Start As a Lord In a Viscount

Randolph had already collected a lot of information about Claire before he came, so the disappearance of the nobles in Nafu City could not be concealed from him. Probably know what happened.

When Randolph said this, his eyes were already fixed on Claire's face, and he wanted to take a closer look, but to his disappointment, there was no change in Claire's face.

This made him suspicious, whether his speculation was wrong.

"Oh, I don't know about that." Claire said lightly, "Baron Eugene left Naft City a few months ago. If Bishop Randolph wants to find it, he should go to another city to find it."

Hearing Claire's words, Randolph still did not give up, but further forced him: "I have inquired about several nearby cities, and there is no news of Baron Eugene at all, and there is no news of some nobles in Nafford City before. I didn't find out, does the Viscount really know nothing about it?"

Claire frowned and pretended to be thinking. After a while, she said: "I thought about it, they didn't seem to tell me where to go?" Then, Claire pretended to be shocked: "Will he be kidnapped by robbers? Let's go! Griffin has also made trouble with robbers before, so it is impossible for such a thing to happen."

After speaking, Claire turned her attention to Randolph, who was opposite her, and smiled, "Bishop Randolph should be careful, what if he is targeted by robbers and kidnapped on the way to preach."

Randolph's eyes widened, and he was astonished: he dared to threaten himself!

Before Randolph could speak, Claire patted him on the shoulder and continued: "But don't worry, Lord Bishop, as long as you stay in Nafford City, I will keep you safe."

Randolph took a half step back, avoided Claire's hand, raised his eyes to look at Claire, and there was no fear in his eyes.

"Preaching is our duty, and the Lord will bless me."

"Hahahaha." Claire retracted his hand and laughed loudly: "I am a mage, and I am very envious of those of you who have faith. No matter what happens, I believe that my Lord will protect me, and I Just believe in yourself."

Randolph didn't answer him, but instead asked, "Does the Viscount really know that there are still time-tracing spells in this world?"

"Just for a few poor nobles?" The corner of Claire's mouth was slightly upturned, showing a hint of mockery. He is not an uninformed mage. Naturally, he knows the spells that can be traced back in time, but it is comparable to the forbidden spell. Only high-level characters can use it, and the damage to yourself is not small. To deal with a king of a country, he wouldn't use this kind of trick, let alone a little viscount like himself. If he can use it to condemn himself, it is better to blow himself to death with a forbidden spell. He didn't turn around. Opportunity.

After speaking, Claire turned her head and said before leaving: "It's not too late, Bishop Randolph should go back and clean up the church first, and Randolph came to Nafford City after a long journey, and rested for a while. It’s time to start preaching again, if your body is exhausted, you won’t be able to worship your Lord.”

Randolph looked at the back of Claire's departure, withdrew his gaze, and responded loudly: "Don't bother Lord Viscount!"

Then he heard a cold snort from the tip of Claire's nose who was leaving. Randolph also took back his disturbed emotions and turned back to the church.

...

The next day, in front of the dining table in the Viscount Mansion, Claire was dealing with the breakfast on the table.

Reagan walked in hastily from the outside, and reported to Claire, "Master, the people from the church have already started preaching in Nafford City."

Claire slowly put down the knife and fork in his hand, "Details."

"They gave missionary speeches in residential areas and markets where there are many people, and many residents have been attracted." Reagan took out a color-printed paper from his arms and handed it over, and continued: "This is It's the flyers they use for publicity."

Claire took a look at it, and there was a magnificent portrait of the God of Light printed on it, and it had a sacred artistic atmosphere. It really attracted a lot of attention, not to mention that many residents here originally believed in the God of Light.

"It's much better than that guy Omar, at least the portrait on this flyer is not bad." Claire said lightly.

Reagan, who had been with Claire for so long, could not hear the dissatisfaction in his tone, and immediately suggested, "Master, should we send someone to stop it?"

Claire waved his hand, "No, preaching is the vocation of the clergy and they are protected by law. If we block it, we will give the handle to the other party, and even if it is serious, we can directly start a crusade against me."

"Sorry, I didn't think about it that much." Regan slapped his mouth, almost putting his young master in danger.

Claire thought for a while and said, "Send someone to maintain order..."

Reagan was a little puzzled and asked, "Why do we still help him?"

"It's not helping, it's strictly in accordance with the laws of the country, and you're just doing things fairly."

After Claire's question, Reagan's eyes lit up, "I understand, according to national law, gatherings of more than 50 people must report to the local area to avoid a public crisis. They didn't report to us this time, and we just For the safety of the onlookers, right?"

Claire smiled and nodded, "Let's go and do it."

...

On the other side, Randolph looked at the evacuated crowd, a strange light flashed in his eyes, and his aura became suppressed.

Then he instructed the priests below to act separately, and each person responsible for a place could add up to one or two hundred people.

The priests from the royal capital are indeed at the level. They are much more powerful than the priest Omar who has stayed in Nafhu for decades. They also have a deep understanding of the scriptures in the sacred books. , coupled with the magical techniques of their lineage that can appease and sublime the hearts of people, the people below were also fascinated by it, and unconsciously the crowd increased again.

This time, Reagan didn't send anyone to stop him. There was a reason to evacuate the crowd before, but if he tried to stop him in this situation, it would have brought out the conflict and aggravated it.

"Xixi! Lili!"

When everyone was listening, the sky was suddenly shrouded in dark clouds, and the rainstorm suddenly fell!

Randolph's eyes changed slightly on the podium, and the believers below also dodged into the building next to him because of the rain.

In the end, Randolph moved the location to the church, but after all, the church was still small and could only accommodate a hundred people, but even so, many believers gathered in the church and continued to listen to Randolph's story. .

The preaching continued until dusk, and the people below were a little dissatisfied and wanted to continue listening until Randolph stood up and said it was over, and they got up and left.

When Randolph was about to leave, Claire stepped up from the crowd~www.wuxiahere.com~ with a faint smile on her face, "Bishop Randolph is indeed an elite who came out of the Church. He just arrived. The city of Nafu is so anxious to start preaching, and it also attracts so many believers that it is so good, I am very enlightened to listen to it below.”

Randolph stopped what he was doing and looked at Claire calmly. If it wasn't for the heavy rain just now, there would be more believers below, and his first mission would not be so sloppy and embarrassing. But even so, his face was still calm. He had expected this situation before he came, but it was more serious than he thought.

Randolph also had a smile on his face, and responded: "I didn't expect that the Viscount is still interested in the teachings I teach. If you are interested, I hope to have an in-depth exchange with you."

Claire smiled, "There are so many things in the city, look for another opportunity."

After saying this, the two just looked at each other like this, without saying a word.

In the end, Claire shrugged, with a smile on her face, "I wish the bishop every success in his missionary journey."

"Lend your auspicious words!"