Chapter 613


    Several buildings past the back door of the main hall led to a resting area. At this moment, in the room


    where the bishop was located, more than 20 bodyguards d in ck were standing with their hands


    behind their backs.


    In front of them stood a white-haired old man with a dragon-headed cane in his hand. Beside the old


    man was a middle-aged person dressed in a suit, who happened to be the person in charge of the


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    Mount Warner scenic area.


    The venerable bishop, in his 70s, was wearing a robe. He had a string. of prayer beads in his hand as


    he sat on a mahogany-made high- backed chair.


    “Bishop, this is Mr. Dominic Carter, the chairman of the Green Bamboo Association. He hase to


    pick up Lindon,” said the person in charge respectfully.


    Mount Warner had be a scenic area all thanks to the bishop’s efforts. Purple Church was now


    able to earn money from offerings well as make a substantial profit from ticket sales on the project.


    side. It was truly mutually beneficial cooperation.


    “He caused trouble outside a few days ago. ording to the church’s rules, he must be punished with


    80 strokes before he can leave,” the bishop said slowly, his voice old and hoarse.


    A troubled expression crossed the person in charge’s face. “While rules may be rigid, people ought to


    be flexible. Lindon hails from a distinguished background. How can he endure such punishment?”


    Standing next to the bishop, a priest coldly spoke up, “Rules are rules. ?re rules even rules if they can


    be changed arbitrarily?”


    This person was a martial priest of the church, possessing the power of the mid-level Profound Reality


    Realm.


    Mount Warner had been transformed into a tourist attraction, causing significant damage to the


    ecological environment. Moreover, the annual dividends were unevenly distributed, and the church was


    dissatisfied with this situation.


    Now, the person in charge hade to them for help, even asking the bishop to disregard the rules of


    the church. Such a request was a show of ack of respect for the church.


    “Mortimer, I’m talking to your bishop. Do you have the right to interrupt?” The person in charge of the


    scenic area’s face was as dark as it was cold.


    Despite being an executive in the business world, he was willing to speak to the bishop with courtesy.


    However, Mortimer’s impertinence. is beyond tolerance.


    Mortimer himself was a fiery person. When he noticed the increasingly unfriendly tone of the person in


    charge, his temper instantly red. “Is my mouth not on my face? Why can’t I speak?”


    “Damned priest. Did I say you could talk, huh?” The person in charge rolled up his sleeves, looking like


    he was about to get physical.


    Mortimer sneered and took two steps forward. Dealing with ant ordinary person like him would be as


    easy as just lifting a finger.


    At this moment, Dominic tapped his dragon-headed cane on the ground and coldly said, “Without rules,


    there is no order. The reason. why the Green Bamboo Association hase this far is because we


    adhere to the rules. Everything should be done ording to the bishop’s will!”


    The aura of an underground tycoon was undeniably evident in


    Dominic. At the man’s words, the person in charge of the scenic area respectfully replied, “As expected


    of a great boss who knows that rules are meant to be adhered to!”


    Mortimer red at the person in charge of the scenic area disdainfully, finding his sycophantic behavior


    utterly shameless. Hist ingratiating behavior showed ack of decency. The bishop turned and said,


    “Mortimer, go and bring Lindt over!”


    “Yes, Bishop!” Mortimer bowed slightly before turning around and making his way toward the rear hall.


    A momentter, he emerged with a priest wearing a light yellow robe.


    This priest had no scars on his head and walked in a carefree manner. “Grandpa, why are you sote?


    They didn’t give me any food.st night and said they wanted to punish me!”


    Lindon went up to his grandfather’s side, expressing his griev He had not been able to reach Horace or


    Warner the entire day alone the photographer, Rowan.


    Realizing that something was wrong, he called his grandfather, but he did not expect the bishop to go


    looking for him when he did. At a nce, the bishop could tell he had done something wrong and


    warned of the impending disasters due to his misdeeds.


    Having been hiding in Purple Church for almost three years, Lindon knew the bishop well. The bishop


    was well-versed in astronomy and geography, skilled in divination, and highly proficient in the art of


    fortune-telling.


    Hearing the bishop’s words, Lindon panicked, prompting him to contact his grandfather to rescue him.


    Dominic pped Lindon across the face.”You useless thing, you’re always causing trouble for me!”