NOVEL WEB Chapter 93 I don't want to be Pope!
No one knows what Negris talked to World Tree after returning for the second time. Anyway, after returning, it laughed from time to time when it was alone.
Of course, it had a discussion with Ange, but Ange only heard about planting trees, oh, got it.
Trees have been planted all the time. In order to plant more crops on the ground, the people in the Abyss of Anxi have mobilized. Everyone's enthusiasm is high, and they are constantly experimenting with various optimal combinations, using the fewest trees to block the most. The wind protects more land.
The world tree was moved here and there. If it was an ordinary sapling, it must have been tossed to death, but the world tree is very hard, and it will not die if it is moved around.
If Ange was around, with a halo of quick death, a crop would be planted, and the World Tree would be firmly rooted and thriving, and it would be fine to plant things normally in the future.
If Ange was not around, everyone would be more of a thief. They would shovel some turf over there in the morning, take root in the afternoon, and grow luxuriantly in the evening.
In addition, there are some tender vine crops, which will entangle the World Tree tightly after planting for a few days. Other trees may be entangled to death, but the World Tree likes it very much. like.
Don't be afraid of less watering, and don't be afraid that other crops will compete with it for nutrients. The more fruitful other plants grow, the more fruitful it will grow. All kinds of unreasonable places, it is really not good for ordinary farmers to grow them. On the contrary, those who have never cultivated land, accept these characteristics more quickly.
Soon, oasis-like planting areas appeared around the Devil's Valley. As the World Tree grows, the area of protection will also expand, slowly connecting into pieces.
Seeing the thriving World Tree that was treated roughly, those elves who took good care of the little tree carefully, but didn't care about it, should be very upset.
Of course, the elves asked Negris how to serve the World Tree. Negris had already obtained great benefits from the World Tree, so he didn't hesitate to give them advice and told them directly: plant whatever you want.
Plant casually? Isn't it because the seeds are not alive that I asked you to ask? Still casual? I am a majestic Grand Druid, Galendelle, am I just a casual person?
The elves thought that Negris was fooling them, so they worked more carefully, weeding and watering to catch insects, and even put one of them in a dust-free barrier for tight protection.
Going the wrong way, of course, had no effect, so I asked Negris again.
Negris was very puzzled: "You can plant it casually, can it still be planted to death?"
Angry, the elves didn't dare to be casual when they turned around, so the tree that was put into the dust-free barrier died.
The elves were completely panicked now, because Negris had already sold 'all' the five world trees to them, and if they killed them again, they would never be able to buy them again.
He quickly came to Negris again, and his tone of speech was much gentler, but the meaning in the words was like asking the after-sales teacher to ask for guilt.
Negris laughed angrily: "I said you can plant whatever you want, don't water or fertilize it, just sprinkle a few grass seeds on its roots, and when the grass grows, it will live."
"Impossible, we waited so hard for it to die, and sprinkled grass seeds to snatch its nutrients, wouldn't it die faster?" Negris' proposal attracted the opposition of most elves.
In the end, Gaillard said: "Anyway, I have tried everything, just choose one and do it, I am tired."
I had to do it as a last resort, and said it was casual, but a bunch of elves still stared at it every day. When I saw a bird landed and pecked at the bark, my heart trembled. When I saw some insect eggs floating over, my heart trembled. The grass grows wildly and a vine emerges, and the heart trembles.
In this panic, all the other World Trees died, but this one survived.
"Live, right? It's fine if you live, it's fine if you live, and if you don't live, I'd rather give you the money back. I'm too tired. You can plant this tree to death. Take it." Negris said long sighed.
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Anthony left the Holy See's office through a long secret passage, and walked towards the secret room along the familiar path.
Anthony has walked this road for many years. Since he became the archbishop, he has secretly built several strongholds to carry out some things that cannot be carried out in the church.
The choice of stronghold should not be too close to the Holy Court, otherwise it will be focused on, and not too far away, otherwise it will take too long to go back and forth.
But the safest thing is actually the teleportation array. It's just that the large teleportation array in the Holy Court is used by too many people, which is very inconvenient.
Anthony is planning to build a private teleportation array in his office. If it can be successful, it will be much more convenient to come and go. Once the teleportation array is closed, no one will know where you have teleported.
However, the safety issue involved has attracted strong opposition from many people. The success rate is not very high. The other party also loves to point fingers about his parish.
There are two archbishops in the human diocese, Anthony and Nicholas, plus one archbishop of the sinking diocese. The three archbishops are all popular candidates for the pope of the lower world.
