The carriage without signs passed through the quiet streets of Munze. Although the war had ended for half a year, the city still had not recovered from the scars of the war. On both sides of the main road where the carriage was traveling, most of the pyroxene street lights were left. The place where the bright pyroxene was supposed to be placed was now only dark and empty. A few street lights that were still on were dim and seemed to be extinguished at any time. The repeated struggle and control of the city by Prince Roninger and Prince Wenfeng, as well as the lack of post-war recovery funds, made the pyroxene that was originally not coveted, unable to stay on the pyroxene at all. Count of Husband was waiting for the pyroxene to exchange for food. Later, Earl Patrick, who temporarily managed the city, simply gave up the idea of ​​restoring road lighting and let the city go dark.

"Is there anything wrong with Earl Patrick looking for me this time?"

Sitting in the carriage, Haier Scott could see the pyroxene wind lights hanging on both sides of the carriage through the small window in front, and swayed gently to the rhythm of the carriage shaking. Since he left the Archbishop of the Three Gods and bid farewell to the city called Roswell, he has taken a distance from politics. His Ouen rarely took the initiative to contact those in power, and most of the time he was spontaneously preached among the middle and lower classes. Later, the believers grew and he had to build a church in Munze, so he had to pay homage to Earl Patrick and obtained permission from him for the first exclusive church of Ouen.

"I'm not sure. The Earl said that you should go there immediately. There should be something important. However, the Earl looked good when she said this, so it should not be a bad thing."

The four young men accompanying Scott were all slaves of Earl Patrick. They grew up in the Earl's family and their loyalty is still trustworthy. Two of them had become believers of the O'Neon religion some time ago. They are now talking to Scott, and they are even more religious, so they are very friendly.

"I understand. The Count has mercy and has given us a lot of food. This can save hundreds of people. This time I see the Count, I have to thank him again."

Although he didn't know what Earl Patrick asked him to do, Scott also had his own ideas. In any case, Earl Patrick helped a lot during the last time the food crisis of the church. He had no reason to reject the Earl in public or private affairs.

The carriage bumped for a while and stopped outside a high-walled courtyard on the west side of Munzer. This courtyard was originally the mansion of the Utres family of Munzer. Later, with Ronninger's defeat and the surrender of his two adopted sons, the Utres family was uprooted by Prince Wenfeng and supported the originally unsuccessful Earl Patrick to succeed. The courtyard naturally became the main house of the Patrick family.

"Scott Mushu, I'm glad you've come here. Adults have just arrived. Please come with me here to change your clothes."

As soon as he got off the carriage, Scott looked at the man waiting at the door in surprise. It was Count Leon Patrick, the ruler of the city. The man who used to sit in the main hall waiting for him to go now stood by the carriage with a humble expression on his face, without any dissatisfaction.

"Sir Earl, why are you here in person? Who is here to visit and you are going to work to pick me up?"

Scott also saw the world in Roswell. When he saw the formation of Earl Patrick, he immediately realized that some big shot came here for himself, which made Earl Patrick show such etiquette.

"We will talk about it later. Please come here with me first."

If you need to change clothes, you must be a member of the royal family. The most famous member of the royal family is Prince Wenfeng Gibson. Could it be him? But shouldn't he be busy stabilizing the situation in Roninger at this time? How could he have the heart to come to Muenze?

While thinking about things in a mess, Scott had quickly changed his clothes to meet the royal family. He followed Earl Patrick through the outer edge of the yard, walked through the moonlit stone slabs, passed through the corridor with small pyroxene lamps neatly hung, and met Prince Wenfeng in the study room on the west side of the yard hall.

"You're here, sit down."

Prince Wenfeng was no longer what Scott remembered. The Battle of Roninger made him mature a lot and older. Seeing that it was indeed him, Scott stopped hesitating and sat down neatly.

"I met you three years ago last time. I didn't expect that you could give up the power of the Three Gods and come here to re-create a sect. It's really admirable."

