Chapter 368: Seeing Trissy Again

What foolishness is Claude committing! To actually hand over the Economic Power!

Several nobles who had a slight friendship with Archbishop Claude gritted their teeth as they looked at that appointment letter.

They knew Claude had let this new Bishop act on behalf of the Archbishop, but they never expected such power could be given away just like that!

Is machinery really that fun?!

The atmosphere in the Order Hall instantly fell silent; all the nobles were stunned by Klein's bargaining chip.

If the "Survival Act" was cutting flesh from these nobles, then the "Economic Power" could hack off half their bodies!

The ability to influence the kingdom's economy was completely out of spec here; not a single person present dared to put such a chip on the table.

Not even King George III.

"Why is Bishop John so impatient? Are we not discussing this?" This time, it was Earl Hall who stood up.

Besides being an Earl, he was also a major banker with extremely close ties to the Solomon Empire, and he was one of the few among the high-ranking nobles who had not participated in the discussion just now.

"Yes, we still need to deliberate. If you do not agree with the previous suggestion, we can discuss it further to find a method acceptable to both sides."

All the nobles began to compromise.

It was just that this time, it was Klein who would not compromise.

"..." All the nobles had ugly expressions; they began to miss Archbishop Claude, for this Archbishop, who was obsessed with researching machinery, had never once used "Economic Power" to threaten them.

"From now on, everyone shall begin discussing how to implement the 'Survival Act'. I hope to see the results of the act's implementation within one week."

"This madman!" an Earl cursed through gritted teeth.

"I never imagined it would develop like this." Qiunas Colger had left with Herwin Rambis; they were in the ranks of the nobles, but they had only watched a grand drama.

The matter of affecting a nation's economy was too terrifying; it would affect all Loen people, not just these nobles. Unless absolutely necessary, Klein would not use this power that could cause large-scale chaos if handled carelessly.

Many nobles left with gloomy faces. They had prepared for this meeting for so long, only to be humiliated like this; many nobles were holding in a breath they could not release.

Thinking of the "flesh" that would soon be cut from them, their moods worsened—that's right, they were already unable to resist. Once "Economic Power" was brought out, no one who wasn't a madman would have any other thoughts.

The attendant, who had been trying to lower their presence all along, also used a golden hammer to strike the Golden Bell at this moment!

Dong!

On the statue of the "Founder" outside the Order Palace, a faint light flashed across the Law Book held in the statue's hand, recording the contents of this meeting.

"No." Klein's tone was extremely cold and hard.

"The matter is decided as such." George III watched Klein's departing back, smiled slightly, looked at the nobles with their extremely ugly expressions, and said slowly.

He did not give these nobles the slightest chance to persuade him.

Klein looked at the other two Archbishops who had been silently watching the show, nodded slightly, and turned to leave directly.

"I do not wish to use the Economic Power, but I will not never use it."

"... He is actually on our side, though it makes sense; he should be on our side." Herwin Rambis watched the carriage belonging to the Dream Sect as it gradually moved away, having already accepted this fact.

Herwin Rambis did not need to look any further; this new Bishop's attitude was expressed clearly enough.

"Then our preparations must change as well." Qiunas looked at Herwin Rambis and said.

It was just that at this moment, the corner of Herwin Rambis's eye twitched. He seemed to have thought of something, and his tone became somewhat uncertain, "That is not something we can decide."

"What?" Qiunas was startled, then realized, "Damn it!"

At the same time, in the carriage returning to the Dream Sect, Klein suddenly looked up outside the carriage. A breeze blew past, the carriage door opened quickly, and then closed silently.

Klein instinctively wanted to react, but his Spirituality forcibly suppressed this impulse.

Cannot resist!

And at this moment, a figure was quickly outlined inside the carriage, wearing a complex black dress, with a Sapphire Ring on her hand.

Klein's pupils shrank; his body tensed but he dared not act rashly.

It was actually Trissy! The Sapphire Ring on her hand had not been destroyed in that sacrifice, and it was even more profound and terrifying than before!

"Bishop's Spirituality is truly keen." A very clear voice, yet carrying a Charm, entered Klein's ears, teasing his Spirituality.

"Who are you!?" Klein looked at Trissy, who was more beautiful, vibrant, pure, and holy than she had been a few months ago, his expression sinking.

He was John Constantine now, not the Klein who knew Trissy.

"Bishop can call me Trissy." Trissy's exquisite features combined to form a peerless beauty; now, as she revealed a sweet smile, it was enough to drive many men mad.

Klein maintained a vigilant defensive posture, watching Trissy without a word, ready to attack at any moment.

"Actually, it was Herwin Rambis who asked me to come here to seduce you." Trissy's eyes flickered, every movement seeming to carry a certain suggestive meaning.

She is becoming more and more terrifying; it must have a great deal to do with that Ring... Klein's vigilance was already maxed out.

"Herwin Rambis?" Klein seemed to have heard this name from Miss Justice; was he the person in charge of the Psychology Alchemists? A "Spectator" Pathway? Was he that Demigod who had appeared by Trissy's side before!

"They want me to change your mind and make a decision favorable to the implementation of the law."

"I just didn't expect you to be more noble and selfless than we imagined. To even be willing to stand against the noble class for the sake of the poor, it is truly..."

Trissy's eyes were watery, full of admiration.

Fake... Klein judged calmly, and Trissy opposite him also sensed something, her Charm slightly receding.

"Forgive my intrusive visit; I actually wanted to ask Bishop for a small favor." Trissy looked at Klein like a wounded little beast, eyes pleading.

"I want to find my lover; his name is Sherlock Moriarty, and he is also a member of your Dream Sect." A resentment as if it were tangible rose on Trissy's face.

Klein's breathing became inexplicably heavy. Damn it... how did I not know I became your... person?!

"Hmm?" Trissy keenly noticed Klein's change, and a smile suddenly appeared on her face, "Do you know him?"