Steel, Guns, and the Industrial Party in Another World-Chapter 651: The Trap 2
Chapter 651: The Trap 2
TL: Rui88
But when he saw a group of people on horseback walking towards his church in the distance, Hershey thought it was some noble or rich person strolling in the countryside.
When the group got closer, Hershey saw clearly that they were flying the banner of Count Alda.
He immediately ran out of the church to greet them.
“Thank the Heavenly Father, your arrival truly fills me with joy.”
When he reached the group, he saw that the one on the white horse was indeed Paul Grayman.
“I happened to come to Totor Village today, and I thought of a friend like you here, so I came to visit on the way.”
Paul smiled, dismounting as he spoke.
Friend?
Hershey was stunned. In fact, he and Paul had only met once in the church in Port Fran.
“Quick!” Paul took his hand. “Show me around your church!”
“Please follow me, Count Grayman.”
……
In the courtyard of the church, Ordennel and Mariana continued to discuss the details of the operation.
“Ordennel, did you find out that he would come to this village?”
“Yes, Lady Redflame.”
“But this village’s territory is very large. How can you be sure that Lord Grayman will definitely come to this church? What if he just wanders around somewhere else and leaves? Wouldn’t all your arrangements be in vain?”
“Ho ho, then we’ll have to find some pretexts to attract him here. I wonder if our magic shows these past few days have had any effect. Of course, we have other means…”
“Hmph, I’m just afraid that they won’t succeed in the end.”
Hearing this, Ordennel impolitely looked Mariana up and down from head to toe.
“Mariana, if all other means fail, don’t we still have you?”
“Me?”
“Oh, you are an extremely charming woman. Perhaps you just need to walk into the village and say a few words to that Count Grayman, and he will willingly follow you to the church!”
“Shut up!” To Ordennel’s surprise, Mariana suddenly flew into a rage, her eyes showing a look of disgust.
“I am very sorry. Please forgive my extremely inappropriate joke, Lady Redflame.”
Seeing that Mariana was genuinely angry, Ordennel immediately chose to back down. He put away his playful smile and replaced it with a solemn expression, apologizing in a sincere tone.
The operation was imminent; they couldn’t have a conflict now.
Mariana did not pursue his offense, but she also did not continue to speak.
“Oh oh oh!” Denson nearby whispered, breaking the awkward silence.
His eyesight was excellent. The church priest had run out and spoken with the newcomers for a while, and then was leading them this way.
“We’ve really hit the jackpot. Look, that Count Grayman is walking over himself.”
“What?” Ordennel and Mariana were both startled.
“How did he get here so quickly?” Ordennel muttered to himself.
Of course, the target walking over on his own would indeed save a lot of trouble.
“Mariana, Denson and I will go make some preparations. As long as he enters the vicinity of this church, we can make a move at any time. But I will choose the most suitable moment, so you must be on alert at all times, keep an eye on the count’s guards, and choose your respective targets.” Ɽã₦ộꞖƐṨ
Denson had also notified Nathan and Edward, and the master and disciple went to prepare.
Mariana watched the group of people slowly walking towards the church from outside, her pupils dilated.
……
“Father, your church is truly unique!”
Paul raised his head and looked at a church of no great size in front of him.
He hadn’t seen it clearly from a distance just now, but now that he was closer, he saw that it was so simple and crude.
If it had been when he had just inherited the title of lord, it wouldn’t have been surprising. After all, the buildings in the entire Northwest Bay were low and dilapidated back then. But now was not like before. It was rare for this Father Hershey to be able to endure not renovating the church.
Based on Paul’s previous impression of him, it should be because Hershey was not very good at “making money.”
Hershey said with a blush, “Count Grayman, the Lord of Light never asks his servants to contribute too much materially.”
Paul laughed heartily, “I hope your colleagues think so too.”
This village church had a large courtyard enclosed by a fence, in which many kinds of vegetables were planted.
Walking to the courtyard gate, Paul saw that there were quite a few people inside, especially many children.
“Oh, is there some activity today?” “It’s like this, Count Grayman…”
Hershey briefly explained to him about the magic show for the children.
“A magic show? Then I must see it.”
Paul became interested. In any life, he had always enjoyed watching magic.
Walking into the courtyard, the people inside also looked at him with curious eyes.
The children did not know Paul and just treated him as an ordinary person visiting the church.
Three adults caught Paul’s attention.
A tall, thin man with a thick mustache seemed to be a sailor.
A young man of about his height, with a somewhat defiant expression, was energetically performing magic for the children.
And a tall lady, whose fiery red hair left a deep impression, and her beauty gave Paul an indescribable feeling.
After the first glance at her, the lady’s image seemed to be seared into Paul’s brain.
He walked towards the place where the magic was being performed, chatting with Father Hershey.
“Father, your life doesn’t seem to be very well-off.”
“Ah, I have adopted several orphans…”
“I know, there are many good people like you among the clergy in the Northwest Bay, and they don’t live very well.”
“This… we just need to serve the Lord with all our heart.”
“For good people like you, there should be some reward. So I plan to order the Administration Council to add a special expenditure.”
“Oh, you are the lord, this is your right. Huh? Wait a minute…”
Hershey perked up his ears, his eyes wide open.
He had caught the meaning in Paul’s words; it seemed that the lord was going to give money to poor priests like him.
Hershey’s mind could not help but become animated.
Of course, he abided by the rules of poverty and would never take money he shouldn’t. But, if an extra legitimate income appeared out of thin air, he would not refuse it.
“Did I hear you correctly? Count Grayman.”
“Of course,” Paul nodded affirmatively. “How about calling it a social service allowance? In the future, the recipients of this allowance may not be limited to your clergy. As long as they are people who contribute to society…”
“I… I…” Hershey was so excited in his heart that his voice choked.
“Thank you, Count Grayman.” It took him a long time to squeeze out a sentence.
The Count must have been sent by the Lord of Light, such a thought popped into the priest’s mind.
As the two talked, they arrived at the magic performance area.
Paul felt a trace of unease.
Because the red-haired lady was looking at him with an extremely complicated expression.
Chapter 651: The Trap 2
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