In front of Wen Feng, Scott's identity is not a secret, not to mention that as Archbishop of Roswell, he has a good relationship with these princes. Seeing Prince Wen Feng meet and reminisce about the past, Scott stood up and bowed before starting to answer.

"The third great demon tide subverted the foundation of the Three Gods. Relying on the magical transmission array preaching in the mortal world, they could not explain the third great demon tide, and the collapse of faith was almost inevitable. At that time, the Three Gods were a capsized ship. If anyone, if he was on the ship and could see the future clearly, would definitely choose to leave like me."

"That's natural. I heard from Leon that Munze's security has improved a lot recently and there have been a lot of fewer mass incidents. He attributes all this to your O'Neon religion. I wonder what you think?"

"Ohn teaches people to be good, emphasizes that believers should repay their grievances with kindness, and advocate a happy life after death. Our believers have indeed become more peaceful and patient. This is also Ohn's will that asked me to draft the doctrine, so I naturally dare not disobey."

"Tsk——", Wen Feng smashed his mouth, obviously not used to Scott's speech so ridiculously. He frowned, looked at Scott, paused for two seconds before continuing.

"Article Scott, you know that my theological scores have always failed..."

Seeing Wen Feng say this, Scott smiled and put down his deliberate accent, "Your Highness, I founded the O'En religion to guide people to be good, hoping to reduce war and disputes. Therefore, when I drafted the doctrine according to the will of the Supreme God O'En, I put the channels for people to vent their dissatisfaction after death to increase their endurance when they are alive. However, this is not the ultimate goal. This is actually a kind of asceticism, dieting, quantification, etc. If I can overcome my inner desires, I can naturally overcome nature."

"Okay, I can't talk about you, it's important." Seeing that Scott was still in circles, His Highness decided not to bother Scott's fake. "The recent incident of escaped slaves and escaped workers has made my father very upset. Even if we took a series of measures, people still ran to Alena one after another. Moreover, if the suppression is ruthless, people's hearts will fluctuate, and there will be some unstable situations in the local area. Now the great nobles have an idea to give serfs certain personal rights and stabilize the mentality of serfs. There are also emerging aristocrats engaged in industry who hope to completely abolish the serfs. I believe you have heard of these things, and I won't explain them in detail. My father doesn't like those nouveau riche, and he wants to find a way to stabilize the minds of the lower classes, including those serfs. I think about it, you, the O'Neon Church, and there is still some hope-"

"I hope to resolve the secular disputes with faith?" Scott interrupted Prince Wenfeng halfway after hearing this. "Your Highness, O'En has always been away from politics. I have been in Roswell for so long and know that I am too close to politics. This is busy-"

"Don't be busy refusing," Wen Feng interrupted Scott, "If I do well, I can advise my father, and Leo'en's religion is the state religion."

Scott was silent. The state religion, even the heyday of the Three Gods, had never received this honor. Although the Three Gods had a great magician, the pope, the five great powers also had great magicians, which was not inferior. The Three Gods could be licensed to preach in the six great powers, but it was absolutely impossible for them to become the state religion of any of the six great powers. In that era when the magician was still alive, the faith of the people could not be handed over to the power of another magician.

"How is it? If you really hope that God Oun can save the world and escape this world-destroying disaster, then you should naturally accept my request, become our national religion, accept believers, and strengthen your team, so that your teachings can be spread farther."

Prince Wenfeng saw Scott hesitating and knew that he had been shaken, so he naturally had to strike while the iron was hot and do a good job of persuasion. The questions his father Paul Gibson were worried about at this stage, and he hoped to leave a better impression in front of his father. Therefore, even if he had to pay a certain price, he would trick the former archbishop in front of him into Roswell.

"You saw my heart," Scott thought for a while and smiled, "What should come will always come. If you can seize this opportunity, it is indeed an opportunity for our Ouen Cult to grow. Prince Wenfeng, we have known each other for some years, and I will not go around in front of you. May I ask, Your Highness, how sure is the matter of the National Cult?"

"From Muenze's situation, the problem should not be big." Wen Feng heard Scott's words and knew that he agreed to his request and smiled happily, "Anyway, don't worry, I can still do this by convinceing my father."

