Chapter 892: Psychology (Part 2)
Half an hour later, a carriage rushed onto the road.
"Sir, where are you going in such a hurry?" Tom asked Pastor Ferconsey, who was sitting in the carriage.
Tom is now his regular follower and believes in the God of Romon.
If Pastor Fokense officially becomes the presiding priest in the town and the chief and deputy captain of the Temple Guard, they will be the father and son.
"Well? I seemed to have said just now, I'm going to the city!" A clear voice came from the carriage, and then there was no sound again.
"Of course I know I'm going to the city, but didn't you just come back from the city yesterday? If you have any urgent matters, you didn't even have to rest, so you ran over again?" Tom didn't dare to talk back, so he had to mutter alone.
"What are you muttering?" Pastor Ferconsey's voice rang in the carriage again.
Sitting in front and driving the carriage, Tom hurriedly laughed: "Nothing, nothing."
"I know you are muttering, why I just came back from the temple and rushed to the city again." Pastor Fokense said in the carriage: "It's not that I don't want to say it, but that I can't say it. Just just drive the car."
"When you get to the city, put me at the entrance of the temple. You can go out and take a walk first, buy some things you want to buy, and then go back and pick me up!"
"Yes, sir." After hearing Pastor Fokense's words, Tom responded happily. It's OK, he can buy some things. Of course, Pastor Fokense's payment was paid.
"This guy." In the carriage, Pastor Fokense shook his head helplessly when he heard the joy coming from outside.
Lifting up the curtain of the car next to him, Pastor Fokansi's eyes fell on the road outside, and the sun was shining and the farmland was growing in pieces.
After continuous expansion and cultivation, the entire Salante Colony has shown a thriving scene.
Now, not only villages have been established, but also ten or dozens of villages have been formed. Now, seven towns have been built as the core of the region.
In the past, there were only more than one hundred families in the village he managed, but now, there are three hundred families in the town he guided. Every family has surplus food and everyone believes in the God of Romon.
His pastoral practice has also made considerable progress in preaching so many believers.
Because of this, he cherishes everything now.
"This group of people is indeed a bit strange. I'd better report it to the Archbishop and let him decide!" Revoking his gaze, Pastor Fokense's thoughts turned to the previous incident.
After saying goodbye to Knight Hard, he immediately began to investigate the situation of the caravan. In the end, although he did not find any major doubts about the caravan, he did find that the caravan was paying too much attention to the matter of the temple here.
If it were before, when he had not noticed this caravan, he might not have noticed anything wrong with this caravan, but now he has noticed this caravan, so the more he looks, the more he feels that this caravan is indeed suspicious!
"Sir, the temple has arrived."
When people think about things, time often passes faster. Pastor Furconsey only feels that after a short while, Tom's reminder sounded outside.
"Have you arrived?"
Pulling a corner of the curtain, Pastor Fokense looked outside, and sure enough, a bustling street had already appeared in front of him.
At this moment, the carriage had already stopped.
Pastor Fokense jumped off the carriage and looked around, and he had indeed arrived at the door of the temple.
"Tom, you can buy some things first, take a walk, and wait for me after you finish buying."
After finishing his order, Pastor Fokense walked towards the door of the temple.
Everyone at the gate guard knew him, and after saying hello, he walked into the temple.
"Article, Pastor Fokensee asked to see you." A servant said respectfully in the prayer room.
"Let him come in."
"yes."
A few minutes later, a respectful figure appeared before Bishop Kanrongpa who was doing his homework in the prayer room.
"Pastor Fokense, I don't know, what is your purpose for you to see me?" Bishop Kanrongpa asked to Pastor Fokense.
He has always attached great importance to this pastor because the greatest mystery of God Romon was that he discovered it.
Although this contribution would not allow him to upgrade immediately, there would be no limits in the future and his future would be broad.
"Sir, I have a major matter that I must report to you." Pastor Fokense lowered his head: "I found that there is a caravan in my town, and the members are a little strange. Although they are doing business, they seem to be more keen on inquiries about the affairs of the territory and the temple. I think this matter may be related to that secret, so come and report to you immediately."
"A caravan? Is it a caravan from another place?" Bishop Kanrongpa frowned when he heard the news.
"Yes, I heard it was the caravan that came from Pukat." Pastor Fokense replied.
"Okay, I already know this. You are doing it well. I will send someone to deal with it." After thinking for a while, Bishop Kanrongpa said.
"Sir, do you think... they have problems?" Seeing the Archbishop's solemn look, Pastor Fokense asked carefully.
"Yes, they do have some problems. You must know that although our big secret is protected very closely, no day will be revealed for any secret... It is very likely that some lords have discovered some clues and specially sent people to investigate." Bishop Kanrongpa looked at him and said.
