Archbishop Gaz's promotion directly raised the dinner held by the Fortune Church that night to a higher level, and they booked the most prestigious luxury hotel in the City of Fortune.

No one was surprised by this. The birth of a fifth-level powerful man was a major event that could affect the power structure and had far-reaching international influence. It was difficult to find someone in the world who would not be afraid of such a cardinal.

"The time is too hasty, and the original theme of this dinner is to celebrate the launch of Golden Harbor. All we can do is to expand the scale of the banquet, continue to expand, and make it more...luxury."

Bill took Talos into the grand banquet hall and introduced Talos in a tone of regret and excitement.

Naga understood this. Bill was a member of the Gaz-like family. His boss became a cardinal who could be compared with Pope Buffett III in terms of becoming a rank. He was very likely to become the next pope. His status naturally rose with the rise and he could be allocated more resources within the church.

"But it doesn't matter, I guess in early September, the church will hold a celebration dinner specifically for Lord Gaz."

According to tradition, a celebration officially announced to the world by a fifth-level strongman is to invite other professionals of the same fifth-level to participate, which is definitely a very grand event.

Talos's eyes swept over the rows of exquisite food, probably because of the morning awakening [jealousy] consumed a lot of his energy, or because of the throbbing movements brought to him by Bruce, he felt his stomach squirming, releasing a strong signal of hunger.

"I'm very much looking forward to it, but before everything starts, I need to eat something."

Talos took a glass of red wine from the waiter - the existence of gluttony allowed him to taste the red wine without ingesting any alcohol - declared to Bill.

He skillfully picked up the clip and quickly filled the tray on his hand.

"What to expect." Bill placed another tray full of exquisite food in Talos's other hand. The human bishop was very clear that a tray of food could only fill less than one-tenth of the Naga's belly. "It just so happened that during this time, I needed to expand my network of personal connections."

"Please." Talos swam to find a seat with two trays.

The identity of the Talos Naga Sea tribe and the act of heading straight to the food area as soon as they came in confused and a little contempt for many people who noticed him.

As Bill said, this is a good opportunity to expand his connections. Not any dinner can bring together such a large number of high-level professionals, empire powers, and celebrities and wealthy people from all over the world.

What's more, there were also two fifth-level powerful men from the Wealth Church, Buffett III and Gaz, who came in person at the dinner. If you were lucky enough to have a few conversations, it would definitely be something worth bragging about.

The act of putting socializing aside and eating directly with your belly is very alternative - than being eaten, the food at the banquet is more important to embellish and decorate.

However, when they saw that Bill, a bishop of the Wealth Church, personally fetched food for Naga, they immediately extinguished the contempt that had just been born in their brains, and instead inquired about the identity of this young Naga, objectively adding a little popularity to Talos.

"Black Truffle Chicken Pie, Lava Cake, Baked Cheeseton Powder, Baked Lobster... You have a good appetite." A slightly hoarse voice rang out next to Talos.

Talos looked up and looked at it. He was a short blood knight with curly ginger hair, and responded with little enthusiasm: "The obvious thing, and, you are a stranger, in all senses."

"You don't need to know the identity of a messenger, even though I know yours." The short knight stretched out his index finger and knocked the corner of the table. "Listen, Mr. Talos Nepton, I came here this time just to convey a message: 27 o'clock tonight, 15 minutes later, there is a noble adult who wants to see you on the balcony on the third floor."

Talos slowly put a piece of cake into his mouth, and savored it carefully in the eyes of the other party, waiting for a response, and then refused very simply: "Not interested."

Naga does not think that with his strength and identity, there is a third-level bishop Bill as his friend and Gates, who has a strong friendship with Sandra, who will be able to force him in the City of Wealth.

This was obviously not the result that the curly short knight hoped to get. He sat down in front of Talos very rudely, leaned over, and threatened with a low voice: "Do you know who that adult is? There is not much time left, hurry up and act."

"I don't know, unless-" Talos's voice elongated, "You tell me the answer now."

The short knight suppressed his anger and looked around cautiously, pursed his lips and nodded, and then controlled his low growl to the point where Talos could hear: "Your Highness, Your Highness Bruce wants to see you."

Bruce Finch?

What did Bruce want to see him? A life-and-death battle?

In just a moment, Talos thought of many possibilities and then denied them one by one.

However, in the present world, he was still sitting in his seat. After a brief thought, he refused again in response to the urged look of the knight: "Sorry, I changed my mind. Or, I will set the time and place, how about letting him see me?"

"You can get this message to Bruce locally, which is not a difficult thing for a qualified messenger, isn't it?"

"You have thought it through clearly. The person who invited you is His Highness Bruce, the second prince of the Golden Empire!"

"No, it's the second prince of your Golden Empire."

The short knight did not continue to argue with Talos, and left with great angrily gritted his teeth.

Talos shook his head, not taking this small episode to heart, and continued to enjoy the delicious food. The halfling chef invited by the Fortune Church for a lot of money was so good that he had nothing to say.

But the other party obviously would not give up easily. Just five minutes later, the short knight walked towards Talos in a fierce manner.

He first folded one piece twice, slapped the parchment with some yellowed and furrowed edges on the table, then glared at Talos fiercely, and turned around and left.

Talos could fully imagine the degree of anger in the short knight's heart at this time, which could be seen from the parchment paper that was overturned by the airflow caused by his turn.

"Hey—" Talos tried to call the other party back, at least after picking up the parchment paper, but the content he saw from the corner of his eyes blocked the second half of his sentence back.

That is a line of dragon language, if translated into a common term, it is "Seven Days Bible, Verse 3".
Chapter completed!