Of course, the one being cursed wasn't Casare, but Victor, since after all, he was the head of the Governor's Mansion.
"He'll end up in hell sooner or later!"
Victor almost wanted to laugh when he heard the other party's "vicious" curse, with a discontinued copy of "My Struggle" resting on his knees.
Holding the microphone in his hand, "Mexico's religion is too lax, we need to have our own sect, what do you think?"
Caught off guard, Casare hesitated, not sure if he understood correctly, "Boss, you mean…"
"I think the current doctrine doesn't suit us, we should establish a new church like the United Kingdom and have the Mexican sect break away from the constraints of the Roman Curia!"
"I should ascend to the throne and become King in Tijuana!"
Casare's eyes widened. He was no longer illiterate, especially after serving as mayor in several places, his cultural understanding had grown, and he had read quite a bit about the rise of the United Kingdom.
