Mink Street, church.

Dis is packing his things, his work for today is finished.

In fact, running a church no matter how small it is is a very complicated matter, involving all aspects, not just business capabilities.

After all, it does not mean that there is a church on the top of a mountain, but there may be one on this street or another on that street. Believers are the "source of customers", and churches also face fierce competition pressure.

But Dis doesn't care about this very much. He is only responsible for his own job. When he is done, he will go home and will not participate in any additional activities for the development of the church.

Just like his attitude towards his family's business, he has long stopped participating in the specific operations.

Simon, dressed in black, walked in from the door and placed a receipt report in front of Dis.

Dis opened it in front of him. Inside was the reply from the Ruilan District Management Office of the Cult of Kosmos to the group of people he had handled for the mayoral election campaign a while ago;

In the reply, he first fully affirmed Dis's keen perception and early insight into this matter, and praised Dis's devotion to duty and carefulness in his job;

This incident was subsequently determined to be an "invasion" by foreign demonic forces targeting Luojia City, and it was even an attempt to use Luojia City as an opportunity to subvert the entire system of the Cult of Order in Ruilan;

Finally, he commended Dis for eliminating the disaster with thunderous means, and once again invited Dis to be promoted to work in the Ruilan District Management Office.

Dis was obviously not surprised by this reply. After reading it, he put it aside.

Simon said: "When I just came in, I saw Deacon Kander sulking alone there."

"oh."

Dis responded;

Deacon Kander is the director of the church office. He just took over from his father last year. He hopes to spread the influence of this church, but every time he makes a plan for this purpose, it fails after getting it in front of Dis.

Was rejected by Dis.

Because Dis had no time to attend any events, he also had a negative attitude towards carrying out additional religious ceremonies.

"Deacon Kander is very depressed," Simon said.

"He will get used to it." Dis picked up the pen and signed the receipt, "just like his father, old Kander, did."

Simon pulled out another list, which was a routine report form for the past half month: "Your signature is also required here."

Dees signed it.

"I have read your resume in the cult." Simon said with some curiosity, "You seem to have no interest in promotion."

Several current heads of power in the Ruilan Region of the God of Order were actually of the same generation as Dis's son. The resume of one of the region's guardians also clearly stated that he had been tried in Luojia City.

The experience of being an intern as a servant of God.

With such a relationship, Dis can definitely obtain a better position in the Ruilan Region system. Many of the older generation members of the Cult of Kosmos have gained status and salary improvements by cultivating disciples and successors in this way.

"What is the purpose of promotion?" Dis asked.

"In order to better contribute to the development of the Religion of Kosmos." Simon gave the standard answer.

"But before I was promoted, was there no one in that position?" Dis asked.

"You should think that your abilities are better, so if you sit in that position, you can perform better."

"That means that the person who originally sat in that position was not good enough and the effect was insufficient. This should be dealt with by the Whip of Order, to remove those guys who have neglected their duties, slackened their work and lost their beliefs from positions where their morals do not match.

Pull it off."

"What you said makes sense, but you still can't convince me."

"So, why should I convince a regional postman?"

"Of course you don't have to." Simon leaned forward and said.

"Or is it that members of the Whip of Order are standing in front of me now, asking me to state this issue based on the "Internal Law" of the Cult of Kosmos?"

"No, of course not, you misunderstood."

"Have you met Rasma?"

"I..." Simon smiled bitterly and finally nodded, "Yes, Master Rasma is already in Luojia City."

"Well." Dis continued to pack the things on his desk, "He didn't dare to come to see me."

Simon licked his lips. To a certain extent, he felt that the local judge in front of him was right.

Indeed, in his communication with Lord Rasma, he sensed the high priest's... fear of the person in front of him.

The most important thing is that the high priest did not even hide this emotion, as if he felt that it was natural to be afraid of the person in front of him.

"Do you have anything you want me to convey to the High Priest?"

"have."

Simon immediately straightened his back, indicating that he would listen carefully.

Dis took out a business card from a book in front of him and handed it to Simon. Simon took the business card and it read:

"Vice President of Luojia Pastry Association——Angels."

"This is one of my believers who comes to the church to pray every week. I asked him for his business card a few days ago and please give it to Rasma. He will need it."

Simon blinked,

Doubtfully said:

"Lord Rasma, do you like cakes?"

"He doesn't like eating, but he likes to smell the pastries. He thinks it can make him feel peaceful."

"I see, it's the same as some people like incense." Simon thought thoughtfully.

"Yes."

Dis picked up his things and walked around Simon to leave.

After Simon collected his business card, he immediately followed him and asked, "I have one more thing to ask you. I hope I can get your advice."

"explain."

"I originally thought that Lord Rasma came to Ruilan Region for the super-standard divine descending ceremony in Belwin City, but now I feel that this is not the case."

"Yes."

"So, do you know what the real purpose of Lord Rasma's trip is?"

"I."

"you?"

"Yes."

Simon was shocked. He really didn't expect that the old man in front of him would give such a direct answer.

"But you are still busy leading believers in prayer this morning."

"Simon."

"I'm listening."

"If someone tells you that the great God of Order will return to the world tomorrow, then what should you do today?"

"I...I don't know. Just thinking about this hypothesis makes my brain very confused. What do you think I should do?"

Dis smiled and replied;

"Before today is over, send the documents I signed back to the Ruilan District Management Office for filing.

Since tomorrow has not come yet, you should still do what you do today seriously."

"I understand, thank you for your advice." Simon stopped and put his hands on his chest towards Dis's back as he walked out of the church door. "I praise the order, and at the same time, I also praise your generosity."

"He doesn't need your praise." Rasma's voice floated behind Simon.

"My lord." Simon saluted.

Rasma ignored his salute and reached out to take the postcard:

"Do you know what makes me most helpless, Dis?"

"I think..."

"I just want to talk to myself, not really want to hear your answer."

"terribly sorry."

"That is, he can throw out things that you think are important and give them to you casually. He doesn't need your gratitude because he doesn't care at all, just like the advice he gave you earlier.

You have been stuck at the Inquisitor level for a while, so you must have been deeply touched just now, right?"

"Yes, before..."

"I can see that the power of faith in your body is colliding fiercely, which proves that you have been stimulated and enlightened by his previous words. You should find a quiet place now, sublimate your faith, and then stabilize it.

.”

"No, I think what I should do now is send the documents back. This is my responsibility." Simon said.

When Rasma saw Simon saying these words, the whirlpool of faith in his body became more intense.
To be continued...