Chapter 980: Chapter 608, How is that young man?_2
By then, talk to the Archbishop.
Test the Church’s attitude.
It’s just about spending some money, isn’t it!
After contemplating, he nodded in agreement, “Alright, I’ll go see what the Church’s stance is tomorrow.”
“Yes, the most important things are the attitudes of the Hall of Justice and the Church. If they agree, we’ll move on to the next step.”
“Okay… Oh, which members of the Lower House are you planning to persuade?” Fang Hao continued to ask.
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Rebecca thought for a moment and said, “The most important is the Mage Association. Although it is not a member of the Upper House, its influence is even greater than that of the three City Lords of the Upper House. If the Upper House passes it, we will have to find a way to convince the Mage Association and the representatives of the Workers’ Association, as well as the representatives of the Alchemy Association, ….”
The carriage moved through the night, the Nightstones gently swaying.
Rebecca broadly outlined all the ideas she could think of.
But the members of the Lower House were many and complex. When it came to discussions, they could only focus on a few critical ones.
It wasn’t about discussing with all of them, after all.
Finally, after a bumpy ride, the carriage returned to their residence.
Rebecca quickly straightened her clothes and was the first to step out of the carriage.
Fang Hao followed her out and they walked toward the room together.
…
Elsewhere.
On the soft couch.
Olivia, still in her gorgeous makeup, was dressed in a black gauze skirt, her curves elegant and exuding mature beauty.
She kicked her husband beside her in annoyance, “Is this all you’re capable of? I’m embarrassed to speak of it.”
Dordy stretched out his long arm, wrapped her in his embrace, and said, “I’m a bit tired; otherwise, my performance would be much better than this.”
“Hmph! You can’t even compare to Rebecca’s young husband. All those muscles you’ve trained are like a gorilla,” Olivia scoffed.
Dordy was taken aback, then looked at his wife with a peculiar expression.
He was about to ask how she knew whether that young husband was impressive or not when he heard his wife say, “Rebecca told me her husband can last much longer than you.”
“Ah, you women always talk about these things when you’re together. Obviously, it’s an exaggeration, and you bring it up too,” Dordy said immediately.
Olivia kicked him again and didn’t pursue the matter further.
Continuing on, she said, “You talked to Fang Hao, what do you think of him?”
Dordy was silent for a moment before saying, “This man is no small-time husband; he’s much more impressive than you think.”
“Ah? What do you mean?” Olivia’s interest peaked, she propped her arm under her head and looked at him.
Olivia and Rebecca were close, and she would find out from Rebecca eventually even if she herself didn’t speak.
So he started saying, “Your so-called young husband offered me ten Organ Guns on the spot. Do you think Rebecca can manage that?”
Rebecca was indeed a bold and capable woman, but she couldn’t offer ten Organ Guns.
“Ten cannons, what’s so special about that? Maybe Rebecca just told him to say so.”
Dordy shook his head, “Ten Organ Guns, fifty million Warfire Coins, and even with money, they can’t be bought just like that. Can Rebecca afford that much money?”
“What? Fifty million? Warfire Coins?” Olivia exclaimed in surprise.
So wealthy?
Hearing this news.
Olivia was even more astonished than Dordy; she had a very good relationship with Rebecca.
In private, they were friends who could talk about anything and everything.
But she truly thought that Rebecca had grown tired of her past life and had taken a young man she liked under her wing.
Now it seemed, this young man was not as simple as she had imagined.
No wonder Rebecca, despite her age, acted like a young bride.
“So, this person is not some young husband being taken care of.”
The room fell quiet for a while.
Olivia then continued, “Did you agree to him?”
“I’ve temporarily agreed, but we still need to discuss it further,” Dordy said.
“Alright.”
Without speaking further, the two embraced each other and fell asleep.
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“Help them renovate the Temple? That’s not a good idea!”
In the early morning, as they both dressed, they discussed what conditions they should put forth to get the church to agree to the Senate’s nomination.
Rebecca, brushing away the other’s outstretched hand, said, “A common method used by the nobles is to donate to and refurbish Temples in various places.”
“That’s not good,” Fang Hao shook his head, “That would expand the church’s influence, which would seriously impact our future development….”
Based on the information they had received, faith was also an important resource.
Even wars over the ownership of faith might arise.
He had already taken note of the Power of Faith.
If they renovated the Temple, thus broadening the church’s influence, they would also increase the public’s adoration for the church.
This would have far more serious implications than providing some equipment that would become unusable after a year or two.
After listening, Rebecca felt what he was saying seemed to make sense.
“Then what do you plan to do?” Rebecca asked as she continued dressing.
“That will depend on the attitude of the Archbishop. Ideally, we would provide some clothing and items, but funding the repair of churches and Temples is out of the question,” Fang Hao mused and then said.
“But with just that, the church is unlikely to agree; after all, there are plenty of people offering them clothing and equipment,” Rebecca remarked.
“Then provide some armor. Doesn’t the church have a Knightly Army of the Temple? Give them armor.”
Armor was even better; he could mass-produce it.
Of course, he wasn’t afraid of the church getting their hands on the equipment and posing a threat.
The Union United Army couldn’t even defeat ‘Odys’, let alone him.
“Alright, you decide,” Rebecca said, putting on her coat.
The two hurriedly left the room.
After having breakfast.
Rebecca then went out in the carriage to find ‘Olivia’ and visit the two council members together.
Fang Hao wasn’t in such a hurry; he still had some time before he had to meet with the Archbishop.
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“Archbishop, Rebecca is debauched and incompetent, and Lyss City has many issues. If she enters the Senate, it would pose a danger to the entire Federation,” said Groot, the Councilor of the Commerce Chamber, leaning forward with his waist bent, explaining the purpose of his visit.
Though his voice was soft, his tone was somewhat hurried, clearly unrest stirring within him.
Archbishop ‘Milton’, holding his staff, asked, “What is the House of Commons’ stance on this matter?”
Huh?
Groot was startled, not expecting the Archbishop’s first question to be about the House of Commons.
Since when was the attitude of the House of Commons so important?
Though puzzled, he still said with a smile, “Last night, I met with a few council members with whom I share a good relationship, and their thoughts align with mine. Rebecca’s unique status, added to the fact that Lyss City is quite ordinary— if she were to enter the Senate, it would surely stir dissatisfaction among the City Lords of other cities.”
That was the rhetoric, but when considering Rebecca’s status and the development potential of Lyss City.
She really shouldn’t be the one to enter the Senate.
But it was indeed Rebecca who had solved the Undead crisis, Dordy had promised so herself, on the spot.
“During this time, have you investigated Lyss City? Any news?” asked the Archbishop.
Groot, bending even lower, replied, “Not yet; Lyss City has been very tight-lipped recently, there’s no news coming back.”
The Archbishop nodded and after some thought continued, “What do you know about Rebecca’s husband?”
Groot thought for a moment and firmly said, “A transmigrator with decent development, nothing else special about him. He helped Rebecca deal with the Faceless Ones before; they met through that—a powerless pretty boy.”
The Archbishop nodded again but didn’t say anything.
This matched the information he had.
“Alright, you can go back now. If I need you for anything, I will have someone notify you,” said the Archbishop.
Groot wanted to speak up, to implore the Archbishop to definitely not agree.
But the words didn’t come out, despite several attempts.
In the end, he could only give a respectful bow and withdraw.
Once the room was quiet again.
The Archbishop asked someone nearby, “When is Fang Hao scheduled to come over?”
“Archbishop, there’s about an hour left,” the Attendant replied respectfully.
“Hm,” the Archbishop stood up and left the room, heading to another room.