"As a saint of the church, I do have a good idea, but I am also a spell consultant in the United Kingdom, let alone the king or my brother. So..." Feich shook his head: "I can't break myself into half and give you an idea of ​​half of them."
"Even if it doesn't work, I have no reason to make things difficult for you." Gresham slapped his knee hard and said, "Anyway, there is nothing to do with Anlin Ling for the time being, so I'll waste it here, and then wait for the church to get over it and then send someone next person. It may be a good thing to not see the king!"
Feich looked at Gresham, then looked at Andrew, who was just ten meters away. In fact, in this dinner party, as long as Gresham walked over to say hello according to normal etiquette, Andrew would definitely meet him. Both of them were lords of the model leader, fighting side by side, discussing the construction of roads and trade together, and naturally there was an old friendship. But now it was all embarrassing.
"Who came up with this idea of ​​breaking back to the Lighthouse Leader?"
"Broken...well, you can indeed evaluate it like this." Gresham waved and asked the waiter passing by to bring some red wine. It was obvious that he needed to soothe himself. "After the night of Blood Meteor, the church decided to reform. The three priests still existed in name, but they were synthesized internally and managed by more streamlined personnel. Since many bishops and archbishops died before, they were not enough, so it was reasonable to merge them."
"The merged priest is also called the core church. Its main goal is to repair and rebuild the church as soon as possible, in other words, rebuild, develop, expand, and deal with new enemies. Under the guidance of this idea, the original procrastination of working was criticized, and some bishops were considered inappropriate to their original position, and younger, more motivated pastors entered the core church. This indeed improved the atmosphere of the church a lot."
Feiqi shook his head: "Has it really improved? Why haven't my potatoes been solved yet?"
"It's potato again. Do you know that you have a title outside as a Potato Saint? Don't know? Well, it's just a rumor here in the capital. Let's talk about the church." Gresham's wine arrived. Not only did he take the cup from the waiter, but he also kept the whole bottle. After Dundun killed the whole cup, Gresham's eyes were a little red, and he continued.
"Church rituals and rituals have become streamlined, and a large amount of funds are used to build new small temples to attract and demand more support for the reconstruction of believers, so the church has indeed recovered and developed rapidly during this period. In the merit approval earlier this year, the core will absorb the most meritorious people into joining, and then a new position - the Archbishop - was proposed to be established. Donde Mipp, the bishop from the Sinai diocese of the Revi Empire, became the first in charge of this position. He has always been known for his decisive and decisive style, and believes that the church should act like thunder. Only by first making a huge roar and showing the most powerful and toughest attitude can people pay attention and do it according to the church's ideas. So..."
Gresham poured another glass. If Fitch hadn't held his hand, he might have sipped Dundun again. Without him saying anything about it, Fitch could have guessed: "So he will let you show your toughest attitude and take the lighthouse back directly, right?"
"It's true. He received a lot of help from the senior management when he was in the Revi Empire, and the empire itself also had such habits of dealing with the world, so everyone had psychological expectations. But whether it was Feinberg or Aria, the customs here were different, so how could it be generalized? He was so tough..."
"Bad, I think he is a coward." Feich waved his hand and Gresham widened his eyes incredibly. "If you really want to be tough, just lead troops to fight. If I don't blow him into a scum, I will change my surname! I want to take advantage of this kind of sudden scare, but it is just a waste of deterrence and expose my weakness of not having strategic determination. Those who are truly capable have already thought about what to do step by step, and then implement it step by step... Forget it, why do I say this?"
Gresham frowned. He didn't care about drinking and thought about Feich's words carefully. "So, when you were in Minas Ishir, you sold stones without building castles, planted potatoes and built roads, were all planned?"
"I don't feel panic when I have food in my hand. If I want to be rich, I will build roads first. Those who can do these two sentences are already qualified managers. After death, they can at least be evaluated as a wise lord, right?"
"If you follow your standards, then Diderit should not be qualified. After you left, Minas Ishir's potato planting almost stopped due to concerns that there was not enough purification capacity. If the weather was good this year, there might be no problem, otherwise the sudden increase in immigrant population would be enough for her." Gresham shook his head: "I don't know what the elves are going crazy. Their island was obviously not attacked by blood-colored meteors, but they kept trying to leave there. Minas Ishir is now almost filled with elves. Those guys with pointed ears are planting trees everywhere, even in some fields. Alas..."
"This may not be Diderit's idea? But I really don't understand the situation there, so I won't draw a conclusion for the time being." Feige patted Gresham on the shoulder: "To be honest, if you get nothing in your mission this time, will you be punished?"
"That's for sure. Now the ratings are very strict every year, almost to the point of being harsh. How could there be no punishment? Maybe I'll come to you again next year, so I won't be the Lord of the Anlin. That would be fine, being a purer Paladin is not a bad thing."
"Don't be so unfighted, I hope it will always exist. Think carefully about our conversation today, are there any gains?"
"Harvest?" Gresham completely put down his glass and bottle, touching his chin beard and thought. Perhaps the alcohol before was still working, he shook his head: "The biggest gain is that you should recruit you early and not let you go like Diderit do. This is a bit too difficult. After all, your brother is the king, and you should come here to help if you are reasonable."
"No, the real gain is that your current dilemma has a solution. I have figured out it, but I can't tell you because of my identity. Since I can figure it out, you are not stupider than me, I should be able to figure it out. The way to complete the difficult task is not limited to completing it, and you also know that the Archbishop is just scaring people with the thunder sound." Feiqi advised: "Drink less and think more, and I will also talk about this with Andrew. Since there is a problem, you can't ignore it, and the problem will not disappear by itself."
