The next day, Father Carter woke up to the bustling noise.

When he walked out of the room, the church that had been empty for a long time was already packed with people. Dozens of people from the entire Ore Town, plus people from the brown pool tribe's caravan, were gathering in this old but neat church.

This made him rub his eyes, thinking that he was in the wrong place.

Then he stared around and finally spotted me standing on the pulpit.

"Marcus, what...what's going on? Am I still dreaming?"

I took the opportunity to grab him and said to the villagers in the audience: "It just so happens that the highly respected Father Carter has awakened from God's teachings! Now he is invited to give us a speech. Everyone applauds and welcomes him!"

The audience burst into applause.

After being slightly pushed by me, Father Carter stood in front of the familiar yet unfamiliar pulpit. He first looked at the audience, and then glanced at me slightly uneasily.

"Um...good morning everyone?"

Sporadic applause broke out from the audience - the residents of the town are so kind. The sun has reached its peak outside, and it's still early morning?

Father Carter stabilized his voice and continued: "Everyone has gathered in the Ore Town Church today for the first time in a long time and is willing to listen to the teachings of the Holy Spirit. This must be the guidance of the Holy Spirit. In order to thank the Holy Spirit for His mercy, please close your eyes with me.

Pray silently for a minute."

After saying this, the priest raised his hands with dignity, as if receiving the purest light of the universe.

Due to the special design of the church, the sunlight at noon passes through the skylight and forms a beam that shines directly on the pulpit. It falls on Father Carter's gold-trimmed priest's uniform, reflecting a faint golden light, which highlights the

It has a sacred and ethereal temperament.

"This is the Holy Spirit who will be sent in my name. The majestic Holy Spirit is rising and will teach you all things and remind you of all the words the Son of the Spirit has spoken to you..."

Everyone in the audience was shocked by this move, and they all followed him and raised their hands and closed their eyes.

The gospel was readily available, making the crowds praying with their eyes closed even more solemn. The uniformity in form gave the church an irresistible majesty, which was really amazing.

Of course, what is even more amazing is how well the priest hides his secrets.

On the one hand, it is his unimaginable ability to deceive. He usually hides and sleeps, but at critical moments, he can bring everyone into a religious atmosphere without leaving any trace, which resolves the embarrassment of my malicious attempts to tease him.

On the other hand, this guy can actually ventriloquism!

He was able to make sounds from his abdomen over and over again, reciting excerpts from the Gospel of the Spirit Son in a loud and clear voice, and at the same time lowering his voice to question me, both words were perfectly spoken.

"What's going on? How come I didn't know there was a mass today!?"

I also lowered my voice and replied: "What mass? We are here to perform the closing ceremony of the Harvest Festival. I will just let you say a few words and you will finish it for me?"

Carter got angry: "Why are you having a meeting at my place and I don't know about it?!"

I said doubtfully: "Huh? Didn't I tell you last night?"

Carter gritted his teeth: "No..."

"Then I'll tell you now."

I smiled innocently and said, "Is everything okay? If everything is okay, please open your eyes quickly. Our activities will continue."

Hearing this, Carter's ventriloquism of the gospel of the spirit child was stuck. He couldn't breathe at first sight and almost choked to death.

"Please open your eyes. The Holy Spirit has returned to the lofty sky. But please remember that as long as you pray sincerely every day, the Holy Spirit will still pour water on the thirsty people, the river on the dry land, and the Spirit on your soul.

Your descendants will still be showered with blessings on your descendants.”

As the last sentence fell, the villagers opened their eyes one after another. At this time, the light was still gathering. Father Carter picked up the water and waved it around, scattering countless crystal water droplets in the sun, and lightly floating on the people.

The townspeople looked at each other in wonder as the water mist flew. When everyone focused their attention on the pulpit again, the person standing there had been replaced by me!

...Wait a minute, when was I moved here? As a priest, Carter can actually change his form?

"Ahem."

I coughed twice to cover up my embarrassed expression, "Father Carter's sermon was very exciting, but everyone should not forget the spirit of materialism. All happiness and good life must be obtained by one's own labor. As the saying goes, religious believers must also follow the Basic Law.

, after the founding of the People's Republic of China, you are not allowed to become a spirit..."

I was talking nonsense, and noticed that Father Carter, who had sneaked into the audience, was getting more and more murderous in his eyes, so I quickly changed the topic, "By the way, we just talked about this harvest festival event, and I just want to introduce the results to you. Secretary, please give me

Bring the information..."

The jay came up the steps and handed me a piece of paper.

I took a look, quickly closed it and held it tightly: "Hmm...this event...in short, it was a special success, a grand success, a brilliant success! Please applaud!"

There was constant applause from the audience.

Jay, what do you mean when you write a net loss of 20% on the bill? Do you treat the share of overseas sales as if you have not received it? The share of the business after opening up the business route is not considered income? You want to show that you are a business philanthropist, right?

