No one knows what Nigris talked to World Tree after returning for the second time. Anyway, after returning, it laughed out loud from time to time when it was alone.
Of course, it had talked to Ange about the negotiation, but Ange only heard about planting trees, oh, I got it.
Trees have been being planted. In order to grow more crops on the ground, the entire rest of the Abyss people have mobilized. Everyone's enthusiasm is high, and they are constantly experimenting with various optimal arrangements and combinations to use the fewest trees to block the most.
The wind protects more ground.
If the World Tree is moved here and there, if it is an ordinary sapling, it will definitely be tortured to death, but the World Tree is very hard-lived, and it will not die even if it is moved here and there.
If Ange is here, with a quick-death halo and a crop of crops, the World Tree will firmly take root and flourish, and you can just plant things normally in the future.
If Ange was not around, everyone would be more like thieves. They would shovel some turf over in the morning, take root in the afternoon, and grow very lush in the evening.
In addition, there are some tender vine crops. After a few days of planting, the World Tree will be entangled tightly. Other trees may be entangled to death, but the World Tree is particularly fond of it. The stronger the entanglement, the better.
like.
It is not afraid of less watering, nor is it afraid that other crops will compete with it for nutrients. The more fruitful other plants grow, the more fruitful it will grow. All these things are contrary to common sense. It is really difficult for ordinary farmers to grow them.
On the contrary, those who have never farmed before accept these characteristics more quickly.
Soon, oasis-like planting areas appeared around Devil's Valley. As the World Tree grows, the scope of the shelter will expand and slowly become connected.
The elves who treat the world tree that is flourishing but treat it roughly, and those elves who treat the little tree with care and attention, but are unable to tolerate it, will probably be very upset when they see it.
Of course, the elves asked Nigris how to serve the World Tree. Nigris had already obtained great benefits from the World Tree, so he did not hesitate to give advice and directly told them: plant whatever you want.
Planting casually? Isn’t it just because the seeds don’t survive that I asked you about it? Is it casual? I, the great Druid of Carandale, am I a casual person?
The elves thought that Negris was fooling them, so they took care of it more and more meticulously, weeding, watering, and catching insects. They even put one of the trees into the dust-free barrier for strict protection.
Going the wrong way naturally had no effect, so I asked Negris again.
Nigris was very puzzled: "You can plant it casually, but it can still kill you?"
Angry, the elf didn't dare to act casually when he turned around, so the tree he put into the dust-free barrier died.
Now the elves were completely panicked, because Nigris had already sold "all" the five world trees to them. If he killed them again, they would never be able to buy them again.
I quickly came to see Nigris again. His tone of voice was much gentler, but the meaning behind his words was that he was looking for someone to blame after-sales service.
Nigris laughed angrily: "I have said that you can plant whatever you want. Don't water or fertilize it. Sprinkle a few handfuls of grass seeds on its roots. When the grass grows, it will live."
"Impossible. If we take care of it so carefully, it will die, and if we sprinkle grass seeds to rob it of nutrients, won't it die faster?" Nigris' proposal attracted opposition from most elves.
Finally, it was Gaillard who said: "Anyway, I've tried everything. Just pick one and do it. I'm tired."
They had no choice but to do it, saying it was casual, but a bunch of elves still stared at it every day. When they saw a little bird landing and pecking at the bark of the tree, their hearts trembled. They saw some insect eggs floating over. Their hearts trembled when they saw the little bird.
The grass was growing wildly and a vine sprouted out, which made my heart tremble.
In such a frightening situation, all the other world trees died, but this one survived.
"Are you alive? It's good to be alive. It's good to be alive. If you don't live, I'd rather give the money back to you. I'm so tired. You can plant this tree to death. Just accept it." Nigris said with a long smile.
He breathed a sigh of relief.
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Anthony left the church office through the long secret passage and walked along the familiar road in the direction of the secret room.
Anthony has walked this road for many years. Since becoming archbishop, he has secretly built several strongholds to carry out things that cannot be carried out in the church.
The choice of the stronghold needs to be not too close to the church, otherwise it will be focused on, but not too far, otherwise the journey back and forth will take too long.
However, the safest way is actually to travel through the teleportation array. However, the large teleportation array in the church has too many people using it, making it very inconvenient.
Anthony is planning to build a private teleportation array in his office. If it succeeds, it will be much easier to travel around. Once the teleportation array is closed, no one will know where you have been.
However, the security issues involved in this have attracted strong opposition from many people, and the success rate is not very high. After all, he is not the one who can make the decision in the Light Church. He has many rivals, including two guys who cannot deal with him.
The other party also likes to point fingers at matters concerning his diocese.
