"Why did you come so early? Didn't I leave you forty days?"
The discussion on the Eighth Five-Year Plan was carried out with great enthusiasm. Every participant knew that playing a sufficiently important role in the future "main line" meant more resources and opportunities. As soon as it ended, Apostle Suleiman, who was in charge of the Arabi area,
Arriving at Plateau Fort.
"How dare your most faithful servant not come and serve you when God calls you?"
The infiltration of Snorri's divine power resisted the traces left by time on the middle-aged man's body. His goatee was dark and shiny, and his wonderful power swept away the poverty and sourness of the past.
"Although you are close to the water, but to be honest, your job is really good, even the best. It's a pity that the external environment is different and your experience cannot be used by others."
"Why can't you refer to it? Just give me an order and I'll send the Crusaders north!"
Suleiman created an earthly kingdom of God that unified politics and religion in Arabi. With the overt and covert support of various forces including butcher pirates, he controlled four city-states and raised an army of five hundred camels.
Armed.
He turned around and directed Snorri's gaze to his entourage. In order to create a sense of mystery about the great arcanist, Suleiman supported his father-in-law, brother, son-in-law and other three generations, each occupying a city to handle government affairs for him.
"Four caliphs, right? I've heard of your names. Work hard and you will have a place in my Kingdom of God."
Snorri nodded slightly. Of course he supported the apostles in developing reliable downlines. When selecting people, they were arranged to go back to their hometowns to spread the faith in order to rely on existing social relationships such as relatives and friends.
"We have had several contacts with the Knights of Mingyan of the Bretonnian Expeditionary Force. Please make your decision on how to deal with it. In addition, there are other policies..."
Suleiman actively reported on his work and asked Snorri for advice on how to use his divine power. On the other side, four guys in different clothes on the fleet from Bordeaux Port gathered at a square table in the inner warehouse to drink cups and change cups.
It is not difficult for people with extraordinary eyesight to feel that they are all high-level priests and their divine powers seem to come from the same source.
"Laylon from the Border Prince is actually a Sunfire Knight who believes in the Goddess of War. He provided me with some conveniences, but not much! The Dome Mountains were originally a good place, but as a result, more than half of the dwarves went to the Eight Peaks Mountains!"
The first guy to speak dressed himself up like a Sigma battle priest, with a robe and armor, and a war hammer in his hand. In addition to creating an image, it was not difficult to see the chaos in the place.
"There are a lot of opportunities in your place. I heard there is not a small alliance to fight against Lelan? He is a decent person, but there is no place for decent people in that chaotic and turbulent place."
Another man with blond hair, blue eyes, and a white background with gold robes sitting in a serious priest's attire whispered in a low voice. He leaned a scepter on the edge of the table, with a small statue that Snorri had given them at the top.
"After receiving the oracle and returning to their respective places of origin, we both thought that it would be appropriate to open the situation from Bordello. Duke Constantine already had a relationship with the god, and his fleet cooperated with the Southland so deeply. Who would have expected that he would say
It is already difficult to balance between the Lake God and the Poseidon, so I don’t want to get involved, so I just sent the two of us out of the country as gifts."
The priest was originally a branch of a knightly noble family. He was not good at martial arts, but he studied epic stories. He talked about the situation in Bretonnia, and then looked at the black-faced man next to him and waited for him to add.
"I am from a good background, and I know the ways of those bitches. But it was so hard for me, Jacob, to find a remote village to spread his teachings, and he was reported to the police within a few days. He used his divine power to repel two waves of hawks, and finally attracted another
A hermit of the Holy Grail, he has no choice but to fight and flee, and is temporarily weeding in the Chalong Forest."
The second apostle in the Bretonnian area could not hide his rough complexion even though he put on formal attire. Jacob was originally an ambitious infantry captain, and he was quite accomplished in the army, but in Bretonnia he was the best
The end result is that after getting old and frail, he returns to the village and becomes a village elder.
Unwilling to do so, he came to the Southland and joined Snorri's command. He hesitated whether to include him in the ranks of apostles or to stay in the Southland and entrust him with an official position. Snorri, but considering the difficult situation in Bretonnia, he believed that a tough man was needed.
guy.
"How did you pull up the team? We didn't dare to explain it clearly in the previous letter."
"There used to be a group of bandits in the forest. Alas, the bandits were actually just poor people who were oppressed by the knight and couldn't live anymore. They barely survived by relying on the grace of Tarr and Lady Mercy, but who would have thought that this would happen.
Awakening to extravagant hopes."
"Aristocratic organizations are fighting the rebellion, or are the knights errant causing trouble?"
"They can't explain clearly. In short, Pastor Tal died in the battle, and the compassionate lady did not answer their desperate prayers. I came here to make up for their lack."
Jacob sighed. The long-term survival in the wilderness has reshaped his beliefs - from seeking personal prosperity to leading the poor people gathered around him to live a good life of common prosperity. This also means more responsibilities and constraints.
.
"I'm a little better than you. After being rejected in Bordero, I went all the way north to join the dwarf kingdom in the Gray Mountains. I'm related to Karak Zfulin, who is related to the god. While preaching in the fortress, I'm looking for opportunities. I'll do more research.
It really helped me find a good goal.”
"Breeze Castle, I know that the princess of her parents is married to the eldest brother of the God Lord, and the prince is his registered junior brother!"
"You can enjoy the shade with your back against a big tree. Brother, your performance is probably the best among us!"
"Wait a minute, listen to me. Thanks to the help of businessmen, I visited an earl of Montfort - this is not a title that is handed out indiscriminately in your border princedom. It's like having a castle and several towns."
Faced with the compliments of his colleagues, the apostle Peter quickly stretched out his hand to suppress it. After all, it was better to keep a low profile when poaching the Lake God on Bordeleau's boat.
"The earl was the youngest in the family but he picked up a title while lying down. His father set out on the road to find the cup and never returned. Several brothers died in chivalrous wars, knights' tournaments and beastman invasions. This made him firmly believe that
My family lost the favor of the Lake God, but after I showed divine favor, I became a believer in my god."
"I thought this was a good start, but I didn't expect that Duke Montfort and his prophetess would soon become suspicious. They had no chance to further expand their influence and were busy covering it up. I don't know what will happen next."
Peter's mood was not high either. He chose the upper route which allowed him to start quickly but get harder as he went further back. If he was not careful, he might be crushed by the entire Bretonnia.
"I, Dorumao, am far behind you in developing followers, but I have fought seven or eight times with the followers of the rebel god Ranold, and destroyed three of his temples and ten of his shrines. The God's Golden Words
He said he wanted to remember my great achievements."