Seeing that I was a little embarrassed, Thomas the Tank Engine quickly stood up from his seat and said in a slightly off-key voice with excitement: "I will also share with you. During this harvest festival, Honey Village and Olive Town have signed contracts with us.

A friendly agreement, the cargo ships in their town will be transported here at a fixed point, and there is basically an agreement on trade!"

Boss Dick asked from the side: "What do you mean?"

Thomas said proudly: "That means I can get one more point in my year-end performance appraisal!"

"roll!"

The replies from the town residents were concise and to the point.

Standing on the pulpit, I pressed the button to suppress everyone's dissatisfaction: "Don't get excited, everyone. Mayor Thomas is of great significance to Ore Town and his position is indispensable. I think he can play a more important role.

"

Thomas rubbed his hands expectantly: "What do you mean? Am I so important?"

I nodded firmly: "In order to generate publicity effect, I suggest Thomas Fire...ahem, as the mascot, integrate this element into Ore Town!"

Thomas the Tank Engine also nodded: "That's okay! I think with my image, I am completely qualified for this role! By the way, should I print theme posters, make Q-version dolls, or put my TV commercials?"

"That won't work. There will be legal disputes." I objected.

Make a model figure of Thomas the Tank Engine in town? Ask Mattel toy company if it will agree? Will the original author Redford Allred agree? Is it easy for me to write a messy tightrope walker?

"???"

Thomas had a question mark on his face.

I said patiently: "Besides, I don't have enough funds. I spent all the money this time, and it will take some time before I get it back."

I revealed some dangerous things calmly, and then before Mayor Thomas could react, he continued: "I think for this mascot effect to be effective, it still needs to be combined with the characteristics of our town!"

I pointed my hand at Thomas: "Since we are called Ore Town, I propose that Thomas put on a miner's uniform and be sent to the mountains to mine every day. The mined ores will be sold to tourists as tourist souvenirs! This can both generate income and be special.

!Who is in favor and who is against?”

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone in the church, including the Brown Pool tribe, raised their hands and looked at Thomas the Tank Engine with a smile.

"Okay, since everyone agrees, then this issue has been passed. Bosses Dick and Jeff, it is up to you to implement this matter...quickly, shut his mouth!"

"There are outsiders mixed in... um... you can't... do what... I am the town... um..."

Boss Dick and Boss Jeff looked at each other and smiled. They grabbed Thomas the Tank Engine and tried to escape. They also covered his mouth when he wanted to ask for help and protested.

Franky whispered to Berthold: "Teacher, it seems that I was naive - I once suspected that Marcus was not the mayor of the town."

Berthold smiled and reassured: "It's okay, you are still young, so this little misjudgment is reasonable."

I stood on the stage and continued to signal everyone to be quiet.

"I invite you here today not only to announce the end of the Harvest Festival, but also to share some things with you that I would like to take this opportunity to tell you."

"I once had nothing, lost hope, and lived in a state of confusion every day with no meaning. Until one day, someone told me that I could choose to inherit the ranch here."

"To be honest, at that time, I didn't know whether what I did was right or wrong, and I didn't know what else I could pursue. But it wasn't until I came here that I realized that life doesn't just have one look."

"The harmonious coexistence between neighbors, the friendly treatment, the banquets, the pastoral songs, the glorious scenery... these all tell me that coming to Ore Town is the most correct choice I have ever made in my life! I once had no more

Family, but after coming here, I have many family members that I can trust and rely on, and Ore Town is my home!"

The audience gradually became quiet, and Boss Dart's serious face also showed a smile, and he was the first to applaud.

The applause got louder and louder, but I raised my voice and said, "It's not you who need to applaud, but me. Maybe my youth and frivolousness also caused a lot of trouble for everyone, or maybe I did something unintentionally.

Let everyone recognize it, but these are not my original intentions."

"I'm just a willful guy who acts recklessly in Ore Town because I feel that this is my home, and I can do whatever I want in this home, but I will never allow outsiders to bully me!"

My voice became serious.

"There are people outside who want to bring down this place, and there are people who want to suppress this place, but I just want them to know that from the time the old miners built the town, from the time the old priest rebuilt the town, from the time I came here, my friends in the town

We cannot be defeated or intimidated! If anyone dares to get involved here, I will make them pay a heavy price!"

Having said this, I took out a piece of paper from my pocket.

"This is an order that Thomas received earlier, but he kept it hidden. I am grateful to him because I know that he deliberately concealed it and destroyed the order, even though I still knew about it."

Before King Ada left Ore Town, she secretly visited the ranch's warehouse - as the head of the federal special intelligence department, she had many ways to know this not-so-confidential thing.

That's where I saw the photocopies of the documents she left behind, and I learned about the federal plan to deal with me.

Thomas, who was suppressed, suddenly broke away and said loudly: "Marcus, the content of that order is wrong. I have already gone to appeal! Don't take it seriously!"

Boss Dick and Boss Jeff looked at him: "What is that? What's wrong?"
To be continued...