"Then I'll bother Your Highness."

Since he made the decision, Scott no longer hesitated. He thanked the prince and agreed to return to Roswell. Perhaps, deep down in his heart, he also wanted to return to the city where he had lived for a long time, look at those people again and listen to those voices.

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"A car sold for 830,000 ram? This money is enough for me to equip a legion soldiers! Where do these people come from? Phelas, check it out for me!"

At the top of the Roswell Sanctions Mage Tower, Emperor Ankenry's roar sounded again recently. Three days ago, on March 23, Lu Yuan, the Treaty of Moon signed by Eilena with the five major powers officially came into effect. The five major powers received the promise that Eilena would not actively use magic or attack other countries, while Eilena got a large market for the five countries. From Ankenryin to the Third Republic of Verne, from the Arunde Empire to the Loren Robus, there is no country in the vast central continent that can stop Eilena.

The products entered their market. On the second day of the signing of the Moon Treaty, the spring auction, which had been planned for a long time, was grandly held in Roswell. The Red Flag Steam Locomotive produced by Elena was placed at the end. As soon as Pu appeared, it caused a burst of exclamations. People asked about it all and then started to bid wildly. The starting price of this car was only 5,000 ram, but the final transaction price actually soared to an incredible 830,000. Not only the people present were surprised, but even His Majesty the Emperor lost his calmness when he heard this.

"Your Majesty, these people are second to buy cars. It is the real purpose of trying to take the opportunity to get online with Gastens. Although there are more than 830,000, it is very cheap compared to the friendship of a great magician."

Prime Minister Emil Irving explained on the side. His family also participated in the auction, so they naturally knew how the price came about. The Red Flag Steam Locomotive provided by Eilena is indeed very good, but it is so good that it is not worth it to buy a car for 830,000 yuan. However, when a great magician stood behind the car, everything could not be measured by simple money.

"That so-called great magician is thinking about how to eliminate these bourgeoisie every day. They are so good that they are even paying for it. Are you really not afraid of death?"

Paul Gibson was obviously not convinced by Emile. He walked twice and looked at the Royal Police Chief Philas Navle, who was standing beside him. "Felas, check it out for me. Who bought this car and where the money came from, check it out for me!"

"Okay, your majesty."

Phelas nodded with a calm expression.

"Also, let me continue to check Elena, whether Chagastens is a great magician. As long as there is conclusive evidence, we will immediately let him know that this world is not so easy to fool!"

"I understand, your majesty."

When he heard about Cha Elena's affairs, Nafle frowned slightly. Now Elena's anti-espionage work is done very well. His spies cannot enter the Elena Plain at all, and can only wander in Enspan. This will not be able to collect enough information. He is also trying to find out if he can contact it. However, Fellas felt that he knew about these complicated trivial things, and there was no need to tell His Majesty.

“…”

Paul Gibson took two more turns before he remembered another thing.

"Wen Summit brings a surprise here later. He asked us to guess, let's see, what will be the surprise of that kid?"

"What Your Majesty is most worried about recently is Ailena's continuous problems of fugitive slaves and fugitive workers. Prince Wenfeng has always been steady. Since he dares to say it is a surprise, it must be related to fugitive slaves and fugitive workers. His Majesty has collected solutions to fugitive slaves and fugitive workers some time ago. Now it seems that Prince Wenfeng should have a countermeasure."

Emil Irving actually knew that Prince Wenfeng was coming, but since His Majesty the Emperor wanted to play, he was willing to accompany him. It was reasonable to infer the purpose of Prince Wenfeng coming.

"Haha, love is still great, it's him. Come on, let's sit down and wait, and see what surprises my good son has brought to his father."

With Paul Gibson's order, Emil knew that he could not leave. He went to the stool brought by the servants around him, looked at the sky outside the window, and remained silent. Elena's escape slaves and escape workers were very difficult, and he himself did not think of a good solution, nor did he know what kind of answer Wen Feng would bring.
Chapter completed!