World Of Beasts: I Can See Their Hidden Stats!
/ World of Beasts: I Can See Their Hidden Stats! Chapter 280 – The Cardinal
“Did he really say that?
“He's even willing to sell the Divine Light Dragon. How can there be such a person in this world?
“In your opinion, is he sincere or is he joking with me?”
After Bishop Stevenson Twain heard Terry's report, he had paced back and forth on the ground three times.
Locke's unconventional way of thinking had directly disrupted their entire deployment.
Who would have thought that what was originally just a casual question, asking for more than a price, would actually get a response.
Moreover, Locke's words also made people unable to find any fault in it.
This was a Divine Light Dragon in its growth period. Entering the seventh level was a certainty.
In other words, this was not just a Divine Light Dragon. It represented a seventh-level Beastmaster.
What was the concept of a seventh-level Beastmaster?
Cloud City, as one of the twelve major cities, City Lord Reid was only a fifth-level Beastmaster.
If Bishop Stevenson Twain obtained the Divine Light Dragon and successfully broke through to the seventh-level, there was even hope of contending for the position of pope in the future.
How much should such a heavy gift be worth?
If he met someone who knew what was good for him, it might not even be enough to exchange the entire Cloud City.
Stevenson Twain suddenly turned around and stared at Terry, hoping to get an answer from him.
“I think, I think it should be sincere.”
Terry felt as if he was carrying a huge mountain on his back. Under the bishop's gaze, bean-sized beads of sweat began to roll down his forehead.
Wiping away the hot beads of sweat, Terry licked his dry lips. His head spun rapidly as he began to analyze.
“They came to Cloud City on the Divine Light Dragon from thousands of miles away just to seek help.
“Because of young master Morgan, perhaps they felt that there was no hope for help or there were some unexpected changes that made them not come to the church for help at the beginning.
“Now, they might have felt that this was an opportunity.
“Perhaps, we can start from this aspect and give it a try.”
Terry had burned away all of his intelligence and wisdom in his life, only then was he able to use it to grab inspiration from the vast number of clues.
This analysis was meticulous and well-organized.
The moment the words left his mouth, Terry knew that he had already persuaded the bishop.
“Treatment? At the end of the day, is it still inseparable from the recovery spell?”
“That's right. Other than the restoration spell, what else is there in Cloud City that is worth someone traveling thousands of miles to come here?”
Stevenson Twain closed his eyes and carefully thought for a moment before he made a decision.
Agree to him!
Compared to the pope's position, a restoration spell was nothing.
Moreover, it was not his first time using the restoration spell. In the original plan, after City Lord Reid captured the Divine Light Dragon, he would also use the restoration spell to save Morgan.
Now, he bypassed the city lord and directly talked to Locke. There was still one less middleman.
As long as he could really get the Divine Light Dragon, in the future, he would be able to keep quiet as a seventh-level Beastmaster. His lifespan would definitely increase greatly.
All the losses could be recovered.
“Terry, you did well.
“Go and bring him over. I promise to use the healing spell to treat his female friend's injuries.
“If he still hesitates, we can compensate him appropriately.
“As long as we can get the Divine Light Dragon, I'll personally recommend you for the next election. I'll let you become a true emissary of light, a white-robed priest.”
“Thank you, sir, for your training!”
When Terry heard this, he was overjoyed. He knelt on the ground and kowtowed non-stop.
The Church of Light's class transition was very difficult.
Under the strict hierarchy, many people joined the church in what positions they held until they died.
They had never transitioned in their entire lives.
Other than the odd jobs, the church had priests (nuns), priests, bishops, and popes. There were four levels in the church.
Each level was divided into three levels – apprentice, ordinary, and elite. The corresponding clothes were linen, gray, and white. At the bishop level, there was an additional level above white, which was red.
Once he became an archbishop in red, it meant that he was qualified to compete for the next pope's position.
It was also Stevenson Twain's goal.
Terry's official position in the church was originally a handyman, but Stevenson made an exception and promoted him to be an apprentice priest.
As for emissaries, it was the church's uniform address to the outside world.
All people below the bishop were called messengers to the outside world.
The white-robed priest could already preside over some churches in some second-class cities.
He had the power to kill all the handymen, priests, and nuns.
Even in many small cities, nuns were the exclusive property of priests. Offering a priest a physical body was a sign of loyalty to God.
From a trainee priest to a white-robed priest, the gap between them was so big that many devout clergy could not cross it in their lifetime.
Some priests worked hard all their lives and eventually died on the way to preach.
At the memorial service, it was just adding another priest in a robe.
There was still an insurmountable gap between them and the white-robed priest.
It was no wonder Terry was so excited.
“Do a good job. I won't mistreat you.”
Stevenson Twain patted Terry on the shoulder. It was completely understandable that he was excited.
If he did not have the support of his family behind him, he would not even be able to get to the position of bishop.
Even if it was a thousand-year-old family, it was already exhausted to support him to the position of bishop.
Not to mention competing for the position of pope, it had been decades, and he could not even wear a red shirt.
The family had no choice, and the rest could only rely on themselves.
This time, the Divine Light Dragon was an opportunity. He had to seize it, no matter how much he had to pay.
“Yes, your subordinate will make the arrangements now.”
Terry kowtowed a few more times before he stood up and ran out in high spirits.
He knew that he had left the church and was about to reach the door before he stopped to tidy up his clothes and pat the dirt off his body.
His expression also returned to calmness.
Of course, the priest in white was good, but he had to get his hands on it.
Locke was not an easy character to deal with. If things were to go awry, not to mention the priest, it would be good enough if he could keep his life.
He was not the only handyman under Stevenson Twain.
In the past, Terry only had the occasional opportunity to get close to the bishop.
In recent years, he had become more and more valued by the bishop and gradually became a popular person around him.
Terry's accuracy was one of the reasons, but the bigger reason was that the others had disappeared one by one.
Everyone was a handyman, so even if they did not try to find out, they would know what had happened to them.
Terry had lived until now only because he was capable and had never failed.
'I hope my luck can continue!'
Terry kissed the cross on his chest and prayed to God with unprecedented piety.
It was funny to say that as a clergyman, Terry himself did not believe in the god of light.
Not only Terry, but many priests, priests, and even bishops did not believe in God.
Chapter end
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