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Chapter 89 The Archbishop of New York

Chapter 89 The Archbishop of New York (9K long chapter, please vote and subscribe)

Richard returned home, stroking the ring on his finger [Withered Resentment].

Today was very fruitful!

The new magic, "Touch of Withering," is a divine skill for murder, arson, and destroying evidence.

The outbreak has been tested and is very powerful.

It also grants a +1 to Spirit, which has a significant effect.

The distance between Magic Hand and Touch of Pain has been increased to 4.3 meters.

The resurrected dead have not changed. Barring any unforeseen circumstances, it will take until they reach 16 points of spirit before they can add a servant.

The only problem is that he doesn't know whether the spirit attributed to the item counts as part of his own spirit; he needs to accumulate 16 spirit points to find out.

The effect of the death detection should also be enhanced. I'm not sure about the effect, so I'll go to OCME and find a corpse to test it out.

There are currently three methods for replenishing mana:

Believers will experience a surge of faith power upon seeing it, but the downside is that it is unstable.

After repeated testing, Richard determined that their usual prayers and Masses could not generate the power of faith; it could only be generated when a miraculous event occurred.

A bunch of despicable false believers!

Nine Soul-Devouring Vine Seeds are consumables and must be used with caution.

The most reliable one is actually the nanny, Owen. As long as you eat with Owen, you can reliably gain 2 points of magic. Richard even wants to move into Owen's house.

Eye contact sensing provides a clearer perception of eye contact. It allows the user to not only sense the other person's attitude towards them but also to subtly sense their mood, somewhat similar to desire sensing.

However, it has significant limitations. It can only be felt by the other party, and it is very unstable, appearing and disappearing intermittently. I wonder if it will be more useful in the future when the spiritual level is higher.

The magic hand has also become stronger, and Richard can control the multiple tentacles more easily, as if controlling his own fingers.

Moreover, it can perform precise operations that were previously impossible, such as threading a needle.

To conduct a comparative test, Richard removed the "Withered Resentment," and his spirits immediately plummeted, leaving him with an indescribable sense of fatigue.

The panel's energy level has returned to 12 o'clock.

All spells have returned to a state of 12 points of spirit, which completely proves that the spirit attribute is the decisive factor in whether a spell is powerful or not.

Richard was surprised to discover that, even with his magical hand at 12 o'clock mental state, he could still thread a needle with precision.

He put on the [Withered Resentment] again, but found no further changes.

Is the precise control of the magic hand not a change brought about by mental attributes?

Richard became suspicious.

What's going on?

I couldn't do it before.

He carefully recalled the day's events: "Could it be... the result of prolonged magic output last night?"

Richard had been channeling his magic for a long time to dissolve the materials and refine the "Withered Resentment," and his head was still a little uncomfortable.

In other words, controlling the output of magic power steadily over a long period of time can improve magic control.

In other words, this is a method of training magic.

Unfortunately, it consumes too much magic power and cannot be used as daily training.

If only we could find a stable source of magic.

The night was dark.

Archbishop Sawyer Belmont of New York is still awake.

A small, round pair of glasses sat on his plump face, behind which his small eyes looked tired and impatient as he glanced at Calvin's letter: "Miracle? There are no miracles in this world!"

Ordinary people may believe in God, but at his level, having access to a large number of confidential church texts and materials, he no longer believes in them.

If there is a God, why is the world in such chaos?

Men and men, women and women, men and women and men, humans and animals...

This filthy world!

Sawyer already has enough troubles; he's too lazy to deal with these fake miracles.

Traditionally, the Archbishop of New York is one of the three giants of American Catholicism, the other two being the Archbishop of Chicago and the Archbishop of Los Angeles.

Historically, the Archbishop of New York was often conferred the title of Cardinal.

But when it came to him, things took a turn for the worse.

It's been three years!

He hasn't been appointed a cardinal yet!

Archbishop Foster-Dolan of Washington, using his immense influence in Washington, D.C., attempted to wrest the cardinal from Sawyer!

This was something Sawyer could not tolerate. As the Archbishop of New York, being unable to be made a cardinal was not only a failure but also a disgrace!

