Edge of the Apocalypse
Chapter 583: Clumsy

"Sir Edward is so … loyal." Gills smiled embarrassedly.

Edward bowed and said, "Yes, it is the duty of every vassal." He paused for a moment, then said, "Apart from paying his respects to Lord Gills, there are two other things I would like to ask of you, Count."

Gills sat up straight and spread out his hands, "Speak."

"The first is about Sir Allen, and now Lord Allen's strength in terms of territory, combat strength, and military strength has reached the standards of a Viscount of the Empire. That's why Sir Allen entrusted me with the task of asking the Count to submit your application to the local Overwatch Council. Lord Allen hopes to obtain the Viscount's certification as soon as possible. "He has been in the Baron's position for too long. It is time for him to raise his position. I wonder what the Count thinks of him."

Gills was stunned as he glanced at Gral. The latter did not seem to have thought of this question and was unable to respond to the count for a moment. Under Edward's questioning gaze, Gills could only laugh wryly, "That's right. With Sir Allen's current strength, it's not an exaggeration to be promoted to Viscount. This matter can be handled by me. I'll have an application drawn up later and it will be submitted to the local Overwatch Council by tomorrow at the latest."

Edward bowed deeply. "Thank you very much, Lord Allen. I'm sure he'll be glad to hear that."

"It's a piece of cake. It's a piece of cake." Gills nodded. "Then what's the second thing?"

"The second thing is just a small matter." Edward smiled indifferently, "A church has emerged on our border." Sir Allen himself was a believer in the Church and believed that faith in the Church would help to strengthen his goals and confidence. And now, Sir Allen's territory has developed to the vicinity of Ark Harbor, so Lord Allen hopes that you will allow the Church to preach in places like Ark Harbor and Dawn Castle. "

"Oh, what's the matter? Even people like Sir Allen are their followers. It seems that this church is very interesting. What is its name?" Gills asked curiously.

"Christianity." Edward named a church that had never spread throughout the empire: "The gods they believed in were the Almighty God."

"Almighty God?" '"There's nothing new about this. Isn't it true that the gods of all sects claim to be omnipotent?" He laughed.

"That's true, but Christianity is a little different. It has a God's messenger who walks on earth, and through her eyes God warns mortals of the future." Edward pretended to be mysterious, "Miss Vera's prophecy has never failed to this day, and the count will know of it if he sends a few men to the border."

"The Church has used such methods before," Glar said with a smile, "but they were later proven to be fake and infuriated the Empire's Paragon. There were many cases of him being burned to death on the stake."

"Whether it's true or false, time will naturally prove everything."

"I don't think there's any time to prove it. Let Miss Vera in later. If she can foresee the future of me or the Count, then there's no harm in having any Christianity preach in the territory." Glar waved his hand.

Edward looked deeply at him and said, "Is Sir Grayer's words a substitute for the Count's decision?"

Grall trembled. He had forgotten that Gills was no longer the brat he used to be, but the dignified Count. He said this, and it was indeed a bit too blister. He looked at Gills, and indeed the young count's eyes flashed with displeasure. The two of them looked like this and fell into Edward's eyes again. He kept everything in his eyes and had some understanding of Gills' temperament.

Looking at Edward again, Glar's expression changed. Ever since Edward stepped into the study and saw that he was younger than Allen, Glar did not put him in his eyes. It was obvious that Edward had caught the whip that he had accidentally left behind, and that the young man was not simple, as he knew, by provoking his relationship with Gills in the light of the situation. He and Allen weren't the same kind of person. Allen's difficulty lay in the powerful strength he grasped. Whether it was his personal combat strength, the strength of his core team, or those elite special forces, none of them were as strong as a mess. Therefore, he acted swiftly and straightforwardly, completely ignoring the thoughts of a person without real power like Grar. He was simple and rude; Edward took a different route. This seemingly weak youth was good at seizing opportunities and quietly left a trap in a few words. If he didn't raise his spirits when dealing with this kind of person, he would probably be caught in his trap.

"I am also very interested in Miss Vera," said Gills, coughing dryly, "but not as harsh as Sir Grayer said. There are no sects in Ark Harbor. If this Christ is truly talented and teaches people to be good, it is not impossible for them to preach in the territory. But before that, I would like Miss Vera to give me a sign that this mysterious lady has come with the knight. "

Edward nodded and said, "She and Father Miro are in the living room. Miss Vera is the Holy Daughter of the church, and Father Miro is the Pope."

