Chapter 191 The Saint Family

"Baron Sean, Kasmu St. Fisher sends you his greetings."

In the living room, Sean saw this priest in red from the Church of Dawn.

"Good day, Priest Kasmus, sit down."

With just the right smile, Sean made a gesture of invitation to Kasmu.

"To be honest, Priest Kasmus, you are much younger than I expected."

Raising the wine glass, Sean said with a smile.

Hearing Xiao En's words, Kasim also showed a smile on his face.

"Baron Sean is as young as I expected."

Unlike most of the thinner church members, Kasim is a rare fat man, who is white and fat, and only 26 or 27 years old.

With smiles and compliments to each other, after lunch with a happy mood, the two began to talk about business.

"Baron Sean, the Church of Dawn wants to build a church in Greenfield Town to provide a home for those who are lost. I hope to get your support."

Gently wiping the non-existing oil stains at the corner of his mouth, Kasim's expression became solemn. Although he was not a nobleman, Kasim's etiquette was impeccable.

"Building a church is a good thing, but Kasmu, you should know that Greenfield Town is a part of Surtilte. I have to consider the ideas of the Kingdom and the Church of Storms."

Taking a sip of red wine, Sean expressed his difficulties.

"Lord Baron, please rest assured that the Church of Dawn's missionary activities in the New World have already gained the support of the Kingdom of Sutilt, and I heard that Greenfield Town has received 3,000 survivors of the Gattuso orc disaster this time. These 3,000 poor people can have a place to shelter from the wind and rain, and the church is willing to spend 3,000 gold Galleons in the construction of Green Field Town."

Kasmu didn't feel any discomfort with Sean's prevarication. This is a very normal thing. Although the magic tide has recovered, the church is not the church it used to be after all.

"Oh? The Church of Dawn is indeed the Church of the True God. It has such kindness towards refugees. If this is the case, then I would like to thank the Church for its kindness on behalf of those 3,000 refugees."

Putting down the wine glass, a smile appeared on Sean's face.

An agreement was reached, and the atmosphere in the living room became cheerful again. As for the Church of the Storm mentioned earlier, Sean and Kasim ignored it tacitly.

No one mentioned it again.

As time passed, watching Kasim's gradually fading back, the smile on Sean's face gradually faded.

"Kasmu St. Fisher is really an interesting person. He looks more like a nobleman than a priest. No wonder he became a priest at such a young age."

After a long period of development, the Church of the True God has already become a behemoth, with intertwined internal forces. Although there are no nobles in name, they also have family forces. The most powerful of them is the family named Saint as the middle name, which represents An angel once appeared in their family.

Angels are level six, but level six are not angels. Although angels can die, they have the power bestowed by the gods. Their lifespan is much longer than the normal level six, and this means that the angels of the saint family are still alive Quite a few may still be alive.

"I hope you don't disappoint me."

Looking away, Sean's eyes had a strange brilliance.

Under the current general situation, although it is not impossible to reject the preaching of the Church of Dawn, it is not worth the loss. After all, the Church not only has angels that have shown signs, but also a true God hidden behind the scenes.

The most important thing is that the Kingdom of Sutilt has agreed to the preaching of the Church of Dawn for some reason. Although the nobles still have a high right to rule over their territories in this era, they are far from comparable to those in the Middle Ages. With the consent of the Kingdom, Dawn Church already has the right to preach in Greenfield Town legally.

And now that the Church of Dawn is willing to offer 3000 Galleons as a condition in exchange for Sean's support, Sean will naturally not cling to it.

The Lord's Mansion, the gate, and an ordinary carriage are waiting there.

When Kasmu came out of the lord's mansion, an old man with gray hair immediately greeted him.

Although he also wore the priest's uniform of the Church of Dawn, the old man treated Kasim more like a servant treats his master.

"Master Kasim, please get in the car."

Bowing and saluting, the old man's attitude is impeccable.

"Uncle Quenser, how many times have I told you that you don't have to do this, just call me Kasmu."

For the old man, Kasmu showed extra respect, but Quenser just smiled at this.

"Hey, forget it, since Uncle Quenser doesn't want to, just call me a priest from now on."

As the best option, Kasmu changed his explanation, but Quenser did not refuse.

"Get in, priest."

Hearing this, a happy smile appeared on Kasim's face.

"Did it go well this time, priest."

In the carriage, Quenser asked.

"It went well, Baron Sean was easier to deal with than I expected."

"That's good."

Hearing what Kasim said, Quenser nodded.

"Are you wondering why I gave up the big city of Memphitos and chose the small town of Green Field?"

Although Quenser did not say anything, Kasmu still saw the doubts in his heart. Regarding the question of Kasmu, Quenser did not say anything, expressing his acquiescence. Toss, Greenfield Town is completely just a rural place, and the pure population is not at the same level as Memphitos, and population is the basis for the spread of beliefs.

"There are three reasons. First, Memphitus' goal is too big. Even if I want to compete successfully, it will cost me a lot of money. Second, Memphitus has the existence of the Church of Storms, which has a deep foundation. Once we enter, we will immediately Being suppressed by the Church of the Storm, although not afraid, is also very troublesome. It is not conducive to us to open up the situation. Third, I believe in the potential of Greenfield Town, and I am more convinced of this after meeting Baron Sean. This rural place may be in the future. It will become a dazzling pearl in the New World, and my status as a priest will naturally increase at that time."

Saying this, Kasimu Yuanyuan showed a bright smile on his face, and his spirit was high, which was a wave of self-confidence.

Looking at Kasmu in this state, Quenser had a kind smile on his face, but he still had to pour cold water on it.

"Priest, it's true that what you said is true. Lvye Town may become a new pearl in the future, but there is a serious problem in this place that you have to consider, that is, the power structure here is too simple. The Montel family covers the sky with one hand, and it may be fine now, but as the church continues to grow, conflicts with the Montell family will inevitably occur, so what will you do then?"

"Yeah, this is indeed a problem, but so what? The simplicity of the present does not mean that the future will be simple. Who can capture the trajectory of fate? Let the future be left to the future."

Kasim had thought about Quenser's problem for a long time. Although there was no good solution, he only had a future if he took care of the present, so he still smiled heartily.

Infected by Kasmu, Quenser once again had a smile on his face, which was gratifying.