It would also raise doubts among other members about whether Sawyer-Belmont truly had the ability to educate the entire New York parish.

He could already hear the private criticisms from other bishops in the diocese.

If he fails to be canonized within the next two years, he will set a record as the latest cardinal to be canonized by the Archbishop of New York, and be nailed to the pillar of historical shame!

When that happens, the criticisms that are currently being suppressed in private will gradually be exposed in public, which would be extremely embarrassing.

If the situation is serious, it could even affect his archbishopric!

Sawyer-Belmont absolutely could not tolerate this.

Sawyer was about to throw Father Calvin's tattered letter aside when his hand suddenly stopped.

"Perhaps, this so-called 'Daughter of Miracles' is an opportunity for change..."

A glint flashed in his eyes as he picked up the photo of Debbie Dixon again.

This is a typical pretty American girl next door, a cheerleader, a typical naive and innocent girl, who looks like she has no brains.

Sawyer tapped the table lightly with his short, stubby fingers.

In New York, the freest and most diverse metropolis, missionary work is incredibly difficult.

In an effort to conform to the trend, the Pope made a hypocritical statement of tolerance towards LGBTQ+ individuals.

But Sawyer completely rejected this view; in his opinion, a man is a man and a woman is a woman.

Unfortunately, reality forced him to compromise and publicly support diverse groups.

Debbie, a pure white girl, whose father was a policeman who died in gang revenge, was practically the perfect saint.

Women naturally gain support from the LGBTQ community.

Unfortunately, her race was at a disadvantage; she was too fair-skinned and not dark enough.

It would be even better if they had Black or Indian ancestry.

Sawyer looked on with a hint of regret, hesitated for a moment, and then raised his finger.

A middle-aged man emerged from the shadows behind him.

Seth Wheeler, Sawyer's private secretary, his closest confidant, and his absolute confidant.

He grew up with Sawyer and knew him inside and out.

He wore a black suit with a Roman collar and was always taciturn.

"Seth, help me make an appointment with a few believers. The Lord's shepherds need their help..." Sawyer named three media moguls.

"Yes, Archbishop," Seth whispered, and left quietly.

The impact of the starling attack far exceeded Richard's expectations.

If this had happened at the University of Tokyo, it would most likely have been treated as an accidental animal attack.

But in the United States, conspiracy theorists, internet celebrities, religious groups, and all sorts of other shady characters have jumped out.

The Archdiocese of New York issued a statement saying, "We will not comment at this time, but encourage believers to remain rational."

The New York Times: "Is it a miracle or an anomaly in bird flocking? Experts say there are precedents for starling flocking behavior in winter."

Fox News: "Teenage Girl Angrily Rebukes Reporter, Birds Flock to Her - The Power of Faith?"

Netizen X: "If this were special effects, it would be even better than Hollywood!"

"God is white, that's for sure."

"OMG! Debbie is a saint!"

Some people on the Reddit forum analyzed the video frame by frame and concluded that it "cannot be faked".

NYPD executives immediately interpreted the incident as "Mike is a good person, so God is helping his daughter punish the evil reporter."

A strange, attention-seeking church seized the opportunity to promote the message: "Combating gangs is under God's protection..."

In the following days, the starling attacks not only did not subside, but escalated further.

In this country with a large Catholic population, no media outlet dared to attack a minor girl who was suspected of being blessed by God.

This incident provided Debbie with tremendous protection.

The media's focus shifted back to Mike, no longer trying to find a breakthrough through Debbie.

"Something's not right. Someone must have gotten involved." Richard looked at the news online; this didn't seem like a typical trending topic.

Three days have passed, and the heat shows no signs of abating.

The situation was developing in Debbie's favor, as if someone was consciously steering the narrative toward a miracle.

"It should be the Catholic Church," Catherine said discontentedly. "A bunch of hypocrites!"

Only she knew that the true god was right beside her!

Debbie was indeed protected by a god, but not the one on the icon who never appeared in the world, was capricious, and would destroy the world at any moment. Instead, it was my Lord Richard!

Catherine was furious: "The glory of our Lord has been stolen by those charlatans!"

Every now and then, a so-called "miracle" appears in America.

