now he could not only imagine the wails of those children, but also imagine how those children scolded him in school. He shouldn't have said that just now! If the young master gives an order, those naughty children will definitely not say much, but they will definitely be scolded.
"Sir! Take a look!" A priest dragged a man wearing sackcloth with a leaflet and shouted loudly.
The man looked tired and waved his hands to refuse. "I really want to hear what you have to say, but I am really tired from working overtime today. How about another day? I will definitely come another day!"
"You are already the fifteenth person to say this!" The pastor hugged the other person's arm and refused to let go.
How had he ever been treated like this? When he was in the royal capital, the people would come over to say hello when they saw him, and would chat with him respectfully. Now he is begging these Nafu City people to chat with him, but they are not happy.
"Master Priest! I'm really tired, please let me go!"
The two spent some time together, and finally the priest let the other person go. If they continued to argue, he felt like the other person was going to fall asleep where he was.
Randolph, whose clothes were a little messy, walked over slowly and asked, "Did you fail again?"
The pastor nodded helplessly, "Yes, the reason is the same as the previous ones. They are all because they are too tired from working overtime and need to go back to rest."
Randolph couldn't help clenching his fists, but finally slowly opened them back and patted the priest on the shoulder, "It's okay, just try your best. Go find those believers who don't look so tired."
After the priest left, Randolph couldn't help but focus on the towering Baronial Manor, his eyes flickering. He was a bishop-level priest who was not popular in any city. Some nobles had to spend money to meet with him to pray and confess. However, he gave a free publicity speech in Nafu City, but he couldn't attract people.
Viscount Claire, you are really very capable!
Every time I think of this, Randolph feels a twinge of pain in my heart. I was full of confidence before I came here Nafu City! How could I be reduced to this situation now? I don't even have a place to live. I haven't washed my hair for two or three days now. If I didn't have Divine Arts to clean my body, it would smell bad!
If he was full of confidence before, now he is really afraid of that Nafu City Viscount Claire. This guy is really very capable. He just came to Nafu City and his foundation is not deep, so he has to fight with the opponent. It is really difficult to win the opponent!
Randolph After thinking about it for a long time, he decided to edit a book and send it to the Pope in the capital. He said before he came that if he encountered any problems, he could ask him for help.