"Before that, if we get rid of the Doomsday Party, Rod IV will definitely try his best to dissociate himself, which would make this weakness unusable,"
"Besides, the Doomsday Party holds a lot of intelligence. I need you to approach James Morea under the guise of Leon Angell, gain his trust, become his confidant, join the Doomsday Party, and gather intel!"
"That's quite a heavy task..." Levin smacked his lips and said, "I have to deal not only with the Great Prince and Helena but also infiltrate the Doomsday Party... Is this really something one person can do?"
"The capable are burdened with more, and the more you work, the more you gain," Marvin comforted in time, "You are now Archbishop, second only to one and above tens of thousands. The only one in the entire Church of Truth who can stand on equal footing with you is a cat named Fat Orange. How could such an important position be secure if not held by a man of talent?"
"Hmm..."