Immediately afterwards, various orthodox and cult religions will emerge to vie for sovereignty over miracles.

If the miracles are exposed, these churches will dismantle them at lightning speed.

Although Catherine was once a believer, she was not mentally challenged. In her eyes, those "miracles" were just a series of foolish acts.

A farce of vying for power and profit.

Richard, however, didn't take it seriously. The starling attack happened next to the church, which could easily be interpreted as a miracle.

Just then, Catherine's phone rang; it was Father Calvin.

The two exchanged a few pleasantries.

Calvin then said, "Mrs. Dixon, Archbishop Sawyer-Belmont of New York wishes to see you."

Catherine paused, realizing the Archbishop of New York was a very important figure. She instinctively lowered her voice: "Why does the Archbishop of Belmont want to see us?"

Calvin said, slightly excitedly, "Debbie is a daughter of God. I have reported this to my superiors, and the Archbishop of Belmont wishes to see you."

Richard glanced at Catherine, and now the unusual news in the media made sense.

"Let us think about it."

"Yes, madam, I'll be at your service anytime." Calvin had great respect for Catherine. As a devout believer, after witnessing the starling miracle firsthand, he was convinced that Debbie was a living saint.

Catherine hung up the phone.

"So it was Archbishop Belmont who made the move," Richard said with a smile.

In the modern metropolis of New York, an archbishop seems to transport the environment to the Middle Ages.

But America is just that magical; perhaps it was originally a feudal lord federation disguised as a modern country.

Catherine frowned. "There's no such thing as a free lunch. Why is he helping Debbie?"

"Just ask around." Richard picked up his phone and called Brian: "How much do you know about Archbishop Sawyer of New York?"

Some things, which are secrets to people of the lower and middle classes like Catherine, may have already been circulating in high society.

When Debbie got home from school, she looked dejected, threw her schoolbag on the floor, and lay down on the sofa.

"What's wrong?" Catherine asked, cooking while wearing light loungewear.

Debbie wailed, "These days are awful! They all call me the Starling Queen!"

Catherine shrugged.

Richard slumped in his chair, reading a book, and chuckled, "Isn't this pretty cool?"

"What's so cool about that!" Debbie wrapped her arms around Richard's neck and said disdainfully, "It's so old-fashioned! Bro, are you even a high school student?!"

Richard shrugged: "Sorry, I'm studying at Princeton now."

"Damn it! Don't brag about that lousy school! I don't care!"

Catherine turned and glanced at Debbie.

Normal middle-class families naturally hope their children will attend Ivy League schools.

Unfortunately... Debbie couldn't pass the exam at all.

"Catherine!" Debbie was provoked by Catherine's gaze. "I know what you're trying to say, mind your own business!"

Catherine's eyes turned hostile.

Debbie shrank back in fright, quickly using Richard to block Catherine's view, and complained, "Look at her! Look at her! What's so good about such a fierce woman!"

Richard glanced at Catherine.

Yes, it is indeed quite "fierce".

Catherine narrowed her eyes and called out, "Come and bring the food."

Debbie turned and went upstairs: "I'm not eating."

Catherine asked, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? There are painkillers in the cabinet."

Debbie's face was resolute: "No! I'm going on a diet! There's a vacancy for Super Bowl cheerleading, and I'm going to run. That damn uniform is too small; I need to lose at least five pounds to fit into it!"

The Super Bowl? Catherine asked with some concern, "Wouldn't that be too difficult?"

Richard glanced at her chest: "Losing five pounds will be enough for the rest of the body, but I doubt you'll be able to fit anything in the front."

"Hey!" Debbie said, a mix of pride and shyness in front of her mother. "What are you looking at! Catherine's right here!"

Richard calmly said, "It's alright, I'm her owner."

"Damn play!" Debbie felt nauseous.

She was completely baffled by the strange relationship between the three of them.

"Don't rush upstairs." Catherine cut the beef with a knife. "The Archbishop of New York wants to see you."

"The Archbishop of New York?" Debbie asked blankly, her gaze unfocused. "What is that?"

She was just a high school girl who usually dreamed about cheerleading elections and drooled over muscular hunks on her phone.

