Gust and Alanburu rushed back from the front line as quickly as possible and met with the Archbishop of Kent, but the meeting was not pleasant.
"The temple finally recovered. Now you want to control the flow of people? Do you know what you are doing? You are restricting the Immortal God and the Immortal Temple. Do you want to become the enemy of the Immortal Temple?! Are you a spy sent by the Church of Light?
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"Okay, I know why the temple has not been able to develop over the years. It's just that there are too many people like you who are holding back. No, no matter what, you have to give me an explanation today, otherwise I will tell the majority of believers,
The Parliament of the Dead wants to prevent everyone from coming to serve the Immortal God, so everyone should take up swords and guns and tear down this damn Parliament Hill!"
Kent was furious, filled with righteous indignation, and shouted angrily, because he was an undead. In order to express his emotions, he also created some spitting effects and sprayed Gust all over his head and face.
Although Qi Qing was on his face, Kent was happy in his heart. It came just in time.
Seeing Anthony's professional operation, Kent himself began to doubt himself, whether it was because of him that the temple fell, and there was no way to release his anxiety.
Good guy, Gust rushed in and started talking about crowd control, saying that the Plain of Rest was too close to the Eye of Death, where the king rested, and there were too many people to manage.
Ah! Anthony whispered behind him, and Kent immediately reacted. It must be these guys from the Council of the Dead who control this and that all day long, which makes it inconvenient for believers to come to worship, so the Temple of the Undead
Declined, yes, that's it.
He was anxious to find someone to take the blame, and how could he not be happy when he saw Guster coming to his door?
Although it was Anthony who reminded him, the more Kent thought about it, the more he was right. There were many such control measures in the past, and it was inconvenient for believers to move and travel within the dead line, so he was forced to do the 'Temple Wandering'
The decision was made to place even the Festival of the Dead in another place.
Therefore, the decline of the temple must have been caused by Gust's too many control measures, and had nothing to do with his amateurish level of spreading glory.
Gust covered his face with his hands and muttered weakly: "Why can't the temple develop? Don't you have any idea..."
"What do you mean? Are you slandering me? You are destroying the reputation of a temple chief priest. Come on, come on, let's duel to see if I can't kill you." Kent became furious.
Anthony immediately stepped forward and grabbed Kent 'tightly', and advised: "Calm down, Archbishop Kent, that's not what the Speaker meant. The Speaker must have a better idea. You calm down first."
Kent waved his hand angrily and glared at Gust: "I'll see if he has any ideas. If he doesn't, then he wants to restrict the development of the Temple of the Immortal. He has bad intentions. All believers of the Immortal God will not let it go.
This kind of thing happens.”
Gust was stunned: "I...this...I..."
What can he do? He came here just to restrict the flow of people. This place is too close to the Eye of Death's Breath. The plains and plains are unobstructed, and you can get there just by sneaking out.
If the Eye of Death's Breath is the imperial capital, then this is an important area on the outskirts of the imperial capital. If there are too many people waiting around, it will be difficult to manage.
This cannot be applied to the human imperial capital. If the human territory is more prosperous and has more people, it will not be a problem, because they have more people to manage.
However, the Immortal Empire only has a few thousand living ones in total, and there are not many of them spread out in various places. It is impossible to keep an eye on such a large Parthian Plain. If an enemy sneaks in quietly, it will be difficult for them to detect it.
In the past, there were few people on the Parthian Plain, and rangers patrolled from time to time. It was difficult for ordinary people to cross thousands of kilometers without being discovered.
If the Temple of the Immortal flourishes again, everyone will come to the temple to worship, and then starting from the temple, there will only be two to three hundred kilometers to the Eye of Death's Breath, which is much easier.
In the past, Gust would not have had such worries, because His Majesty was at home, and even if a brave and fearless man sneaked into the Eye of Death's Breath, he would only die.
But now that His Majesty is not at home, if someone sneaks in, the trouble will be big. It is not that the brave men will cause any harm, but that some trouble will be released.
Gust's idea is the traditional idea of undead creatures. Undead creatures are most afraid of trouble. Think about it, who would want to get up from time to time to deal with things while sleeping?
So the trouble could be avoided, but as soon as he finished speaking, he found himself stuck here.
What are your thoughts? He has no other thoughts. He simply wants to control the flow of people. It is best not to let anyone alive enter the Plain of Sabbath.
But now, after a few words from Anthony and Kent, he realized that if he didn't have a better way, it would be equivalent to being labeled as "restricting the development of the Temple of the Immortal."
God, does it have anything to do with him whether the Temple of the Undead can develop? Isn't it all because Kent himself is too bad? This damn undead, he wants to shirk responsibility?
He looked up at Kent and saw that this guy was staring at him angrily, not as if he was trying to shirk responsibility. This Kent was stupid. Did he really think so?
No, no, this hat is too big, and Gust doesn’t have such a big head to wear it. Although His Majesty once denied that the God of Immortality is not him, everyone agrees that the God of Immortality is His Majesty’s clone, limiting the Temple of the Immortal.
