The brief and clear answer of the missionary Wright made Gao Wen stunned for a long time. He had already prepared a lot of reasonable, polite and polite rhetoric to deal with the missionary chatter. The contents include and are not limited to "there is no money to maintain the church in the territory", "there is no money to support the priests in the territory", "you spend money to buy the bricks and tiles of the church yourself", etc. However, he did not expect that this missionary who was suspected of being a gladiator and changed his job as a pastor would just forget it... and just forget it...

Could this big brother be the undercover agent of Shadow Church who invaded the Holy Light Church?

"You're going to let it go?" Even Amber couldn't help but say, "Don't you plan to persuade me again?"

"The Way of Holy Light tells me that if I do good deeds, then the Holy Light will naturally shine on people's hearts. If I don't do good deeds, then even if I say my tongue will not work," the man drew a symbol of the Holy Light Church on his chest with his hands. His face was covered with stubble and muscles, but he looked holy. "So it doesn't matter if you are not interested. It's not too late to come to me when you are interested."

"What an interesting guy," Hetty shook his head incredibly, "You are from the central region, right? How did the church in the Holy Spirit Plain send you to the extreme south to preach? And he gave you a document...whether your entourage and guard?"

Now it is no longer the era when civilization chaos begins. Various sects are struggling to run in the wilderness. Even missionaries traveling around are no longer alone like ascetics. Especially missionaries starting from the rich Holy Spirit Plain, they basically carry a considerable number of followers and guards in the world. Therefore, such a team is also called a "mobile church", which means that a church has complete armed personnel, servants, and priests. However, Mr. Wright walked here from the Holy Spirit Plain with a broken document. Not to mention the followers, he earned his own food with all his own efforts.

This trance gives people a feeling of traveling through time and space, just as if this missionary came out of the wilderness of history books.

But after hearing this question, Wright just smiled indifferently: "I was on the road alone. The bishop gave me a document and asked me to preach to the south. I came. As for the entourage and guard... I am a small low-level priest, where did I get the entourage and guard, and I don't need it."

As he said that, he illuminated his muscles: "Many Paladins can't beat me, and many minions are not as good as me in their work. So what do I want them to do?"

Then he looked up and found that another batch of new bricks were sent to this construction site. So he stood up and patted the soil on his pants: "It seems that there is work to do again. Do you have any problems? If there is no problem, I will help unload the batch of bricks first."

Gao Wen looked strange: "...please give me some advice."

Wright waved his hand and said, "Then I'm going. Oh, by the way, don't forget to transfer the documents to your lords. I need to obtain permission from the lord to build a church and preach publicly."

Gao Wen was a little amused and irritated: "Don't worry, I will definitely hand it over."

Lait nodded and turned toward the construction site, but turned around again after walking two steps: "By the way, I forgot to ask something."

Even Hedy couldn't laugh and cry: "What's the matter?"

"Where to eat after work?"

Hetty sighed: "... Just follow the workers, and those who work have food to eat, so you can keep your fill."

After the missionary completely left, Amber muttered in a low voice: "I thought the people of the Holy Light Church would definitely cause trouble when they see me, but why did they become such a stupid... weird guy?"

"Don't be victimized with paranoia. People don't know who you are asking for trouble for you," Hetty glanced at Amber, then looked at Gao Wen, "Ancestor, do you want to allow this...'Missionary' to preach on the territory?"

"Observe for two days first," Gao Wen said lightly, "You send a clerk to register his basic information, and then arrange a residence for him according to the standards of skilled immigration near the administrative district, and pay more attention to his actions. If this person has no problem... he is allowed to preach and engage in Cecil's laws."

Gao Wen himself has a barrier to the belief of the gods, but he does not intend to prevent anyone from conducting religious activities in the territory. Because religious activities are the "established facts" of this world, divine art is also part of the local productivity. Eighty or ninety percent of the people in the territory themselves have faith, either the rich gods and the gods of the Holy Light, or the gods in the fields of craftsmen, business, knowledge, warriors, etc. Most of them are shallow believers, and a small number are devout believers. In this context, it is neither necessary nor meaningless to prevent a missionary from operating in the territory, and it also makes people wonder.

And as long as this strange and honest missionary has no doubts and stains on the background, his arrival is a good thing, Gowen still remembers what Veronica mentioned last time, and he believes that the Saint Princess is not as simple as mentioning it casually. Sooner or later, she will come to find herself, but if a small church recognized by the Church of Holy Light was established in the territory before that, then he would have sufficient reason to refuse the infiltration of the church from the royal capital.

A regional church established by a wandering missionary with the support of the local lord is much more controllable than a church directly commanded by the Holy See.

Thinking about these things that are not available in my mind, Gao Wen returned to his tent.

Looking at the tent that had been living in for several months, he felt a little moved.

It is indeed time to move out of here and into a brick-covered house.

At least the new mansion he designed has formal study, bedroom, warehouse and various laboratories. Whether it is living or conducting magic research, it will be much more convenient than here.

