Opened the door and walked in.

Then, Marlene and Steve were stunned.

What they stepped on was an island in the middle of the lake filled with green grass and flowers. There were birds flying in the sky and fish jumping in the lake.

The desk and office chair are placed on the grass in front, with a few butterflies falling on the table.

The whip holder was sitting on a big rock on the edge of the island, holding a cigar in his right hand and a fishing rod in his left hand. The breeze blew, causing his already loose robe to sway gently.

Marlene and Steven looked at each other, and both saw a hint of fear in each other's eyes.

After a short pause, the two people began to walk one behind the other and walked behind the whip holder.

silence,

silence,

silence……

The wind continued to blow, very refreshing and refreshing, but Marlene and Steven were like students standing in a forced stand. One looked down at the grass under his feet, and the other looked at the light on the lake in front of him.

Seconds are full of torture.

Finally, the silence was broken.

"Oh, I haven't been so relaxed for a long time." Foden said with a smile, "I still remember when I was young, life was actually quite easy, there were not so many burdens, not so many responsibilities, and most importantly, no

So many worries.”

In the past, at this time, both Marlene and Steven would take over this sentence and expand on it, allowing the whip holder to enjoy it and end with laughter.

But this time, both Marlene and Steven were silent.

Then soon, both of them were wondering why the other person didn't answer the call?

The two of them glanced at each other out of the corner of their eyes, slightly complaining, but they had lost the chance to answer the conversation, and if they spoke again, it would feel a bit forced and guilty.

Foden didn't seem to notice any difference. He blew out a smoke ring silently, looked down at the cigar in his hand, and continued:

"Sometimes, I also wonder why I have to live so tiredly, even though I have already sat in this position, I still have to be cautious in front of the high priest.

It is no exaggeration to say that the longer I live, the more humble I become.

By the way, do you two feel the same way?"

When Marlene and Steven heard this, they all knelt down.

If I didn't answer the call the first time because I was shocked and unprepared for the sudden change in the atmosphere of the office, then if I didn't answer the call this time, it was simply because I didn't dare.

Because the words of the whip bearer obviously contained a feeling of resentment towards the high priest.

As a subordinate, even if the whip holder is really complaining about the high priest from the bottom of his heart at this time, and you cooperate with him, after a while the whip holder will calm down and feel that you are not qualified to say this.

"Steven, have you been following me for a long time?"

"Yes, whip bearer, my subordinates have been with you since you were the district chief."

"Well, it's been so long." Foden pursed his lips, "Actually, I have been following the high priest longer than you have been following me."

Marlene regained her composure and continued: "The friendship and relationship between you and the high priest are destined to become a good story that will be circulated forever in our Order God Religion."

Why are there rumors within the church that High Priest Norton may have the identity of the "Son of God"?

That's because the route taken by the high priest is different from that of the Sons of God. He walked up step by step from the grassroots level, and his journey was very smooth and smooth, but he did not rely on the high-ups or the escort of a certain force. In fact,

, During the promotion process of the Grand Priest, he encountered many accidents and problems, but he resolved them all. No matter which system or department he was in, he did an excellent job.

These resumes are all available for review.

Those sons of gods, such as Marvarro, obviously did not follow this path. They were more like young phoenixes raised in a golden nest, waiting to grow up and then be assigned a position naturally.

In addition, during the promotion process of the high priest, every time he went to a new department or a new place, the current whip holder would quickly follow him, either by transferring together or not long after the high priest took office.

People are transferred in another way, and sometimes they are transferred through promotions or even demotions.

Therefore, it seems a bit excessive to insist that the whip bearer and the high priest have always been close partners and comrades-in-arms, but as followers and followers, they do have a very close relationship.

"It's still better than when I was in a small place and a small department. I could do things with ease. If I couldn't do things on the surface, I would have to take off my robe and do it secretly.

The high priest was sitting on the steps at the door of the house, playing the harmonica. As for me, those few people went directly into the manor.

When we finished killing people and came out, the high priest would complain that we were too slow, so that in order to finish the song when we came out, he had to loop the middle part of the song three times and his lips were dry."