Doesn't it mean restricting the development of the king?
"No, no, no, that's not what I mean. What I mean is that there are too many people, and the nobility of the Immortal Temple cannot be shown. We must build the temple into a peaceful place for devout believers, and those who are ungrateful will not be allowed to approach. In this way
That's why we have a comparative advantage." As expected of a thousand-year-old undead, he found an excuse as soon as his mind changed.
However, Kent looked confused and didn't quite understand what Gust meant. What? Do you still need to divide believers into three, six or nine levels? With the current posture of the Immortal Temple, is he the kind of person who cares about pan-believers or fanatical believers?
Just when he was about to have an attack, Anthony said from the side: "Oh, Mr. Speaker is so powerful. This is a good idea. Chief Priest, Mr. Speaker means to first build a small temple of immortality outside the plain to be responsible for receiving visitors.
The worshipers should be screened by the way, and only the devout ones are qualified to come to the main hall."
Gust was confused, what? Build a new temple of the immortal? When did I say that?
Kent suddenly understood and asked eagerly: "Really? Really build a new temple of the immortal? If you don't build it, then you just want to restrict the development of our temple."
Gust forced a smile and forced a smile: "Yes, yes, that's what I mean. If you don't screen it, the main temple will appear to be too cheap, so just put the new temple where you used to hold the Holy Fire Festival. How about it?"
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"Great." Anthony clapped his hands: "Sir, the Speaker is so thoughtful. He suddenly thought of such a suitable place. There is already a simple trail from the original Holy Fire Valley to here. As long as it is slightly widened, carriages can pass.
Yes, I didn’t expect that the Speaker would help us widen the road.”
Gust was suddenly confused again. When did I say that I would help you widen the road? I didn't say that.
Kent said excitedly: "Yes, yes, the roads are not good, and it is inconvenient for believers to come to worship and offer sacrifices. Old Undead, you will help, right? If you don't help, you just want to limit the development of the temple."
Gust forced out a smile, took a deep look at Anthony, and said with a forced smile: "Yes, yes, that's what I thought. I'll send some zombie skeletons over to widen the road."
He could finally see that these ideas were not Kent's. They were all ideas called 'Ansini'. This was putting him on the fire.
"In this case, big trees can be planted on both sides of the road, and the trees will be shaded. Believers will definitely like this pilgrimage road." 'Ansini' said yearningly.
Guster almost spat out a mouthful of blood, but you still want to plant trees? Take your Bada, the Parthian Plain can't even grow grass, and you still want to plant trees, do you want to kill me?
Just when Gust was about to turn over the table, Anthony added: "Let the believers plant it then. Only the pious, the immortal god will bless his trees to grow. What can be compared to the death of others?"
What could be more pious than planting a tree in the desolate Parthian plains?”
Gust let out a sigh of relief and quickly echoed: "Yes, yes, let the believers plant it, so that they can show their piety."
I'm afraid that if I say it too late, the planting task will fall on him again.
Anthony said in surprise: "Does the Speaker also think this is a good idea? How about letting everyone grow vegetables? If you can grow vegetables, it is the greatest respect for the immortal god. Think about it, the land of the immortal
Full of vitality, what is this if not a miracle?"
"Yes, yes, grow vegetables. Plant whatever you want in the direction of the Holy Fire Valley from the Anxi Plain. If you can grow well, I will ask the skeletons and zombies to make room for you." There was a hint of sarcasm in Gust's words.
Do you still want to grow live vegetables in the Anxi Plain? What the hell? You can grow them on as much land as you want.
"It must be possible. The Immortal God is omnipotent. He will bless those devout believers. To dare to doubt this is to blaspheme our Lord." Anthony said confidently.
"..." Gust sighed, and said goodbye with a forced smile: "I'm optimistic about you, and I'm looking forward to your performance. Come on."
His chest was so congested that Gust never expected that he would suffer such a huge loss by coming here. Not only did he pay for a temple and a road that could lead to carriages, but he also almost got the reputation of blaspheming the immortal god.
These death sticks are really good at talking.
No, Kent didn't say that. It was that Ansini. He was the one who led Kent wrong. I will have to settle accounts with him in the future if I have the opportunity. However, the name 'Ansini' sounds so familiar. Where have I heard it?
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After sending Gust away, Kent laughed so hard that after listening to Anthony's words, Gust spent millions on him in just a few words, which was faster than robbing money. But what he didn't understand was: "
Why do you want to plant trees and vegetables? This is a country of immortality. It is not easy to grow living animals here. Human towns have dozens of kilometers of isolation zones, so they can barely grow living crops. But
The output is far inferior to that of the world outside the dead line."
Anthony looked serious: "This is the most important thing. The temple roads and everything are incidental. Don't make a mistake."
Just when Kent looked confused, Anthony had already reported to Ange: "Sir, it's time to plant."
Thanks to the little fat man in black, Bao Zhi Ming Butter, reader 1558727326591086592, for the reward.