Pope Embisrik, Longquan Mage Tower.

"grown ups?"

St. Amy, the director of the Mage Tower, carefully pushed open the door of the Great Magister St. Eigerde, and called softly, without a response. She walked around the screen and saw her master, former Great Magister, and current Pope St. Eigerde, on the bed that she was familiar with. This man who once stood at the peak of the world is now wearing a plain pajama, lying on the bed, rummaging on a entertainment novel.

"grown ups!"

Amy was a little unhappy with Eigerde's like this, and her voice was filled with resentment, "The sixteen cardinals are waiting for you to have a meeting, but isn't it good for you to just lie down and read novels?"

St. Eiger then raised his head, he looked at St. Amy and shrugged helplessly.

"Anyway, there is no magic anymore, what else can I do?"

Eigerde's depressedness is not without reason. Although the Pope Embisrek adopted a political system of politics and religion, it avoided civil strife between the mage tower and the government like Ankenrien or the Alangte Empire. However, Embisrek also did not have much military power, and relying solely on the Paladins of the Holy See could not stop those who were eyeing the dragon pyroxene elves under the Longquan Mage Tower of the Three Gods Cult. Eigerd tried to struggle, but never found a way out. After the news of the third great demon wave was announced, he became even more depressed. He stayed in the mage tower all day long and did not leave his home.

"You are still you, you are still the Pope of the Trinity of the Trinity!" St. Amy was a little angry and helpless. Although due to her identity, she did not get along with Eigerde as a husband and wife, the long-term tacit understanding between the two can also make her feel the confusion of Eigerde's surface decadence.

"Okay OK, okay," Eigerd raised his hand and surrendered and began to get out of bed. The maids around him stepped forward to help him change his clothes. His own eyes drifted left and right, but they didn't look at St. Amy.

"We are gradually regaining contact with churches everywhere. During this period of loss of contact, many problems occurred. Some church bishops ran away with money, some believers were seriously lost, and more churches lacked operating expenses. After the communication fee cannot be collected, our economic income is a big problem."

St. Amy knew that at the meeting that she would be asked many questions. Using St. Agerde's time wearing clothes, she wanted to familiarize herself with the content of the meeting.

"Anyway, it's just for the dragon under my feet, who doesn't know!"

The dragon mentioned by St. Eigerd is the foundation of the Longquan Mage Tower and the largest pyroxene elves in the world. When this pyroxene elves was discovered, it almost triggered a large-scale war. Later, the existence of the magician alliance came forward to mediate, which resulted in the current Pope's exclusive enjoyment of the Longquan Mage Tower.

"grown ups!"

St. Amy angrily shouted twice, and Eggerde stopped talking. He waited for the maid to change his clothes, stepped forward, gently held Amy's face with both hands, and looked into her eyes.

"Dear Amy, I have lost my magic power. Look at other magicians who have lost their magic power. They are dead, escaped, and some are still fighting to death. It is not easy for me to live like this and maintain the position of the Pope. Do you think? In the absence of magic power, what else do you want me to do?"

"Sir!", St. Amy broke free from Eiger's hand. "Now the believers of the six major powers are passing by quickly. Do you want to destroy the foundation that our predecessors have built for hundreds of years? Although there is no magic, I think this is a good thing. From now on, there will be no power in this world that can defeat faith itself. Isn't this the environment we need for preaching?"

Eigerd was silent. He raised his hand, looked at the increasing wrinkles on it, and sighed softly.

"Sir, the struggle for faith is like a war. Now there are some messy cults everywhere, and social security is not good. Several countries have a vague attitude towards this aspect. If we do not take advantage of this period, when our religious believers join other sects, the Three Gods will be over!"

"Okay, okay."

St. Eigerde waved his hand casually and walked out of the door. St. Amy followed him and went to the venue. When she didn't see it, Eigerde quietly ignited his fighting spirit in her eyes after she finished saying that.