Foden put down the fishing rod with his left hand, lifted up his hair, leaned back slightly, and continued:

"It was so comfortable at that time. The influence, relationships, power, factions, and balance all seemed far away from us. Anyway, I naively thought that I would never have to think about these things.

So, I think he went too far. When he first invited us to join the group, he said that what we wanted when we got together to do things was to be free and unrestrained. Yes, it was indeed a long and unrestrained life.

Later, I discovered that he really didn't keep his word. The higher he went, the more he had to worry about. He couldn't worry about it alone, so we had to worry with him.

Originally, he could do anything using his brain alone.

Among us, those who need to sharpen their knives sharpen their knives, those who need to drink drink, and those who like women will go and get bored among women as soon as the time comes.

Now it’s no longer possible. Regardless of whether you have the brains or not, you have to take action. It is obviously the most comfortable to be controlled by others. After all, we are convinced by the person who is in charge of us. However, after that, we have to be in charge of others.

There should be fewer people, but fortunately, there are more and more people in the area, and there are more and more departments. Even after I somehow became the boss of a system, I realized why there are so many bad things happening all day long.

.

What do you think?"

Marlene said: "It is the greatest honor of my life to be able to work for you!"

Steve said: "My greatest pride is to offer you all my loyalty without reservation!"

Foden raised his head and made a slight sound from his mouth, as if he was laughing or showing disdain. After a long time, he sighed:

"I have told the high priest several times about the same thing."

Marlene and Steven held their hands on the ground and exerted a little force. They were very worried about what the whip holder would say next: But it's all a lie.

However, Foden continued:

"I am loyal to him, no matter in the past or now. Because very early on, I asked him a question, I asked him, if what we do is not in line with the rules of the church?

I was very satisfied with his answer, and then I decided to follow him for the rest of my life."

Foden turned sideways, looked at them still kneeling on the ground, and asked:

"Can the matter in the York City Region be settled?"

Steven and Marlene said in unison: "Please don't worry!"

"Okay, as soon as possible." Foden waved his hand, "come back to me after you settle the matter."

"Yes, whip bearer."

"Yes, whip bearer."

Marlene and Steven both stood up and walked out of the office. The moment they closed the door, they both breathed a sigh of relief. Even though the robes they wore had self-purification functions, their backs were already wet.

Been there several times.

Steven asked: "Why do I feel that the whip holder already knows?"

Marlene replied: "In the past, it was just that the whip bearers would not set their sights here."

"Yes, yes." Steven nodded, "Did the whip holder give us a chance?"

"That should be the case. We need to resolve the matter quickly. We need to do it quickly."

"Well, hurry up."

…

The island in the middle of the lake in the office.

Foden was spinning the cigar in his hand, as if talking to himself: "Do you think I'm just sighing for nothing? It's really not the case. I don't have the free time. I just thought of some old things in the past and didn't say them out.

My heart will feel uncomfortable.

Do you know why I want to imitate the high priest and smoke this cigar? Do you know why I want to read the books that the high priest has read?

Remember what I just said about playing the harmonica before the high priest?

The last time he played the harmonica was when one of us had a too lively mind and felt that after becoming a deputy in a system, he could break away from the high priest who had just been suppressed at that time and join other factions to gain further opportunities.

Then, he died.

I clearly remember that at his funeral, the high priest sat beside the coffin and played the harmonica for him.

Since then, I have never seen the high priest play the harmonica.

So, I hope that when the high priest smokes a cigar for the last time, I can be there to help him light it or smoke it with him;

When the high priest is reading the last novel, I can stay with him and chat about the story and characters, or simply read it with him;

Because it’s better than lying in a coffin at the back, isn’t it?”

Foden slowly stood up, and the surrounding breeze was gradually getting stronger with his movement.

"A long time ago, I asked the high priest if what we were doing would violate the rules of the religion.

The high priest answered me: No.

I asked: Why?

He replied: Because the rules of the divine religion were originally set by him.

Hahaha, hahaha..."

Foden's laughter echoed on the lake and gradually died down.

In his eyes, the gentleness that had always existed before turned into indifference. At this moment, he seemed to have returned to his most familiar appearance.

He spread his hands and looked at his palms:
To be continued...