"So should we arrest them directly? Do we avoid the news leaking out in advance?" Pastor Furconsey suggested.
"No, no, it's too late." Bishop Kanrongpa shook his head: "You don't know some things, just..."
He did not say the following words, but Pastor Fokense, who was standing opposite him, had already felt a sense of awe.
"Sir..."
"Just leave this matter to me, you don't have to worry about it. By the way, I've just arrived in the new town, are you still adapting?" Bishop Kanrongpa quickly changed the subject and asked.
"Master Bishop, I'm pretty adaptable." Seeing that the Archbishop didn't want to say much, Pastor Fokansi wisely chose to stop and instead answered the questions raised by the Bishop.
"Yeah, okay, keep working hard, you have great potential, I'm optimistic about you." Pastor Fokensey's shoulder, Bishop Kanrongpa encouraged him, "The next step is to be the fourth-level presidency. Among the new pastors, you are the best people in the group."
"Yes, sir, I will continue to work hard!" Pastor Fokense saluted deeply with gratitude.
After he left, a senior priest walked out of the inner temple.
"Sir, this pastor seems to have asked a little more. Can you trust me?"
"This man can be trusted. Although there is no clear divine metaphor, he has made rapid progress. However, his level is still too low now. He is just a third-level priest and is not qualified to know more secret things." Shaking his head, Bishop Kanrongpa said.
"By the way, at present, except me, there is only one person who has been promoted to level 5 and can barely serve as a bishop. Now he is presided over the port city... In the future, the jihad will begin, and maybe we need more bishop-level pastors, Pune, you have to work hard!"
Bishop Kanrongpa sighed a little. The number of pastors is now available, but the time is still short and the level is a bit weak. If there are a group of bishop-level pastors, the power of the Roman God will be even stronger.
"Sir, we are really ashamed of not having a breakthrough, but we will work hard!"
"By the way, it seems that this time, the sending people to investigate the information was not only the few lords we discovered before, but also more lords were involved. Alas, this matter is really a bit tricky!" Pastor Pune said helplessly, he was a level 4 priest.
"Sir, what are you going to do?" After waiting for a while, Pastor Pune was confused and distressed, so he continued to ask questions.
It was not until this time that Bishop Kanrongpa sighed again and said, "What else can I do? The only way is to act in advance."
“Action in advance?”
"Yes, act in advance." Bishop Kanrongpa's eyes were dark: "The population we manage has gradually stabilized to about 55,000 people, and people's beliefs are becoming increasingly pious now."
"And the army we now have has expanded several times more than before. It is really possible to mobilize five thousand people. With our current strength, we can do some things."
He was very calm about the various espionage activities that occurred some time ago: "Even if those people noticed something, it cannot be confirmed after all. We must strengthen ourselves at this point in time."
"Why do we have to act in advance? Isn't it better to prepare more well?" Pastor Pune asked, "Are you afraid that after a long time, they will be prepared?"
"It's not just defense, it's even possible to alliance."
"Although the gods believed in in these territories are not true gods and cannot fight across territories, because of this, once it is proved that our Lord is true god, they will unite wildly."
"These territories are all territories that have been operating for many years. They have strong power in their territories. If they are allowed to join forces, it will pose a great threat to us."
"In the future battle, we will also cause some unnecessary losses." Bishop Kanrongpa said: "So, we must attack as soon as possible. Only by occupying another territory and population can we form a depth."
"In this way, go and invite the Lord Lord to me now. I will discuss the issue of sending troops with him." Finally, Bishop Kanrongpa said.
"Yes, sir." Seeing Bishop Kanrongpa's order, Pastor Pune did not dare to neglect and quickly received the order out.
Looking at the figure that was quickly walking out of Pune, Bishop Kanrongpa sighed softly.
At this moment, a ray of sunlight shone down from outside, wrapping him in a piece of gold. The scene was very sacred.
He closed his eyes gently and felt the sunshine. On the surface, he looked extremely calm, but in his heart, there were waves.
"We finally waited for this day again." Bishop Kanrongpa opened his eyes again and looked at the altar. His eyes were flashing with dark flames.
"My Lord, please bless us, your believers, to take the initiative to gain more population and territory, so that your name will spread more widely!"
His voice was a kind of fanaticism, and the voice was very low, but it echoed faintly throughout the hall.
Outside, in the sky, several eagles were flying spreading their wings.
They fly high against the sun, look up at the sky, and look down at the earth, as if the sky and earth are big, and they are all letting them fly.
And he also has this kind of mood, and Bishop Kanrongpa in the temple.
Chapter completed!