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Alex Podora stood outside the intersection of Luoshan Road and lined up to enter Elena's serf team. Looking at the short-lived team ahead, she sighed softly.

As a senior spy of the Royal Police, he has done many professions and disguised many identities. However, as a serf, he was involved in the mission of Alena. The genealogy of Ankenryin's 117 top nobles whom he had skillfully recited was useless in front of this mission. The food and wine from all over the world that he had studied seriously was of no help in the face of this mission. What he worked hard to learn and master were also worthless in this mission. Among his complicated disguise skills, the only thing he could have left was this well-trained body that could bring physical support to him as a serf.

"Hey, brother, why are you sighing?" The serf behind Alex was obviously a talkative person. "My name is Som Warren, and he is a serf from Master Muskel's house. This time, the adults in the province lifted the restrictions on Elena's absorption of serfs, and I escaped directly. Did you see the man over there? That was the housekeeper of Mr. Muskel's house, staring at me! If Lord Gastenth of Elena sent troops to protect us, we would have been arrested long ago!"

Earl Muskel Willis is a landlord and noble in Enspan Province. He owns more than 4,000 acres of land. The most promising child in his family is now studying at the University of Rosville...

Alex subconsciously found Muskel's information in his mind, but he knew that these information would not help the situation in front of him. If he was really a serf, he shouldn't have known so many things, and he shouldn't have sighed when he could get freedom.

After reflecting on himself, Alex squeezed out a smile from the bottom of his heart, "I am also worried about our master. Some time ago, when Lord Gastenth said he wanted to open the recruitment of serfs, he said that anyone who dared to run would break his leg. I was afraid and ran out overnight, but I was also worried that he would send someone to beat me..."

"You don't know this, brother," Som reached out and patted Alex on the shoulder with a careless hand. "Elena's guard is amazing now. I heard that he defeated the Sixth Prince's Guard some time ago, and he killed so miserably, blood flowing! Now the general in charge of the security of Enspan Province, he dare not care about these matters at all. Since you come, there will be no trouble!"

"Hey, really? That's great!!!"

Alex showed a happy look and started chatting with Som. The serfs lined up around him heard the battle and joined in one after another. Although these people had never participated in or seen that battle, it seemed to Alex that each of them was an eyewitness of the battle, and they even fired guns and killed people.

Knowing that this group of people were bragging about the simple bragging, Alex endured the sour smell of the burlap jacket used to disguise himself, while looking at the registration office not far away. Since the victory of that battle, there have been more serfs who came to join Ailena. Ailena also set up a simple reception desk at the intersection of Luoshan to register the serfs who came to join. This registration office is the first level that Alex had to pass as a spy.

The team was soon sent to Alex during the nonsense of chatting with a group of serfs. It was not until he walked in that Alex understood the appearance of the registration office. Two long tables were covered with thick blue tablecloths. Two soldiers sat behind the table with pens and paper on them. Seven or eight soldiers were standing near the registration office with steam rifles on their backs, looking around vigilantly. Behind the registration office was the S-shaped chest wall iron shield defense facility at the intersection of Luoshan.

"Hello, welcome to Elena."

The soldiers in charge of the reception called Alex's attention back from the surrounding defenses, "What's your name? Whose serfs can write?"

"My name is Alex Warren, and I am a serf of Viscount Rez Capila." Alex knew his disguised identity very clearly, "I can write."

"Okay, you write your name here, and then go there to get a license plate. After waiting for twenty people to gather, you will follow the big man in. Do you understand? Don't lose the license plate, otherwise you will be kicked out."

"Yeah, thank you sir!"

Alex took the license plate and found that it was a wooden sign with four digits 1289. The number was the same as the number when he registered his name on the roster. If Alex did not understand it wrongly, it should be his identity proof of Elena.

It seems that it is not that difficult to get in.