But I don’t know why Amber was also excited about Gao Wenn moving into the new house as soon as possible. Last time Gao Wen asked her curiously, but the latter said a lot of strange things, such as “I haven’t rummaged through the windows for a long time”, “You don’t even have a door that can be pried in your tent”, “What a noble house without a basement or treasure house”, etc.… It’s really strange.

Gao Wen had to knock Amber's head around to correct her strange things, but it seemed that she had no effect.

Several reports on the expansion of new residential areas in the population and territory were placed on the table, and Gao Wen sat down at the desk and began his daily work.

With the inherent appeal of ancient heroes and the factual prestige of Gao Wen to protect the people as the leader, the measures he promulgated were implemented very quickly on this land. Even the planning of urban roads, first building sewers before building houses, prohibiting urination and defecation in the streets, etc. were difficult to advance in the current context of the times, and the measures that were difficult to explain to the people were also well implemented. It seems that people do not really care about the purpose of these measures (even though Gao Wen has sent people to constantly preach the significance of each policy), but as long as the lord says it, it is definitely right.

But Gao Wen knew that the execution efficiency brought by this blind trust cannot be relied on for a long time. It will inevitably be continuously depleted in the promulgation of one system and law after another. There are only two ways to maintain this execution rate.

First, let more new systems and laws produce visible benefits as much as possible, and at least make the people believe that improvements in life are promoted by those systems and laws, so that they will be willing to pursue the new laws.

Second, promote education so that the people can understand thinking and discernment, so that they can truly understand what the lord is saying, and on this premise, they still support the laws and rules of the territory.

Article 2 can not only maintain the existing execution rate, but also greatly improve the efficiency of every task in the territory.

But... where should teachers be found? Especially in the high-level education plan, it is even more difficult to find such teachers.

Ordinary people who recognize words and numbers may be hired with money, but those who are truly knowledgeable and can provide higher-end education are difficult to find. They cannot be willing to explain what runes and calculations are to a group of noisy "low poor people" and even if they are given money, they cannot.

Maybe she should ask Jenny for inquiries. She might know some extraordinary professionals who are extremely down and out in the upper class... In the spirit of being poor, those mages who are about to starve to death should be easier to buy...

At the same time, in the distant sea far away on the east side of the mainland, the storm was gradually dissipating.

The violent and surging water elements returned to the atmosphere and the ocean. The energy accumulated in the atmosphere was almost completely sprinkled on the islands and reefs before, breaking the entire island and reef into pieces. Now the residual energy is stabilizing with the water elements and gradually returning to the embrace of nature.

The blood of the cultists dyed the sea red, and the smell of blood attracted predators in the ocean, but those predators were just chasing the periphery of this water, not daring to approach this place that still emits a dangerous aura.

The Storm Sons finally failed to withstand the real storm. They tried their best to withstand the natural disasters caused by the Siren Army for a long time, but in the end they had to give up this "miracle realm".

At the cost of nearly one-third of the lives of the believers, they forcibly rushed out a way of life in the surging ocean and fled the place.

Now this island has returned to the hands of the sirens.

There were still many huge and terrifying hideous giant beasts on the sea surface. The bodies floating on the water, covered with carapaces and bone spurs, were intimidating, but soon, the giant beasts sank into the water. After a moment, some female figures floated up from the sea.

They have beautiful faces, elegant and symmetrical figures, and also have eyes full of wisdom and agility like humans. However, their cheeks and arms are faintly covered with subtle scales. These scales are not terrible, but instead bring people an unusually charming beauty. In the process of stirring the sea water, the structure of the lower body of these women will occasionally turn out to the water surface, which is like a sea snake or a fish tail.

Some even have tentacles with suction cups like octopus.

These intelligent creatures in the water looked at the islands and reefs left after the cultists evacuated, but they had no interest in the so-called holy tools and altars that the cultists fought to the death.

A siren with long sky blue hair looked into the direction of the island, while another siren floated up from the water and swam towards the leader with long sky blue hair: "The humans with a sick mind ran away, General Vanessa."

The Siren, known as General Vanessa, frowned: "What an inexplicable creature. I clearly remember that they were not so crazy hundreds of years ago, so why can't they even communicate now..."

"It's probably because they can't live in the sea, and their brains are so irritated when they live on land all day."

"Forget it, it doesn't matter," General Siren shook his head. "Since all the brain-sick humans have run away, we can continue to work."

"Then..." The young Siren soldier showed a eager expression on his face, "Let's go down and continue digging squids?"

The Siren General smiled and nodded vigorously: "Well, keep digging squids."

"Continue to dig squid! Dig squid! Big squid!"

The cheers of the sirens were heard, and then they rolled up waves one by one, swung their tails like sea snakes, sea fish, and octopus to the bottom of the sea to continue their work that they had long planned in this area.

Go to the deep sea, go to the seabed, and continue to dig the "big squid" that died under some unknown reason, and the fragments of the body were covered with a whole seabed, and no matter how hard they were dug...

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