Hmm, Richard is good too.

What is the relationship between the archbishop and her?

Catherine initially wanted to refuse Sawyer-Belmont's request, but Richard astutely sensed that this was a good opportunity to get involved in the church.

At the University of Tokyo, religion is a rather useless organization; personnel appointments must be subject to the guidance of the religious administration department.

But in the Lighthouse, the church is a spiritual haven for countless people.

The Catholic Church, in particular, controls the faith of many respectable American families, such as Irving's, and they are the solid foundation of this chaotic nation.

Richard had previously considered entering the church and gradually influencing this large community, but later found it too difficult.

Those believers clearly didn't like Richard and even showed some resistance to him.

It is almost impossible for a yellow-skinned East Asian to climb to the top in a white church.

Richard gave up; the cost-effectiveness was simply too low.

But now it's different.

Debbie is a true Anglo-Saxon Plain White.

The starling incident led to Debbie being hailed as a "saint" by many believers online, which was a perfect opportunity.

If she can help Debbie perform some more miracles in the future, her extraordinary status will be firmly established.

Other saintesses might be controlled by the church's higher-ups, but Debbie has her own support and will definitely not be controlled by them. On the contrary, she might even influence the church.

Moreover, using Debbie to control the church wouldn't waste his time.

Although Richard couldn't understand why such outdated things as the Church, the Archbishop, and the Saintess still had such a great influence in the Lighthouse, it didn't stop him from taking advantage of it.

A technological empire that sent astronauts to the moon (or a film studio?) decades ago, yet believes in God?

What kind of bizarre combination is this? A 40K human empire, huh?

Debbie, you be the saint, and I'll be the man behind you.

Catherine explained, "The Archbishop of New York, Sawyer Belmont, is one of the three most senior figures in the entire American diocese."

"I get it," Debbie said bluntly, "an old man with only half a coffin lid nailed in."

"No, you want to see him." Richard calmly put the beef into his mouth.

Debbie rolled her eyes. "Who do you think you are? Are you my dad?!"

But seeing Richard's ambiguous smile, she immediately backed down: "OK, OK! What a rude guy!"

After the death of Michael, who had always silently protected Debbie since childhood, Debbie was filled with a vague unease.

Being forced and controlled by Richard to do things gave her a strange sense of security.

Richard cut another piece of meat: "Very good. Tomorrow you and your mother will go see Sawyer together."

"Tyrant!" Debbie pouted and ran upstairs, protesting verbally but already accepting it in her heart.

Catherine had no objection to Debbie's contact with high-ranking church officials.

She is a Catholic, just not very devout.

However, in this country, where people are exposed to this from a young age, who can be 100% certain that the God on that icon does not exist?

Moreover, Catherine knew that with Richard's help, Debbie would only benefit and not suffer any losses, so she agreed.

Richard is the true god.

Before that unseen being who lived in the heavens and was called God appeared on earth, Catherine thought it was just a vague fantasy.

If God truly exists, why doesn't He clean up these messy blasphemous incidents in New York?

Perhaps it existed before?

Or is she asleep?

In any case, there is only one God now, and that is our Lord!

Richard swallowed the last bite of beef: "You guys go ahead. Tomorrow, I should go to Princeton."

Catherine brought Debbie along, both dressed in solemn formal attire. Debbie, unusually, wore a long dress and no longer showed her thighs.

Guided by a waiter, the two passed through the archway next to St. Patrick's Cathedral and entered the Archbishop's Palace.

The foyer was quiet, with light streaming in through the stained glass windows, casting a soft, multicolored glow on the dark wooden floor.

Seth Wheeler waited in the foyer, then stepped forward to verify the two women's identities, took over the waiter's duties, and led them through the corridor, finally stopping in front of a carved oak door.

Seth entered the announcement.

A moment later, the two women pushed open the door and entered.

Archbishop Sawyer-Belmont, wearing a small purple-red round hat, a black robe with purple-red trim, and a golden cross hanging on his chest, sat upright in his chair, his expression peaceful and solemn.

Everything around her made Debbie unconsciously become respectful and reserved.