The chatterman, Som, also got the wooden sign behind him. He and Alex stood together and were still chattering. Alex was coping with it while thinking about how to carry out the work in the future. If he could successfully get into Elena and stabilize, he had to find a way to collect intelligence and find a way to send out the information. Because he was too careless about Elena before, the Royal Police had not established a stable intelligence channel in Elena, and everything needed Alex to explore.

The soldiers in the registration office pointed out to Alex a tall soldier. The soldier had gathered twenty people in front of him, and introduced himself, saying that his name was Vir Warren, and he took everyone into the intersection. Alex was able to see the inside of the intersection defense line. Unlike what he expected, there seemed to be nothing special about the inside of the intersection iron shield chest wall defense line of Luoshan intersection.

"Brother Vile, Brother Vile", Som, who talked the most in the team, chatted with his companions for a few words, and felt that he was not satisfied, so he found the soldiers who led them, "Are you still a serf now?"

"I'm not," Ville Warren answered Som's question with a smile, "I'm not a serf from Enspan. I went to the front line with the Fourth Legion's suicide squad. Later, the team dispersed and was taken in by the Sixth Legion. After three charges, I got my free identity, and then followed the boss to Elena."

"Then why didn't you change your name? If I get rid of my identity as a serf, the first thing I have to do is change my name!"

Som's question also aroused Alex's curiosity. He focused a little and listened to Weir's answer.

"Our head is Gastens," said Ville, as he walked, "He didn't change his name himself, or Gastens Warren. We also asked him, and he said that he would not change his name until all the serfs were freed from all the serfs. We thought it made sense, and we wouldn't change it."

After hearing this answer, the twenty serfs fell silent. Even Alex, who was a spy, had a first impression of Gastens, whom he had never met in this answer.

A terrible person.

"I...I won't change it either!"

After a while of silence, someone spoke, and then twenty serfs started talking in a verbal way. They were asking, is Gastenth really going to liberate Quanan Kenryin serfs? Can he do it? What if His Majesty the Emperor does not allow it?

Alex is also curious about these questions, but it is obviously beyond the scope of Vier's knowledge. He cannot answer many questions, but simply believes that this man named Gastenth will definitely fulfill his promise.

"Because, everything he said has come true!"

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Passing through the intersection of Luoshan Road, Weir led twenty serfs to the cafeteria and invited everyone to dinner. The meal was very simple, rye bread and bean soup. Alex only took a bite and ate the source of these bean soups. This was the soup made by the canned food supplied to the Guards by the Guards Logistics Department, which had a unique flavor of canned food.

Elena's food is not completely self-sufficient.

After silently writing down the first message, Alex pinched his nose, imitated other serfs, and finished the food he gave him. After that, Vir took them through the cafeteria, walked through the wheat fields and fields planting some plants that Alex did not recognize, and trekked for about an hour to a piece of wasteland. Around the wasteland, some soldiers sat there. When they saw Vir coming, they stood up one after another.

"Serf brothers", Weir led everyone to stop in front of the wasteland, "You also know that since we fought the battle to defend Luoshan Daokou, Elena has become a thorn in the eyes of those big men, and it is impossible to pull it out. In order to prevent any destructive elements from getting mixed in with you, now, I want to ask everyone to do a test-"

Test, is it a test to do farm work?

Alex was extremely fortunate at this time that after receiving this task, he went to the fields to exercise for a month. Most of the farm work, whether it was turning the ground, planting wheat, or cutting grass, were able to do well. Except for the poor durability, there was no obvious difference. Alex felt that this was enough. Moreover, from this small wasteland, it would be good for each of the twenty of them to have a slight land, and would not expose his physical weaknesses.

"Brother Weir, this is OK, let's start quickly! We are still waiting for the production charge!"

Som habitually shouted, and Vir didn't talk nonsense and directly issued the test task.

"Okay, brothers," he stretched out his hand, "Behind me, there are twenty wastelands of the same size as this one, one acre per piece. Your task is to everyone turn over this wasteland for the rest of the day, do you understand?"

"good!!!"
Chapter completed!