"…So, your Oen Divine Church has achieved good results in Munze? Has the public security greatly improved?"

Prince Wenfeng brought Scott's pastor and mayor Leon Patrick in front of Paul Gibson for nearly two hours. Paul Gibson is still asking about Muenze's current situation. It is not his prudentness, but the establishment of the state religion is not trivial. Once it is established, no matter how big it is, no adjustments should be made. As Prince Wenfeng suggested, by pushing the Oenne God Cult to the front, it is actually equivalent to putting the Oenne God Cult in the semi-national religion. Therefore, as long as he decides to adopt Prince Wenfeng's advice, it is equivalent to tie the Oenne God Cult and Ankenry tightly together. Being cautious and cautious is completely necessary in Paul Gibson's view.

"Yes, Your Majesty, I can testify to this point. When I was Mayor Munze, the city's production and living order was not restored shortly after the war was quelled, and there were frequent incidents of burning, killing, looting, and robbery. Later, the Oun Cult spread and the related cases were fewer. Moreover, although many of us escaped from Ailena, from the total number of people that can be counted, it is indeed much better than the other surrounding cities."

"Yes, Your Majesty, as far as I know, the Orn God Church emphasizes tolerance in this world in exchange for enjoying the Pure Land after death. For the Orn God Church believers, the unsatisfaction in this world and the suffering they encounter are necessary experiences for their sins. If they are devout believers, they will basically accept it calmly, and there are few ideas to take the initiative to change their situation. Even less devout believers will have less ideas to change or escape from suffering. Therefore, I think the Orn God Church can achieve our goals."

Like Leon Patrick, Prince Wenfeng is also actively speaking for Scott. They did this not because they had a interest in Scott, but because once they could help His Majesty the Emperor solve this problem, Wenfeng's status as a prince and Leon's status as mayor will be much stronger.

"And, father, Archbishop Scott is our old acquaintance. Do you still don't trust him? Can he give up the position of Archbishop of the Three Gods and the cardinal who is about to be obtained, and resolutely create the Church of O'N, and eat rye bread with those poor people every day. Is this faith and sincerity still explaining the problem?"

It seemed that after Paul Gibson hesitated for a long time, Prince Wenfeng began to try to convince his father from other angles. Paul Gibson waved his hand and signaled him to be quiet, while he began to meditate. After two hours of discussion, his thinking almost had a result. So, in just a short while, he looked up and gave the answer.

"This matter is feasible, but it cannot be done in one step. Choose two cities first and publicly promote the Ouen Divine Cult for half a year to see the reaction. If the effect is indeed very good, we will promote it nationwide. If it can indeed solve the problem of escaped slaves and escaped workers, I don't think it is wrong to establish the Ouen Divine Cult as a national religion."

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, the teachings of O'N's God Church are our duty to persuade people to be good and to appease the people. Since Your Majesty trusts us, we will do this."

Scott stood up and gave a solemn gift to Paul Gibson. Then he asked tentatively.

"I wonder if Your Majesty is interested in joining the Oun Sect. If Your Majesty can join, it will be of great help to our missionary work."

"Let's talk about this when you prove that you are indeed effective," Paul Gibson seemed to have no interest in sectarian issues. He thought for a while and added.

"Although I decided to give you two cities a pilot, the pilot will be a pilot. Don't think about doing things. I will let Phelas stare at you. Do things objectively and not fake, do you know?"

"Don't worry, your majesty, we still have confidence in this."

Prince Wenfeng nodded and chatted with Paul Gibson for a while, then stood up and said goodbye. After they left, Paul Gibson and Emile Irving continued to talk about Elena's car. Although they were still a little worried, their emotions improved a little. It seems that what Prince Wenfeng brought him was indeed an answer that satisfies him. However, as for the result, it will only be announced after half a year.

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Just as Scott and Ankenrien were talking about the future of the Church of O'Neon, a huge parade was underway in the National Square in Sirama, the capital of the Republic of Negro. Thousands of Negro citizens held high and prayed for peace, and the signs celebrating the official signing of the Treaty of Moon gathered from the National Square in all directions of the city. They were neatly paced, and most of them had joy and smiles on their faces. From time to time, waves of slogans came from the team, "celebrating the signing of the Treaty of Moon", and "being peaceful but not war" sounded higher and higher. These voices came one after another, wandering over the National Square, and finally entered the consciousness of the President of the Republic of Negro standing on the central platform of the square.

Have these people forgotten the shame and suffering that had just ended war brought them? Once upon a time, where did those who were clamoring to take revenge and to trample on Ankenryin? Once upon a time, where did those who were extremely supportive of declaring war on Ankenryin? Since Elena's forbidden spell magic, the hardliners of the Negro Republic disappeared overnight without a trace. No one dared to offend a man closest to the great magician, and no one was willing to talk about the invasion, war and revenge. So the right to speak was occupied by the compromise faction, and the Moon Treaty was signed under such a background, and the people seemed to have quickly accepted the fact that their more than 200,000 troops were massacred and entered the next agenda.

Re-elected president.

The war against Ankenry was declared defeated by a forbidden spell magic six months ago. Whether it was capitalists, workers, farmers or petty citizens, the frustration they encountered in the failure of the war would have to bear. The dead great magician Piru Manino could only bear a small part of these anger, and more, it would have to bear the initiator and advocate of the war, President Angeli Maralkzik himself.