As the current pope is getting older and may be called by the Lord at any time, the competition among the three archbishops has become fierce.
But it was mainly the other two archbishops who were competing. Anthony wanted to get rid of himself. Last time he had a chance to become Pope, he had to feign death to get away. Facing the same situation again.
Anthony really wanted to grab those two guys' ears and yell: I don't want to be Pope.
It's a pity that even if he really did this, others would not believe it. If you don't want to be Pope, why is the diocese under your rule developing so well?
Why do the people of your parish live and work in peace? Why do you have such a good relationship with the rulers of the diocese? Why is the corruption index of the clergy so high? Do you want to make a good performance and strive to be the next pope?
Anthony was speechless.
On the surface, he is a middle-aged archbishop in the prime of his life who is less than sixty years old, but in fact he is an old fritter undead who has lived for thousands of years. He has been reincarnated as a black warrior and so many times. In terms of political experience, he is ten times better than the other two with his eyes closed.
No matter what the situation is, he has a corresponding solution, and he is ruthless, his eyes are like a torch, and magic like lie detection is not as easy to use as his eyes.
For example, in disaster relief, other parishes are making great fanfare, calling on believers to donate money and materials, beating gongs and drums all the way to the disaster area, and handing over 70% to 80% of the materials consumed on the road to the disaster victims, harvesting waves of faith and filling Full of pockets, as for how many people died, no one cares.
Anthony did not do this, he would call on believers to donate, and use the donations to assign tasks to the mercenary guild and chamber of commerce, allowing them to deliver supplies and food to the disaster area.
Then organize the disaster victims to save themselves and restore production, and then use the output after the restoration of production to make up for the donations spent, and then print a batch of thank you letters and medals to distribute to those believers who donated.
And those donations were distributed in the form of allowances to the priests and priests who went out to organize disaster relief for the victims. Benefits have been obtained, and the victims of disasters have also been rescued.
The donors were praised and thanked, and they were very satisfied. The chamber of commerce and the mercenary guild completed their tasks, received rewards, and reduced transportation costs. The victims received food and supplies, and survived to rebuild their homes and resume production.
The clergy received subsidies and the gratitude of the victims, and immediately felt that their work was both sacred and valuable.
The only disadvantage is that it is impossible to harvest faith on a large scale in a short period of time.
But this is exactly Anthony's original intention. He doesn't want to reap the faith of the Illuminati Church. He also insists on this way of thinking in other aspects of handling. If he can do it quietly, he will not make it public.
But after decades of persistence, he discovered a problem. Because he handled it very well, the population of his parish continued to grow.
There have been no wars or famines for many years, believers live and work in peace and contentment, the countries are friendly and harmonious, and the races are equal and harmonious. For example, it is absolutely impossible for the tauren aunt to send leaflets on the street to attract people to believe in religion, which is absolutely impossible in other parishes.
This led to a strange situation. Although there was no substantial harvest of faith, the number of believers in his parish grew steadily, the faith was stable and firm, and the total amount of donations was the largest.
So inadvertently, his popularity grew day by day, and his voice to become the next pope became stronger and stronger, which made Anthony feel helpless.
He is not the kind of character who allows disasters, wars and famines to spread and ignores them. Next time he encounters such a situation, he will deal with it quickly. Doesn't it mean that the better he does, the higher his reputation will be? At that time, do you still have to feign death to escape?
Alas, sigh, isn't there a way to do good that others don't know about?
Back at the secret stronghold, Anthony felt something was wrong as soon as he touched the doorknob with his hand, and the hairs all over his body stood on end.
The thick wooden door exploded, and countless pieces of wood splashed out. At the same time, a solid sword light broke through the door, and slashed at Anthony's head.
"High-ranking Juggernaut!?" Anthony was startled.
The number of high-ranking sword masters is rare, and any one of them is a well-known powerhouse on the mainland, and now they come to assassinate him?
As the archbishop in red, Anthony himself belongs to the strong legal system, and it is very disadvantageous to meet swordsmen at close range, let alone a high-level swordsman who can transform his sword into a sword. Sneak attack, I'm afraid it will end in bad luck.
However, Anthony was unafraid, and he shook his hands forward, and his long sleeves were broken by him, revealing the wrist armor of his hands.
It was a pair of thick wrist armor, which wrapped Anthony's entire small arm, and the sword light struck on it, and it was shaken away with a loud noise.
"God said: My fists are invincible." Anthony said every word, and punched out.
The sneak attacking high-ranking sword master stared wide-eyed, with a ghostly expression on his face: "Holy grudge?! Holy word!? Aren't you the archbishop? Why do you use grudge?"
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