Debbie said the archbishop was an old-fashioned thing, but in this country, who among ordinary people wouldn't have awe for the archbishop?

Even with the "calm personality package," Catherine remained as calm as ever.

After performing the religious rituals and taking his seat in the designated place, Seth left and quietly closed the door.

Sawyer-Belmont, his large face both kind and dignified, smiled at Debbie and said, "Child, the Lord watches over you. You need not be afraid; the church will be your support. You have pure potential; are you willing to go further on the path of seeking the Lord's glory?"

Debbie said hesitantly, "I—I don't understand these things."

The archbishop gently guided them: "Don't be shy. Just remain pure and kind, as you are now. The Church will help every believer..."

Sawyer then spoke about "duty" and "gift" in a gentle tone, but each sentence seemed to lay out a pre-set track.

Debbie only half understood what she was hearing.

Catherine stood quietly to the side, saying nothing, but she kept all the veiled terms in mind.

A few minutes later, Debbie followed Seth Wheeler into the side room to rest.

Only Catherine and Sawyer remained in the room, and the formal negotiations began.

Sawyer then said some more random things.

Catherine glanced impatiently at the women's watch worth tens of thousands of dollars: "Alright, Your Excellency, let's have an open and frank discussion."

Sawyer was slightly displeased. He could tell that this woman was not someone to be trifled with; she showed him no respect whatsoever, nor any fear of the church.

This will be a tough negotiation.

Having anticipated this, Sawyer took a deep breath and said, "Mrs. Dixon, Debbie is a daughter of God, close to the Lord and receiving glory..."

"Your Excellency, Archbishop!" Catherine raised her voice, stating bluntly, "I am Catholic, I am a devout believer. But Debbie needs some... more practical benefits, not so-called glory of the Lord."

Sawyer narrowed his eyes: "Mrs. Dixon, I remind you, this is blasphemy against the Lord!"

"Really?" Catherine crossed her legs and said calmly, "Then let that old guy in the sky come down and punish me."

"You!" Sawyer's eyes widened.

What blasphemy!

Catherine calmly watched him.

Before meeting Richard, she would never have dared to speak to the archbishop like that.

Now, with the only god on earth beside her, she was no longer afraid.

Even if your God exists, how much of the grace will be given to you among so many believers, bishops, and popes?

"Let's get down to business, Sawyer. I'm just a businessman; I enjoy making deals." Catherine had already given up on using honorifics.

Sawyer scoffed, "Ms. Dixon, you're not qualified to do business with me!"

Catherine didn't back down and pointed out Sawyer's true intentions: "Is that so? As far as I know, there has only been one person in history who has served as the Archbishop of New York for three years without being made a cardinal. You are the second, and it looks like you will soon surpass that unfortunate gentleman."

Damn hypocrites!

Sawyer was secretly annoyed.

However, Debbie is a minor, and Catherine is her guardian, so he can't get around Catherine no matter what.

Sawyer could only hold back: "Ms. Dixon, your understanding of the church is very shallow, but you can share your thoughts now."

Although Sawyer's tone and posture remained unchanged, Catherine could tell that the high and mighty Archbishop was finally willing to negotiate fairly.

Catherine said, "I know the church has many distinguished alumni. I think the church's saints should have good backgrounds, don't they? For example, Princeton is quite good. Debbie dedicated all her energy to the Lord, and her grades weren't very good, so she could only go to a lower-ranked public university."

What the hell was offered to the Lord!

That stupid girl must spend all her time doing those thigh-baring cheerleading dances!

Sawyer was dismissive, but still somewhat surprised by Catherine's request.

"This request is very reasonable. Servants of the Lord should receive a good education. Several prominent gentlemen in New York are devout believers in the church, and they will certainly be happy to recommend a virtuous child like Debbie for an excellent school. In addition, the president of Princeton, Colin Ashton, is also a devout believer, and I will write a letter personally recommending her to show my regard for Debbie."

"Thank you, Your Excellency." Catherine was satisfied.

Although Sawyer was neither a teacher nor an expert in the field of education, a letter of recommendation from an archbishop was a golden endorsement.