Although Miro was the presiding officer of the Church, with the current size of the Church, he was not even a bishop. He had always called himself a priest and had no title. Now that he had to establish himself in Ark Harbor and the Church would continue to expand in the future, Edward decided to give him the title right now, so as to avoid disputes in the future.

However, Gills was very vague about the Pope's concept and did not ask. He only nodded his head in confusion. With this nod, he acknowledged Miro's priest, and it would be much easier for the Church to do things in the future. Giles was still too young. The slightest provocation from Edward was enough to reject his suggestion and establish his dignity as a count. He gritted his teeth, thinking that he should push out his previous plan as soon as possible, so as not to let Edward continue. He was afraid that Gills would have a bad impression of him.

Allen was the invincible commander in chief on the battlefield, but this Edward in front of him was a first-rate lobbyist in the officialdom. His mouth was no worse than Alan's on the battlefield. The two of them were actually gathered together, and Glar felt that this combination was extremely troublesome. Fortunately, Ellen was not here now, and they lacked strong military support, so it would be more or less advantageous to the plan they had put forward.

Grall coughed dryly and looked at Gills with a smile on his face. "Didn't you say, Count, that you had something to discuss with Sir Edward?"

Gills said "Ah", as if he remembered something, and hesitantly said "Yes". Edward looked at him and Grar, and then remembered what Steward Mace had reminded him. He had already anticipated what was going to happen. "Your Excellency, I wonder what's the matter?" He asked deliberately.

"Well, I suppose" Gills hesitated as the young count rubbed his hands uneasily under the table and looked at Gral with questioning eyes. "Well, given Sir Allen's current shortage of managerial talent, I would like to recommend a few people to Sir Edward who I believe will be able to help him look at such a large territory," Gills said after the latter winked.

"Is that so, viscount?" He said after a pause.

Gill cursed in his heart at the idiot. Won't Gills tell Edward that the idea was his? Sure enough, Edward looked at him with a smile on his face. "Yes, yes, yes, that's the plan you've decided on. I've consulted it for you. It'll definitely work for Sir Allen's sake."

"That's why." Edward was quite calm. How could he not know that Glar's idea was to plant his own people inside them? This was a good move, and the pieces placed in it could serve as their eyes and ears no matter how inefficient they were. If Allen or Edward were any more incompetent, the pieces could develop their own power and quietly seize Allen's power from within. That's a good idea, but it's just too much of a take-it-for-granted idea.

Edward bowed and said, "Thank you very much for your consideration for Lord Allen, but I don't think you need to worry too much about that. Since I'm here, there's no problem in managing the territory. Lord Allen trusted me to take charge of the territory on his behalf."

Before Gills could say anything, Grall had already sneered, "Sir Edward is too conceited. You don't even know who the Count is recommending, and you reject him. Does Sir Edward feel that he alone can defeat the Count's recommendation?"

"Why not?" Edward straightened his body, his eyes turning from pale blue to platinum, revealing an impressive light. "No matter how many mediocre talents there are, what's the use? I alone am enough to manage the territory. Besides, if even a small viscount territory was not managed properly, Lord Allen would have kicked me away long ago."

Gilles was stunned by Edward's overflowing confidence when he heard what he said so arrogantly that he was speechless for a long time. A moment later, he said embarrassedly to Grar, "Look, I said Sir Allen doesn't need us to worry about him. Well, that's all for now."

Then he said to Mace, "Go fetch Miss Vera."

The butler pushed the door open and left, and Edward stood to the side in a generous manner. He was no longer the main character on the next stage, so there was no need to steal Vera's limelight. He stood beside him and said in a low voice, "Such a clumsy idea must have been your doing, Sir Gray.I heard Lord Allen mention you long ago, but I didn't expect you to be a hundred times more stupid than Lord Allen described you to be." Sir Grall, the next generation is Lord Allen's stage. I advise you not to do anything unnecessary, or you will not even have the qualifications to be an audience. "

"You!" Glar's entire body trembled as he turned around and glared angrily.

However, the golden light that shot out of Edward's eyes entered his eyes, causing him to be dazzled. At this moment, the door opened and Vera arrived.

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