"What you said makes sense, why didn't I find it before? Since you said that, I'll go back and think about it now." Gresham stood up and left empty-handed. "The wine here tastes very good, but it's a bit high and affects the condition. It seems that I can't drink it again in the future, so that I can reappear a smarter mind than you. Goodbye, Feich, take the time to see you."
Gresham turned and walked firmly, and Feige did not send him off, so as not to appear mother-in-law. He knew that the meeting between the two would be noticed, especially those who "care for current affairs" like the intelligence consultant Mathers. However, Feige made up his mind to ignore the aristocratic political mess and decided to maintain his own style, so he was no longer watched and observed. Anyway, Feige did not fully inherit the things that Earl Hall taught his son, so he was easier to deal with by taking a disregarded attitude.
While Gresham was not there, Feich quickly treated the sheep on the grill. The lack of the seasonings on the earth here, the simple salt and cinnamon powder could not satisfy Feich, and the strange custom of not eating food under the soil even banned garlic... Feich was full of complaints and could not complain, so she could only eat simple roasted sheep with salt silently.
But even such a simple thing could not be enjoyed by Feiqi. He suddenly felt a palpitation, as if a bad thing was about to happen. Feiqi immediately put down the plate and glanced around, trying to determine where this feeling came from. Shani was paying attention to Feiqi and became alert at this time.
The guests around were still in the warm atmosphere of the venue and were completely unaware of it. However, when a beauty walked past them, her long light golden hair spread to her waist was shining like a starry sky, and she only had a thin black veil fixed by a necklace, bracelet, belt and foot ring, but no one paid attention to it, it was already too strange. The person Feiqi recognized immediately was one of the fragments of the goddess: flashing.
"Shani, avoid it, this guy..."
"Good? Do you call a god with such an attitude?" Flash blinked, and although he kept his slow pace, he could suddenly cross the distance and come to Feich and Shani. Her eyes were staring at Feich, but pointed at Shani: "Fech, do you think I'm threatening? Do you think I'll destroy such a beautiful thing?"
"I can't rule out this possibility." Feiqi stretched out his hand and blocked Shani behind him. However, Shani didn't want Feiqi to face the flash alone. Whether it was useful or not, her snake hair was ready to lift the veil and fire to squint.
"It looks like it's facing a great enemy, which is a bit sad." Flash looked around and said to Fitch, "Think about it, the mortals here are confused and have no idea that I am here. And if you can see the gods themselves, isn't this an honor? Don't do anything that makes a god sad, okay?"
"I work hard." Feiqi said as he worked hard, but his attitude did not change at all. "What's the point of being a flash goddess coming?"
"Give me the angel back."
Feiqi shook her head. The angel had been drained from its body and had long turned into part of the energy of the soul gem. All personality, memory, and ability no longer existed. This was an irreversible ritual. Feiqi did not want to come, and he did not have the ability to restore the angel. "I don't have your angel in my hand, why should I return it to you?"
"I know you are a master of space spells. Where did you teleport my angel? I know you didn't kill it, otherwise some of the divine power will return - only by trapping her somewhere will you be in the current situation. Don't try to lie to me!"
"I really didn't lie to you. I didn't trap the angel or teleport her to somewhere (just completely destroy her). If you don't want to lose your divine power, don't send angels to make trouble here! By the way, why didn't you mention Al in a word? Don't you care about your pastor?"
"When Al called on the angel to come, he had failed. His life efforts had won him a ticket to the Kingdom of God. He had already got what he wanted. Why should I mention him?"
"Well, the concerns of the gods are really annoying...but do you already have a kingdom of God?"
"It's just a prototype, I need more divine power to expand it. It's because of this that I want my angel." Flash narrowed his eyes, which made Fitch more alert. "You are just a mortal, and you don't have the ability to deal with divine power, so what's going on with my angel? What you said just now is the truth. You didn't trap her or teleport her, but she obviously didn't defeat you... What's going on?"
"You forgot to consider a possibility: the angel doesn't want to pay attention to you, so he finds a way to hide it." Feiqi smiled and touched the cat-knitting stick. The magic matrix was already running in secret. A "unresponsible plane teleportation spell" that could send him and Shani to hell is being secretly prepared. In case of a conflict, Shi Shuo dare not chase him to hell with his true body, right? Feiqi will definitely take her directly to the devil's assembly camp in the bloody battle, so that she can feel the devil army that thousands of demons cannot defeat.
"My angel won't do that, nor can she dare. In fact, she won't have such thoughts at all."
"It's not necessarily. I know that some of the devils in hell were caused by the fall of angels. Who said that angels will not change, right?" Feiqi tried hard to delay time, and began to consider whether he could leave Shani in a relatively safe mortal world with flashing teleportation himself?
"You can tell that you are thinking about how to deal with me by looking at your expression. But do you really think that your magic spells will work for a true god?" Shi Shuo shook his head: "Feich, violence is useless. Today you have no other choice except to cooperate."
“Isn’t it okay to not cooperate without violence?”
"It's not okay to evasively. I almost got confused by you. I should ask you directly: How is my angel? Come on, I can see through your lies, so try to answer this question."
"Haha, guess." Feiqi noticed that the goddess's lips were pursed tightly, and it was obvious that her emotions had reached a critical point. He was about to force Shani to hell, but he noticed that Shinshuo suddenly looked away from him and looked into the crowd.
From that direction, a slightly fat lady with big eyes walked over. She used her branch cane with six green leaves to push away the person blocking the way. Her big eyes were filled with smiles, and the people around her also did not pay attention to her, nor did they know why she moved her position for no reason.
Chapter completed!