The church has deep ties with the Ivy League; for example, Princeton's motto is: Prosper in the name of God.

A dog with a letter of recommendation from an archbishop can attend classes at Princeton.

Sawyer made the request: "I want to be her guardian."

"No! I'm Debbie's mother, I must be her guardian." Their eyes locked in a tense standoff, and Sawyer finally relented, offering a compromise: "Debbie is going to Princeton to study theology and religious studies in the religious department."

Religious? Catherine recalled Debbie's current daily life: cheerleading, dancing, showing off her legs, manicures, makeup, drooling over muscular guys...

Religious studies? Theology?

She's more like a blasphemer.

"Debbie's personality is rather... well, she would never agree to study this major, even at Princeton."

Sawyer hesitated for a moment: "Philosophy, history, classics, public and international affairs, medieval literature—which one should I choose?"

For ordinary people, getting into Princeton is already exhausting, and they might even need to take "smart drugs" and carry decades of student loans.

But with the archbishop, all professions are like goods at a market stall, available for him to choose from.

Catherine thought for a moment: "Public and international affairs. That should be something Debbie can accept."

“No problem. The image of a saint is very suitable for international charity work. After graduation, she can join a peace organization and speak on behalf of the church on the international stage, enhancing the church’s international influence.” Sawyer nodded, and in a moment he figured out how to use Debbie’s saint status in the future: “However, Ms. Dixon, you must protect Debbie’s image and absolutely not let her be tainted by darkness, such as not drinking alcohol.” Sawyer paused and stared into Catherine’s eyes.

Catherine knew he was talking about the Stinger bar.

Given Catherine's abilities, there's no way she could get her daughter into Princeton.

She readily agreed: "No problem, she'll quit drinking for life." (Debbie: ???)

Anyway, as long as you're not discovered, it's considered that you didn't drink it.

Sawyer then continued, "No drugs, no tattoos, no gang affiliation, no police involvement. If you agree, the church will help you resolve problems within certain limits, such as being chased by reporters. Also, you can't be a cheerleader."

"No way!" Catherine immediately refused.

She understood Debbie; cheerleading was Debbie's biggest interest since childhood, and she would never give it up.

Sawyer said angrily, "A saint of the church cannot jump high and raise her leg in public, exposing her underwear!"

Catherine immediately retorted, "Then why are men allowed to show their thighs? Is the church discriminating against women?"

Sawyer squinted.

This is a life-or-death question, one that must never be answered in this obsessed era.

Even if he were an archbishop, he wouldn't dare say it.

Catherine, seizing the opportunity, helped Sawyer by saying, "A more approachable and youthful image of the saint would help the Church change its public image!"

After a moment of silence, Sawyer set the matter aside: "I need to see how my daughter performs during her high school years. If she meets my requirements, I will petition the Vatican to initiate a canonization process. If she doesn't, she must, as I require, study theology or philosophy at Princeton."

Philosophy has always been the handmaiden of theology, seeking understanding in faith—a tradition that has lasted for millennia in Catholicism.

Rational, profound, thoughtful, and holy, these qualities perfectly embody the image of a saint, and are not as detached from modern society as theology.

Sawyer actually believed that philosophy was the best choice.

A saint who studies theology can easily become detached from reality and fail to be loved and respected by believers in modern society.

How do philosophy graduates find jobs?

"Ha, with God's favored daughter's current grades, will she be able to find a suitable job after graduating from community college? Her future job is serving God!"

I agree with that; serving God is her job. Catherine, however, was thinking about her daughter's relationship with Richard: "OK, I have no problem with that."

"So, which college at Princeton does this chosen one of God's favorites want to attend?"

Catherine replied bluntly, "I don't know much about Princeton."

With her abilities, she is far from being able to get into Princeton.

Sawyer said directly, "Go to SPIA (Princeton School of Public and International Affairs), formerly known as Woodrow Wilson College. It's perfect for studying public and international affairs, and it fits your expectations."

"Alright." Catherine readily agreed: "If Debbie becomes a saint, she will fully support His Excellency the Archbishop's ascension to the cardinalship, and she will continue to support you even if you become a cardinal in the future. I will persuade her."