Anjieyi Maralkzik, standing on the stage, thought a lot, and the people gathered below the stage gradually became dense. Everyone was waiting for his speech. Today, in the National Square, it was originally a speech of a new term. Anjieyi Maralkzik will hand over his position as president here, and the new president elected by the National Assembly will also appear on stage on this day.

"Dear citizens—"

The bell rang, and the agreed time had come, and the people gathered in the square quieted down. They held the sign in their hands and looked up at Anjei Makarkzik standing high. In front of the President, the huge trumpet extended from left to right to the outside of the platform to ensure that everyone in the square could hear him.

"—I am President Angeli Maralkzik. Today is the last time I have spoken as president. Half a year ago, when I signed the document launching the War of Glory, our troops were strong, our equipment was strong and advanced, while our opponent was a barbaric country that was experiencing a civil war and still using serfs. At that time, I thought we could win that war, realize our revenge, and save the suffering people of that country-"

An Jieyi's voice was very loud, and he echoed in the square through the two huge speakers. He did not have any obvious emotions when he spoke, but his tone was low, as if he was carrying something.

"—But, a forbidden spell magic completely destroyed our army and made us realize our shortcomings. More than 200,000 warriors buried their bones in a foreign land, we observe silently and pray for them, hoping that they will be favored by the Three Gods. Now that the war is over, life will continue. Your new president will speak to you here soon, and he will lead you to walk out of our Negru Republic's own path in this world where there may be a great magician again. Thank you very much for your support for my work in the past five years. In any case, I have always been a citizen of the Negru Republic. In any case, I have always been proud of my citizenship. Thank you!"

An Jieyi's speech was not long and the content was not rich. As a person representing the past, he wanted to leave the stage to those representing the future. He turned his head, clapped vigorously and fiercely, attracting everyone to turn his attention to the president who was walking on the stage and elected by the National Assembly.

Woody Hedges, former chairman of the Social Reform Front, the largest party in the Republic of Negro, resigned from his position as chairman after being elected president. The forty-four-year-old man, wearing a pure black formal attire, waved his hand and stepped forward. An Jieyi walked up to him with a smile and pulled him to stand in front of the microphone.

"Dear citizens, I am Woody Hedges, thanks to the love of all the members of the National Assembly and all the citizens present, all the citizens of this country, and I will become the president of this country within the next five years!"

"Wow—"

There was warm applause from the venue. Although most of the people present did not know Mr. Hechs, this did not affect their applause. After all, the Anjieyi who launched a defeated war has stepped down, and the threat closest to this country - Gastens of Elena has also signed the Treaty of Moon. Under such a background, no matter how hard the new president is, it should not be too bad, right?

"Thank you, thank you," Woody Hedges stretched out his hands and signaled everyone to be quiet. "Fourteen months ago, the arrival of the third great demon tide opened the prelude to the turbulence of this world. The evil king Paul Gibson launched a war of aggression against us. Our citizens and soldiers fought to the death and finally drove them out of our territory. Five months ago, Gastens of Elena ended this turbulent era with a forbidden spell magic, and our war with Ankenrien

It was over, Ankenrien's civil war ended, and the war between Loren Robus and the Arunde Empire ended. The smoke that just came out of the world dissipated because of Gastenth. What we left for us would be a new and peaceful future! It is precisely because of this that we signed the Moon Treaty with Elena. The two sides opened up the market, shared the existence and development, and found a better future for peaceful coexistence! As your new president, I am confident that I can witness such a future with you!"

"Wow—"

The applause rang again, and this time it was obviously more enthusiastic. The masses liked Hechsi's tone very much. They applauded, cheered, and expressed their attitude. Hechsi obviously liked this reaction, and he raised his hands and enjoyed the moment. An Jieyi had already stepped down at this time and left all the space for the new president. Although deep down, he still felt that Gastens would become a fatal problem in the Republic of Negro in the future, but he and those hardliners like him had lost power, and the high-level politics of this country no longer had their place. So, what does the future of this country have to do with them?

Sighing gently, An Jieyi left the square. His former backstage, Pilu Manino, lost his magic and was dead. And he was already very satisfied that he could survive fortunately and continue to enjoy life. As for the future, what can he do?

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Just as the new president of the Republic of Negro gave his presidency, Elena's chairman Gastens was standing outside the intersection of the Loshan Road, watching a long convoy sailing towards the distance. Thomas Gulakos, the head of the Elena industrial system, stood beside him, also looking at the long convoy.

"This is the first batch of power machinery, all supplied to Pengpai Power Company. They will use this Chaoyang-type small steam engine to produce their own steam cars. According to the last time they communicated with them, their steam locomotives will be available for sale in about half a year."

Gulakos looked through the notebook in his hand and reported the situation softly to Gastens. Gastens had already understood these things, so he nodded and said no more.

"Boss", Gulakos hesitated for a moment and asked, "Why don't we produce cars ourselves to sell? The price of Hongqi cars can be so high. We can sell a few more cars, so we can have nothing left?"

"That's just an example. Didn't I say that the price is not just for the car, but for me..."

Gastens is still very clear about this matter, "And, for those capitalists, if you give them some benefits, they will have the motivation to maintain peace and develop space. With time and enough income, we can continue to develop the military and economy. What's more, the production of cars requires too much manpower and resources, so I don't want them to squeeze out Elena's limited productivity. At this stage, heavy industry should still focus on military."

"clear."

Gulakos nodded, took the sentence a few times in the notebook, and looked up again. The long convoy could already see the tail, and the leader had disappeared at the end of the road. The cold wind of early spring blew past Gulakos, taking away his last question.
Chapter completed!