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Chapter 40 I Bled for the Church
The news suddenly said by His Excellency Chrisman made Ryan a little confused for a while, but it seemed very reasonable.

After all, the Diocese of Layton has always been the quietest diocese in Girvin, and His Excellency Chrisman used to be in a state similar to retirement, basically not caring about world affairs.

However, during the period when he was running for the Cardinal, he uncharacteristically recommended a genius to the First Diocese.

Such an abnormal move has attracted the attention of almost all factions.

In fact, many people think that the so-called "first-order punishment technique" is actually a technique created by His Excellency Chrisman. As for Ryan, he is just his spokesperson.

If this is the case, wouldn't the faster I upgrade, the easier it will be to attract suppression?

Ryan was startled, and secretly guessed the meaning of His Excellency Chrisman's words to him. Could it be that he planned to hide him for a while, and reappear in front of others after the cardinal confirmed it?

If His Excellency Chrisman really planned this, wouldn't it completely disrupt his plan?

You must know that he plans to start receiving entrustments to improve his strength in the future, but doing so will not only attract the attention of many people, but may even be interpreted into many other meanings.

At this moment, countless thoughts flashed through Ryan's mind. Even if His Excellency Chrisman really planned to do this, he couldn't obediently be a sculpture.

But what should he do?
The idea of ​​wanting to improve his strength is much stronger in Ryan's heart at this moment.

With Ryan's silence, the room fell into a strange atmosphere.

His Excellency Chrisman watched Ryan silently, and the light from his fingertips gradually left some almost "frozen" marks in the air, as if the light was engraved in the air.

After a moment of silence, Ryan frowned slightly, raised his head and said tentatively:
"You mean, let me be quiet during this time, so as not to attract other people's attention?"

"What do you think?"

I think?Ryan was taken aback for a moment, is this throwing the question back?Could it be up to him to decide?

Ryan didn't respond right away, but began to figure out what to do if the worst did happen.

External transfer to leave the holy glow?

No, that would be tantamount to directly exposing oneself to danger, and it would also cause many bad guesses.

After many thoughts flashed through his mind, Ryan was distressed to find that he didn't have any good solutions.

But in the eyes of His Excellency Chrisman, the silent Ryan is more like falling into entangled emotions because he couldn't accept this idea for a while.

"The idea you put forward really meets their requirements." Your Excellency Chrisman smiled, looked at Ryan and said, "But I still want to hear your real idea."

What's the meaning?Is there still a turnaround?Ryan was a little surprised, but he did not directly respond to His Excellency Chrisman's words, but sighed:
"You should have made a plan, right? Just tell me directly. Now I really can't guess what your old man means."

It seems that the boss has the habit of playing riddles, and he really can't figure out what His Excellency Chrisman is thinking.

Instead of guessing alone there, it's better to put it badly, at least there is no risk in this way.

In other words, I don't guess anymore.

Seeing that Ryan seemed to be giving up on himself, His Excellency Chrisman laughed and said:
"The children nowadays are so impatient."

"I just want to hear what you really think, don't worry, you can say whatever you want."

Want to say anything?

You said this, so don't blame me.

Ryan felt overwhelmed, and simply expressed his thoughts.

"If you want me to hide, I really can't accept this request. After all, I haven't done anything wrong."

"A few days ago, I also discovered believers of evil gods and participated in the battle to eliminate heresies."

"Besides, the disciplinary technique is still a technique I contributed to the church. How can I be considered a hero?"

Looking at His Excellency Chrisman, who was smiling and silent, Ryan gradually became more courageous, and subconsciously blurted out:
"I have worked hard for the church, I have made contributions to the church, and I have shed blood for the church!"

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As he spoke, Ryan's voice gradually decreased.

Looking at His Excellency Chrisman whose face darkened at some point, Ryan's heart jumped.

Suffered, play off.

Don't Mr. Chrisman think that he is "forcing the palace"?

The more Ryan thought about it, the more likely it was. Although His Excellency Chrisman usually looks very kind, like an elder in the family, he is actually the archbishop of the entire Layton diocese.

Even if it is weaker than the other three dioceses, it is the undoubted high-level in the entire church.

He is just a second-level priest now, how can he be qualified to talk to an archbishop like this?

Thinking of this, Ryan's face froze, and he had already begun to plan the transfer plan in his heart.

To be honest, it is not impossible to be transferred outside, at least his concealment is guaranteed, and the sky is high and the emperor is far away, so there is no need to think too much about the bishop's ideas.

But the premise is that His Excellency Chrisman agrees.

Well, it's back around again.

Ryan's face turned bitter. This time he seemed to have really offended the boss. If His Excellency Chrisman really planned to hide him, he has almost no countermeasures at present.

Following Ryan's silence, the room fell silent.

His Excellency Chrisman stretched out his fingers to "paint" in the air, and Ryan could only see his very serious side face and the "painting" that he couldn't understand.

Quiet.

The room fell into an eerie silence. Ryan wanted to speak a few times, but forcibly held back.

The main reason is that he is afraid of interrupting His Excellency Chrisman's painting, and he will get even worse consequences.

"If I'm really going to be dealt with, I hope I'll be dispatched to a place like Luyin Town, at least no one will care about me." Ryan was having fun, and had already started to think about future plans in his mind.

Even he himself forgot that going to remote areas to preach was actually his initial idea three months ago.

If it is really transferred outside, maybe it is not a bad thing.

After a while, His Excellency Chrisman finally completed his "painting". It was a three-dimensional pattern that seemed to be frozen in the air, like a hollowed-out sun, and there were six circular inscription patterns in the middle of the sun.

The strange thing is that no matter which direction Ryan looks at, the number of circular inscription patterns is the same, as if there is no concept of "side", it is simply too three-dimensional.

His Excellency Chrisman, who finished the "painting", let out a long sigh of relief, turned his head and looked at Ryan with a sullen face.

"It's coming." Ryan's heart skipped a beat.

(End of this chapter)