Chapter 367: Economic Power

No, impossible, not enough... Klein used only three words to negate all three possibilities discussed by the nobles.

And with the help of Sound Magic, every noble here was also clear about Klein's reply and attitude.

Klein had other ways to stop their discussion, but he chose to use this nearly humiliating method.

This immediately caused the faces of all the noble lords to darken rapidly.

Even the "God's Singer" and Saint Anthony beside Klein were startled, looking at Klein in astonishment.

Yet Klein faced this group of noble lords, who held the greatest authority in this kingdom, with a calm expression, showing no intention of backing down in the slightest.

"The scene of you jumping up and down just now reminded me of the daily gatherings of Curly-Haired Baboons in a zoo—mimicking humans, absurd and boring, displaying nothing but stupidity. I really couldn't help but stand up," Klein said again.

"I've long known that people love to call certain politicians Curly-Haired Baboons. I didn't quite understand it before, but now I just want to clap and say it's brilliant."

This time his words were even more biting and sarcastic, directly mocking the entire group.

Such an attitude could be called ruthless, directly blocking all the nobles' thoughts and placing the implementation of the "Survival Act" as the top priority.

Klein stood with his hands behind his back, exuding a mysterious aura he had cultivated above the Grey Fog; he was now more conspicuous than King George III.

"The 'Survival Act' was formulated and signed under the guidance of my Dream Sect, so my Dream Sect must be responsible for its promotion."

Even the Prime Minister's political composure could not hold up; he was so angered by Klein's words that his breathing became heavy.

"This is my attitude, and it is also the attitude of the Dream Sect."

"No one is allowed to obstruct its implementation in any way."

"You!" Many noble lords could no longer hold back, glaring with rage, and a certain cold, eerie glint flickered in the eyes of some nobles.

This behavior also pushed all the nobles to the opposite side of the Dream Sect.

When had they ever suffered such humiliation?!

"I wonder what high opinion Bishop John has?" Prime Minister Aguxide Nigen did not lose his reason due to Klein's biting sarcasm; he looked at Klein and asked calmly.

"Who is in favor? Who is opposed?"

He straightened his divine robe, which had become slightly wrinkled from sitting, and spoke his suggestion on behalf of the Dream Sect.

"On behalf of the Dream Sect, I veto all your suggestions." Klein straightened his expression, putting away the arrogance and overbearing manner he had deliberately displayed.

Klein actually did not know how to persuade this group of nobles with words, so he chose the simplest method.

How could one play like this? This was flipping the table!

Not only was the Prime Minister's face extremely ugly, but the rest of the nobles also had expressions as if they had eaten a fly.

"The original 'Survival Act' was agreed upon by the major churches, the Augustus Family, and the major nobles; it is already perfect enough. I suggest that from now on, instead of piecemeal progress, it should be fully implemented."

"I object!" Duke Negan raised his hand first, glaring at Klein with a group of Conservative Party nobles.

Klein suddenly thought that it might have been better if Bishop Chumen hadn't saved him back then; he had drawn his gun too quickly at the time, directly blowing the head off that "Apostle of Desire".

Right, who was it that wanted to kill him? The "Sunset Dead-House Group" that Roselle once joined? The tide of Fate? What did Duke Negan have to do with the tide of Fate?

Klein looked at Duke Negan, and suddenly a flash of inspiration struck him, as if he had thought of something.

It was just that there was no time to think at this moment; that Prime Minister had also expressed his will—he objected!

"I also object!" This was the noble who had proposed to "take a half-step back." In his view, taking a half-step back was already a huge price to pay, but now that the goal had not been reached, he was embarrassed into anger.

"What are you using to object? A brain comparable to a Curly-Haired Baboon's?" Klein noted down that flash of inspiration, intending to confirm it later, while on the other side, his mouth had subconsciously delivered a taunt.

"Is he from the 'True Creator Church'? Why is his speech so pleasant?!" Both "God's Singer" and Saint Anthony could not hold back and were slacking off on the side.

The "True Creator Church" had some of the most eloquent people in the world; this was recognized by many churches.

"Who knows?" Saint Anthony chuckled, watching Klein perform.

"You!" Everyone wished they could tear Klein's mouth to shreds.

"Speak properly." Klein tapped the table again, and his Sound Magic suppressed the restlessness of the nobles.

Only this time, the Sound Magic was clearly not as effective as before, as there were quite a few high-Sequence Beyonders among these nobles.

"Ding!" Klein fished a Dream Gold Coin out of his pocket and tossed it onto the table.

The gold coin landed on the table with a crisp sound; this was the power of money.

"Speak, what are you using to oppose me." When Klein tossed this gold coin, the faces of all the nobles could not help but twitch slightly.

"Even Claude wouldn't dare use this to threaten us," Duke Negan said coldly. "I don't believe you can wield Economic Power."

Oh, theoretically, the Archbishop of the Dream Sect was still that Claude who was busy researching machines; for now, Klein was merely acting in the capacity of the Archbishop.

"That's true, then let's add an appointment letter." Klein reached into his divine robe again and took out an official order.

In three days, Klein hadn't just been sitting there waiting; that didn't fit his habits as a "Magician."

He had long ago contacted the Dream Sect headquarters through the internal communication methods of the Dream Sect, detailing the difficulties encountered here.

Therefore, the headquarters had sent over an appointment letter directly: from now on, in the absence of Archbishop Claude, John Constantine could exercise all the powers of the Archbishop.

And the Archbishop of the Dream Sect possessed a very important privilege, one that could even be said to be capable of shaking a nation's economy.

That was the "Economic Power" bestowed by the Dream Duke Castle.

The source of all gold coins was the Dream Castle in the Solomon Imperial Capital. Since the establishment of the Solomon Empire more than two thousand years ago, the empire's economic power had always belonged to the Dream Castle.

Well, let's put it this way: after Klein obtained the Archbishop's Economic Power, he could influence all economic activities between the entire Solomon Empire and the Loen Kingdom from the perspective of the Solomon Empire.

This was a terrifying power, so terrifying that Klein was a bit dazed when he received this appointment letter; it was truly hard to believe that something so important had fallen into his hands just like that.

What was even more unbelievable was that Archbishop Claude, who possessed such great power, had run off as soon as he could.

"So, do you have anything else to say?" Klein looked calmly at these incredulous nobles and asked again.