"You're asking me to become the bishop of Roth Fort?"
Annan, upon hearing this, widened his eyes in surprise, "The true bishop?"
Indeed, he had thought that Bishop Daryl might offer him some benefits.
But he had not expected that the bald, chubby man would directly give up his own position for him...
Soon, Annan realized something.
He slowed down his speech and asked softly, "And what about you?"
"I naturally will be returning to the Royal Capital, I am not originally from Beihai. The climate here is far too damp and cold for an old man like me."
Daryl shrugged his shoulders and took out a pocket watch to check the time. Then he looked up again, gazing urgently at Annan, "What do you say, my lord?"
