Finally, the bishop chuckled softly, "Mr. Seldon, your vision is too small. As long as you sincerely serve the crown, the Church Court will not only support you in becoming Duke Protector of the Realm."
He leaned slightly forward, his voice deep and persuasive, "We can even support you in founding a nation.
As for those who oppose you..." Salomon waved his hand casually, his tone light and dismissive, "The Judicial Court excels at such tasks."
When the word "nation-building" fell from Bishop Salomon's mouth, Seldon Calvin's heart contracted suddenly for an instant.
But that was only a moment; years of experience navigating between the chambers and the nobility almost instinctively suppressed all his emotions.
Only his gaze slightly narrowed, hiding the fleeting glint into the shadows.
His mind was racing.
The blueprint drawn by the Church Court was vast and enticing, but not without logic.