Having received a satisfactory promise, Sawyer couldn't help but glance at Catherine again; this beautiful woman was no ordinary person.

The fact that the Katrina Clinic could negotiate with the Archbishop with such composure suggests a promising future for the clinic.

She looks a bit too young. Is she really Debbie's biological mother?

"I can have someone investigate. If it's not true, I might be able to get custody of Debbie." Sawyer said, "Debbie's biological father is dead, and as her biological mother, you cannot marry. This is my only requirement for you. A saint should be pure, and her mother should also be pure."

"I'm afraid you don't know that the saint's mother had a master, and a yellow-skinned man from Dongda." Catherine said seriously, "No problem, but I need to pay the price for this sacrifice. What compensation will the Church offer?"

Sawyer's lips twitched as he gave Catherine a deep look: "If Ms. Dixon agrees, the church can provide funding to the Katarina Aesthetic Clinic to improve the lives of God's favored daughters."

Catherine wondered, "Is the church willing to invest in a cosmetic surgery clinic?"

"Aesthetic clinics are also hospitals. Although it's not exactly respectable, the Church values a better environment for the Holy Maiden's growth." Having already incurred some costs, Sawyer pressed for further compensation: "However, the Church values character and morality even more than profit. If you commit any inappropriate scandals, you must sever ties with the Holy Maiden, and I will become her guardian."

Debbie's relationship is crucial to Sawyer's future success in climbing to higher positions.

If Debbie can truly be elevated to the throne of prospective saint, the help she will provide to Sawyer in the future will be unimaginable.

Sometimes, the words of a saint are more effective than those of the pope.

"No problem," Catherine readily agreed.

If you really cause a huge scandal, I'll see if you can take Debbie's guardianship away from my Lord.

"Alright." Sawyer also relaxed. The two had agreed on the general direction of their cooperation and were now on the same side, making the atmosphere much more harmonious.

"Let me tell you about the process of the saintess's canonization. It's a long process, so be prepared. It involves a total of 4..."

This is a step, and perhaps even Debbie wouldn't be able to complete it after graduating from college...

"Then what about your cardinal?" Catherine asked curiously.

Now that we've become allies, the stronger the ally, the better.

Sawyer said carefully, "As long as I complete the first step within a year, I will surely become a cardinal. The appearance of a candidate for sainthood in my diocese—isn't this God's approval of me?"

Princeton, Mathey Residential College.

Richard arrived at his assigned dormitory for the first time, intending to check it out and open the windows to air it out and get rid of any odors.

The hallway light is broken and is flickering.

Suddenly, three men and one woman walked over, laughing and joking.

Judging from their expressions, the four of them were obviously drunk, and they walked into the next room, hugging and embracing each other.

boom!

The door closed.

What's going to happen next is obvious even to someone with a brain.

Richard was speechless.

I never expected that even an Ivy League school would be like this.

Richard had already seen that the strongest flame of desire in the hearts of the four was pink.

Moreover, the woman's condition was clearly abnormal; she was definitely on drugs. It's unclear whether she did it voluntarily or was tricked.

Just as Richard was about to enter his room, the door to the next room opened again.

The girl stuck her head out and beckoned to Richard with her finger: "Hey, you're yellow-skinned, you're pretty handsome, want to try it out with me? I've never been on a yellow-skinned account before."

"No need," Richard said, disdainfully rejecting the bus.

The girl burst into laughter: "What a shy guy."

The tallest, strongest, mixed-race boy poked his head out; his shoulders were ridiculously broad, like a door. "Hey! Bro! You live here?"

Richard nodded. "Yes, Richard."

"Roger," the boy patted his chest and grinned, "Roger Howard. Come on! Let's play! Don't worry, all my girls have had their bodies checked."

The girl stuck her head out and said shamelessly, "I'm clean! Come on!"

Richard refused again: "No, thank you. I have a girlfriend."

"OK!" Roger Howard shrugged. "Hopefully I won't disturb you tonight. Hahahaha!"

He made a squeezing motion with his biceps.

boom!

The door closed again.

Soon, faint sounds of joyful shouts from a man and woman could be heard from next door, along with the sound of clothes being torn.