"Actually..." the eldest son of the Baron suddenly said: "Your Excellency Loss should not be the time to use the 'miracle' now, right? Will it make the parish unhappy?"

"No." His Excellency Baron shook his head: "Although we arranged the 'miracle', the method of moving the honeycombs and dividing the bee colonies and collecting the honeycombs, especially the 'honeycombs' that His Excellency has brought over this time. Whether it is for the Akford leader, the parish church, or the inferior people running around the ground, it is not too much to put the title of 'miracle' on His Excellency... "

"Well...father, you think so attentively."

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Earth.

Cao Nima!

Thoughtful to your whole family!

Seeing this, almost all the people on earth who watched the video cursed at the same time.

"Mala, numb! Let's do serious business! Baron, let's join in the fun!"

"Fuck! I've been excited for a long time, but the Baron wants to use religious superstition to anesthetize the lower class?"

"Fuck! I should have thought of it long ago! No wonder the woman's first reaction was to kneel down instead of looking at her son immediately!"

"No wonder the bastard who was guarding the door made a woman with a child so easily!"

"This woman is so poisonous! Look at the little boy's left leg! It's so big that he has bruised so much, and how heavy it has been!"

"Oh my god! I've been cheated! This little bastard cried so loudly, how could he look like he didn't eat for three days and three nights?"

"Your baron, fuck your ancestors for eighteen generations!"

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Ten minutes later.

France.

Public opinion guidance office of the same nature as "joint ventures" and "joint office buildings".

Seventh floor, command center.

"minister……"

The staff member's expression turned into a ball of twisted flowers and handed out the newly printed form in constipation.

"8%..." The minister took it and swept the first line: "Haha, I worked hard for five days and five nights, and finally increased the proportion of positive public opinion to 40%... Fifteen minutes, haha, fell to 8% in fifteen minutes... Haha, Baron Arkford...filsdepute!!!fffffffffilsdepute!!!"

The minister, who was nearly 60 years old, grabbed the table with both hands and angrily tore the table into powder.

"Minister!" Another staff member shouted and rushed over: "Urgent notification!"

"Say it... just say it..." the minister also yelled and replied: "How much has the pessimistic atmosphere increased? 80%, or 90%?"

"No, it's good news!"

The staff rushed into the room, he supported the desk with his hands, his face turned red, and his eyes shot out infinite excitement and hope like a sharp sword: "Treat...Treat children is indeed fake, but early... Early... Early... During the early prayer process... I found supernatural clues!"
Chapter completed!