There are two archbishops in the human diocese, Anthony and Nicholas, plus an archbishop in the diocese of the Sunken Land. The three archbishops are all popular candidates for the Pope in the lower world.
As the current pope gets older and older, and there is a possibility of being called by the Lord at any time, the competition among the three archbishops has become fierce.
But the main thing was that the other two archbishops were competing. Anthony wanted to completely separate himself. He had already had a chance to become the pope last time, and in the end he had to fake his death to escape. Unexpectedly, he would go around in circles and have to do it again decades later.
Faced with the same situation again.
Anthony really wanted to grab the two guys' ears and yell: I don't want to be the pope.
It's a pity that even if he really does this, others won't believe it. If you don't want to be the pope, why does the diocese under your rule develop so well?
Why do the people of your diocese live and work in peace and contentment? Why do you have such a good relationship with the rulers of various countries in your diocese? Why is the integrity index of the clergy so high? Do you want to perform well and become the next pope?
Anthony was speechless.
On the surface, he is a middle-aged archbishop who is less than sixty years old, but in fact he is an old undead soul who has lived for countless thousands of years. He has been reincarnated as a black warrior and reincarnated as a living person 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 cruel and sinister, with piercing eyes. Magic such as lie detection is not as effective as his eyes.
For example, when providing disaster relief, other dioceses use great fanfare to call on believers to donate money and materials, beating gongs and drums all the way to the disaster areas, hand-to-hand delivery of 70 to 80% of the materials consumed on the road to the victims, reaping waves of faith and filling the gap.
Every pocket is full, and no one cares about how many people die.
Anthony does not do this. He will call on believers to donate money, and use the donations to assign tasks to the mercenary guild and the chamber of commerce, asking them to deliver supplies and food to the disaster area.
Then organize the victims to help themselves and restore production, and then use the output after the restoration of production to make up for the spent donations, and then print a batch of thank-you letters and medals and distribute them to believers who donated.
Those donations were distributed in the form of subsidies to the priests and priests who went out to organize disaster relief. In other words, the donations went around in a circle and flowed from the believers into the pockets of the clergy, but everyone
Benefits have been obtained, and the victims have also received assistance.
The donors were praised and thanked, and 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 materials, and were able to survive, rebuild their homes, and resume production.
The clergy received subsidies and the gratitude of the victims, and suddenly felt that their work was sacred and valuable.
The only drawback is that it cannot harvest faith on a large scale in a short period of time.
But this is exactly Anthony's original intention. He does not want to harvest faith for the Light Church. He also adheres to this idea in dealing with other aspects. If he can do it quietly, he will never make it public.
But after decades of perseverance, he discovered a problem, and because he handled it particularly 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, all countries are friendly and harmonious, and races are equal and harmonious. For example, things like the tauren aunt distributing leaflets on the streets to attract people to believe in religion are absolutely impossible in other dioceses.
This led to a strange situation. Although there was no significant harvest of faith, the number of believers in his diocese was growing steadily, the faith was firm and firm, and the total amount of donations was the largest.
So unintentionally, his reputation grew day by day, and the call to become the next pope became stronger and stronger, leaving Anthony helpless.
He is not the kind of character who allows disasters, wars, and famines to spread without caring. Next time he encounters this kind of situation, he will still deal with it quickly. Wouldn’t it mean that the better he does, the higher his reputation will be? Then he will have to fake his death.
Escape?
Alas, sigh, isn't there a way to do good things that others don't know about?
Returning to the secret base, Anthony immediately felt something was wrong as soon as he touched the doorknob, and the hairs all over his body stood on end.
The thick wooden door exploded, splattering countless pieces of wood. At the same time, a solid sword beam burst out of the door and struck directly at Anthony's head.
"High-level sword master!?" Anthony was suddenly startled.
There are only a few high-level sword masters, and any one of them is a well-known strong man on the mainland. Now they are here to assassinate him?
As a red archbishop, Anthony is a strong man in the legal system. He is at a disadvantage when encountering a swordsman at close range, let alone a high-level sword master who can turn his fighting spirit into a sword. Even an arcana mage will be defeated by a sword master at such a distance.
A sneak attack would probably end in disaster.
However, Anthony was not afraid and raised his hands in front of him. The long sleeves of his robe were shattered by him, revealing the wrist armor of his hands.
It was a pair of thick wrist armor that covered Anthony's entire little arm. The sword light struck it and was blown away with a loud bang.
"God said: My fists are indestructible." Anthony shouted every word and punched out.
The high-level swordsman who made the sneak attack widened his eyes, with a ghostly expression on his face: "Holy fighting spirit?! Holy word art!? Aren't you an archbishop? Why do you use fighting spirit?"