Hewitt showed a troubled expression:
"Actually, I have encountered some trouble, although the knights have always had a bad relationship with our church."
The bishop nodded.
"But since I'm in Furse City, I don't want to have conflicts with the knights, as I also want to do business with them."
Hewitt talked as if he really hated the knights.
But Alec knew that in the eyes of these merchants, there was probably only money. However, he didn't care about that; as long as they gave him money, they would be faithful devotees of the Primordial Flame.
"Did they do anything to you?" the bishop asked with concern.
Hewitt said with a worried face:
"Ah, not long after I arrived here, Abel, the Chief Apprentice of Sir George, insulted me. We had conflicts during our argument, and now he must be thinking about how to deal with me."
Hewitt didn't mention Hela's affair.
Alec slapped the armrest hard:
"This is outrageous! Abel actually did such a thing to innocent citizens. Wait, I'll contact George right away and ask him to bring Abel to apologize to you personally."
Hewitt coughed lightly:
"Actually, I already made him apologize to me."
Alec's eyelid twitched, thinking that this merchant was also a tough character:
"So, what do you want?"
Hewitt explained:
"I hope the church can bypass George's apprentices and introduce me directly to the Pure White Knight. I have a big business deal to discuss with him."
"In private." Hewitt added.
The bishop asked doubtfully:
"After all these things, you still want to do business with him, why not with the church? Our power in Furse is not much weaker than that of the knights."
Hewitt blinked and explained righteously:
"Business with the knights is to make their money, and with the church, all I need is to donate."
Alec didn't believe his nonsense but still nodded:
"Alright, Mr. Lite, I will arrange this for you right now. When there's news, I'll notify you as soon as possible."
The two reached a consensus with a smile.
The next day, on the fifth floor of the Pure White Tower.
Deputy Apprentice Theo put down the newspaper, took a sip of tea, and asked:
"Is there any new news?"
Sean, who was from the same family, stood in front of him, like a servant.
Sean answered:
"It seems that a guy named Lite, relying on his little money, spoke rudely to Sir George. According to my informant, Abel seemed to want to punish this guy. Should we act first?"
"With a little money? Are you sure someone named Lite?"
"Yes, that's right."
"Is he a young man with short hair?"
"Yes, you already know?"
Theo didn't say anything but spread the newspaper on the table, which prominently displayed a line of bold characters.
"Generous businessman Mr. Lite donates 500 million to help church expansion; Bishop praises this as a great act of kindness and that Mr. Lite is the most devout believer."
Below was a photo of Hewitt and Alec shaking hands, both looking very satisfied.
With his usual expression, Theo said:
"Don't look for that informant anymore."
On the eighth floor of the Pure White Tower.
Abel was pacing back and forth in his room, his face darkened.
Magi dared not say a word.
"Damn, damn, damn!" Abel gritted his teeth, "How could this Lite be so quick to act? In the eyes of others, am I not a fool now?"
Magi asked:
"So, do we still go and apologize?"
Abel shouted angrily:
"Apologize my ass!"
"So, what do we do now?"
Abel took a deep breath and ordered:
"You go find my father and have him send some people to investigate Lite's background: which country he is from, what industry he is in, how much money he has, and most importantly, any weaknesses and secrets we can exploit.
"If we cannot become friends, then we must be prepared to wage war on our enemies."
At this moment, Hewitt was also inside the Pure White Tower, on its top floor.
Knight George was sitting opposite him.
Hewitt took a sip of red wine:
"Hmm, this is from Edel Manor in Worton, right? But nowadays, with the expansion of machinery and coal power, I remember the vineyards are getting smaller each year."
George sighed:
"Indeed, in the past, Edel's red wine used to supply half of Worton's nobility, but now it has become a scarce commodity. But Mr. Lite, you didn't come here just for wine, did you?"
Hewitt replied:
"Maybe I just wanted to see the honorable Pure White Knight and have a nice drink and chat."
"That doesn't sound like a devout believer of the Primordial Flame, Mr. Lite."
Hewitt stood up and looked out the window:
"It seems you can see the Church of the Primordial Flame from here."
George laughed:
"That's because this is the highest place in Furse City."
Hewitt said:
"But soon it won't be. The highest place will become an attached tower of the church."
George responded:
"Thanks to Mr. Lite's generous support."
Hewitt shook his head:
"I just mentioned it, but the bishop seemed to have been preparing for this moment for a long time."
This was a lie, but no one would expose it.
George walked up to Hewitt and said:
"Indeed, some people have been displeased with the towering Pure White Tower for a long time. However, Mr. Lite, you don't seem as devout as rumored, do you?"
Hewitt waved his hand:
"The Primordial Flame has been acting too arrogantly. Any sane person wouldn't like it, especially their attitude towards Ingris.
"After all, for the Primordial Flame, which has become the principal church in several countries, Ingris is undoubtedly a huge cake, a cake without an owner."
George reminded him unhappily:
"Ingris has her master."
Hewitt nodded:
"The Dragon King is indeed admirable. If he were still awake, even living saints would run away with their tails between their legs."
"Hmph, good that you know."
"But he's fallen asleep now, hasn't he?"
There was a hint of anger in George's eyes:
"Watch your words."
Hewitt turned his head, smiling at George:
"Or what? White Dragon."
George's anger vanished instantly, and he asked coldly:
"Who are you? Mr. Lite."
Lite shook his finger:
"You should ask, who are we?"
"You all?"
Hewitt's tone was very sincere:
"Honesty and trust are the foundation of cooperation, Mr. White Dragon. We are the Holy Beast Clan, hidden in the shadows, yet still maintaining our purity."
"White Lion Club?"
Hewitt nodded.
This was a lie, but no one would expose it.
"Since the church needs face, we'll let them spend every penny on maintaining it. Meanwhile, we can talk about a real big deal, one that can truly strengthen the Knights."
George sneered:
"Oh, you're so kind? What do you want?"
"The blood of the White Dragon."
George laughed angrily:
"Impossible."
"Maybe you'd be willing to hear our plan. Although everyone says you were sent here due to suspicions from the king, we all know that your true mission is to keep this country safe from the threat of the Primordial Flame."