"I don't like lying, Your Excellency the Archbishop."
Tom lazily fiddled with the wand in his hand, and smiled wryly at the elder whose face seemed displeased: "And considering I've done a fair bit of research on the Mind Closure Technique passed down from my ancestors, it's understandable that my faith isn't firm. Of course, my father, who likes to put his mind into many things, is different; you can freely promote him."
Ethan stared coldly at the young man in front of him: "Are you threatening me?"
"Threaten? No, no, this is certainly not a threat."
Tom laughed silently, shaking his head: "It's just a simple suggestion. After all, my father is remarkably accomplished in many domains and is naturally smooth. If the Northeast Diocese can get through this crisis safely, letting him into the core circle would only benefit you. At the very least... Lucius Leicester is far superior to the gentleman who just advised you."
