He originally thought that if the Christopher Institute plan was successfully implemented, he would follow suit and make a small profit.

As a result, there is no news now.

Putting the journal on the glass coffee table next to him, Jiang Xilin stood up and walked to the kitchen to start preparing a dinner for one person.

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Seventeen towering pale golden churches, countless snow-white towers, and winding gray-white walls together constitute the largest monastery in the diocese of the Tosain Kingdom - Morning Glory Monastery.

The white snow and pale golden roofs shone dreamily in the scorching afterglow.

However, the monastery, which is usually peaceful, seems a little impetuous today.

Nuns, priests, and even priests who already had priesthood were all whispering.

Although the sound is very low, it is not difficult to hear some words such as "Dongting City", "Ancient Giant Insect", "Machine and Craftsman Association", "Haigre Fortress Cannon" and so on when passing by.

And in the most exquisite, majestic and towering cathedral in Morning Glory Abbey - Wimbosha Cathedral.

An emergency meeting of the top leaders of the Torsain Diocese is underway.

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In the empty hall with a clearance of more than 20 meters and an area of ​​more than several hundred square meters, long dark blue cloth flags are hung.

A thirty-meter long rectangular table made of pure pine wood is placed in the center, with dozens of high-back chairs carved with exquisite patterns arranged on both sides.

At the head of the long table sat an old man with white hair and beard.

The old man was wearing an extremely complicated pale golden priest robe, and he was also wearing a tall hat that looked like a chef's hat.

The Flying Cross logo is embroidered in the center of the high hat.

On both sides of the wooden table, there were archbishops wearing complicated red priest robes.

The dazzling afterglow penetrated through the religious stained glass of the church, and when it fell inside the church, it already looked very soft.

The archbishop and cardinals sitting here all had their hands clasped together, their eyes closed, and they were mumbling something.

Some holy and holy halo emanates from them, complementing the dark blue dome at the top of the church that is painted with planetary motion patterns.

After a long time, the routine prayer before the meeting ended. Sitting at the top of the long table, the cardinal priest, who was the head of the Archdiocese of Tosain, asked calmly:

"Now, who can tell me what happened to Bishop Naiya?"

The old and majestic voice echoed in the empty church.
Chapter completed!