Chapter 107: Sterl Has Returned

Olivia then went to recruit her sisters. Bianca and Christine, who had performed on stage, readily accepted, which also drew in the remaining two to join the lineup. After all, this was a task assigned by Father, and they all hoped to be praised.

The next day, Li Lekang boarded his large GMC, bringing his girls with him. With a group of bodyguards clearing the way, they swaggered into the studio of a renowned designer in New York.

The GMC door opened, and out stepped Li Lekang, cool and wearing sunglasses. Behind him followed five black-robed nuns, who flanked him as they entered the studio, where the white-suited men stood aside automatically.

The designer was named Louis, and his works had graced the stage of New York Fashion Week. Li Lekang sought someone whose style matched: last time at the Metropolitan Museum's runway show, female stars had worn his designed leather ensembles, making a striking impression.

He hoped the other could design several sets of killer nun outfits—leather jackets, sling big long boots—sexy yet dangerous, with the effect to be presented in the camera.

The designer was no ordinary person; merely based on the information Li Lekang had described and the row of either cold or stern nuns behind him, his creativity immediately burst forth—

"Design fee and clothing accessories cost one million dollars."

The other quoted high, after all, he was a designer who had appeared at the international four major fashion weeks; others' high-end dresses might sell for tens of thousands.

The price ceiling for high fashion had no limit, and the clothes of women in the fashion world were even more so!

High customization plus high-end sewing plus Paris fashion week... you could add as many zeros as you wanted behind the price tag!

"I'll give you 1.2 million, you give me an invoice for 2 million," Li Lekang said.

Louis raised his brows, then smiled and extended his hand: "I think we've got a deal! Friend!"

This was the power of money!

By the way, gaining friendship with big names in the fashion world meant that in the future, he would definitely have clothes to wear for various red carpets, or he could exchange resources.

...

He arranged the clothing props, script plots, and everything else one by one.

Next would be the professionals slowly sculpting it.

Time was still ample for him; the saints' anniversary would be held in about a month, while China's performance would have to wait until after New Year's Day.

Judy had already brought the production crew, and the team had moved into the New York Saints Manor, beginning to set up the event venue and prepare for the program shoot.

Among them were several programs, but the most important was still the Messiah.

A few days later, Olivia hurried over to notify the father who was squinting at Erha in competition. She approached quietly, until Li Lekang was defeated in Erha's contemptuous gaze, only then she said, "Father, Bishop St. will arrive at the manor this afternoon."

"Oh?" Li Lekang rubbed his aching eyes. "Right on time!"

Olivia asked, "Do you have any special instructions?"

"No, when St. arrives, have him come see me." Li Lekang's tone toward St. was not like that of an advisor to a subordinate, but rather the way a superior treats a subordinate.

Olivia had long been accustomed to it, and she had seen even more miraculous things, so she replied seriously, "Understood. I'll arrange it as soon as possible."

Because the house was too large, sometimes not deliberately seeking out a person wouldn't necessarily mean you could run into them.

Li Lekang threw his magic slippers hard into the plant maze, and the dog Mike happily ran off to retrieve them.

In the afternoon, accompanied by the roar of a helicopter approaching, on the lawn in the rear garden of the manor, a Bell 206 helicopter descended from the sky.

Several men in white suits jumped down first from the plane, escorting the bald, shiny St. in the middle.

St. also supported a young man with a big beard and long hair beside him, wearing a beige robe and black rubber-soled sandals in an Arab style, but he didn't look very bright.

St. said to him, "Messiah, this way. This annoying noise will soon stop."

"Really? I'm almost unable to bear this sound!" The young man covered his ears blankly.

"I guarantee it, we'll go see Father Lekang right now. You'll like him!" St. said patiently.

Li Lekang, who had received the news, was already waiting in the living room.

He saw the long-absent St., still prominent with his bald head, and more sharpness in his brows and eyes. The young man in the beige robe beside him made him look exactly like Jesus about to be nailed to the cross... This retro attire Li Lekang could identify at a glance as a cultist's performance.

"Bishop St.!"

Li Lekang stepped forward and shook his hand, then looked to the side.

"This is Messiah," St. introduced.

"Hello!"

Li Lekang extended his hand. The other stared blankly at him, somewhat at a loss.

He smiled, withdrew his hand: "Come, let's all sit down!"

"What would you like to eat?" Li Lekang asked.

St. ordered a cup of coffee, and for Messiah, a cola, specially instructing that it come with a straw... The maid took it out with a pious expression.

Messiah sucked on the soda by himself. Li Lekang looked at him for a while, then after withdrawing his gaze, St. asked softly, "What do you think?"

"A somewhat abnormal ordinary person."

Li Lekang's description was a bit awkward.

He didn't know how the saints had found this bunch of cultists, but this guy truly had nothing special about him. His soul intensity was slightly stronger than that of ordinary people, but he was very pure, untainted by any sins, like a blank sheet of paper—harmless.

But it seemed he didn't have any special powers either. Simply put, he was just a happy little fool. If this was the Messiah's bloodline, then just assume he had time-traveled into a parody drama!

St. also knew about this issue, but he looked in another direction: "The key is that he meets all the requirements for the organization's screening, and if he can demonstrate some extraordinary abilities, I can obtain more support from the committee representatives."

Li Lekang said indifferently, "OK, it's also simple. I'll give him a few trainings, or in my presence, whatever you want to make him seem supernatural can be achieved."

"With your word, I'm relieved."

St. knew that his greatest reliance was still this devilish lord.

As previously mentioned, the Saints Organization has a tripartite division of powers. The five bishops are equivalent to the organization's leaders, while the believers' committee representatives are like parliament members, and the arbitration committee is the highest court.

The bishops are elected by the representatives. St.'s situation was somewhat special, belonging to the hereditary succession due to sudden events. However, with his recent handling, the succession had already proceeded smoothly.

But merely standing firm? For anyone who schemes for power and pursues authority, ambition is impossible to satisfy with the status quo!

Just like the soldier who doesn't want to be a general isn't a good soldier! St. had this condition, and he also yearned to be the head of the bishops, to hold even greater power!

In the past, there had been no opportunity, but now it seemed that both the timing and the location had arrived. They had found the Messiah; he had the support of extraordinary power, and the miracles wouldn't be far away!