In this huge square space, there is only a large desk and a solid wood chair with a tall and thick back behind it. A middle-aged man with a tall body and a square face is sitting in this chair.
He looked deeply at Chen Mo who walked in.
He is the actual controller of Libya, Vice Chairman Dupont.
Behind him is a huge T-shaped cavity that occupies the entire wall. Through the middle cavity, you can clearly see the Libyan city with numerous tall buildings outside.
This office is located on the upper floor of the church building, the tallest building in Libya. From here, you can overlook the entire Libya, including Niss in the distance.
At ten minutes after sunset, the golden sunshine casts a layer of gold over the entire city, making it look extremely majestic and magnificent.
Sunlight shines in from this T-shaped hole, adding some brightness to this slightly dark space.
The golden beam of light shot from behind Dupont and enveloped him, adding even more sanctity and majesty.
Looking at Du Peng with a solemn face behind the desk in front of him, Chen Mo calmly sensed his state.
"really!"
A sneer appeared in Chen Mo's heart.
The speaker of the church and the deputy chairman of Libya, Dupont, is also an emotional prisoner!
In fact, it is not appropriate to say this. The law in Libya is not equal to everyone. As the supreme ruler of Libya, the Pope and members of the Parliament are not bound by the law. The Pope’s words are law. He said that feelings bring war, so he has
Emotions become crimes, and if members of the Council break the law, only the Pope has the right to sanction them, so the so-called emotional sins are not binding on them, the highest-level rulers of the church.
Emotional crime itself is just a way of dehumanizing and eliminating resistance that they came up with in order to stabilize their rule. Naturally, they themselves do not need to become puppets without joy, anger, sorrow, and joy like the civilians and the ruled.
They usually pretend to treat the people at the lower level equally and have no emotions, but in fact they are just acting like politicians. They are high up and have no one to supervise them and no one can punish them. If they are accidentally discovered by the people below, they will be killed directly.
That's fine, you still need to maintain your image to the outside world.
"Thank you for coming, priest, I think you know who I am."
Du Peng sat on the large and square solid wood chair behind his desk and said to Chen Mo with a majestic expression.
"Yes, sir!"
Chen Mo's face was cold and serious, and he replied in a deep voice.
"You are Vice Chairman Dupon, President of the Third House of Jehovah's Church, and the spokesperson of the Pope!"
Du Peng didn't react when he heard this. His majestic eyes were always fixed on Chen Mo's face, carefully observing his reaction.
"Frankly, Priest, I've been told you're overqualified. You can detect it almost immediately when someone triggers an emotion."
Staring into Chen Mo's eyes, Du Peng said slowly.
"And since you became an official priest, you have killed more than a thousand emotional prisoners with your own hands."
"My record is excellent, sir!"
Chen Mo's eyes were as calm as water, and his face remained as calm as ever. There was neither joy nor anxiety. Like all people who had been injected with "Posian", there was no emotional fluctuation.
It seems that a thousand people are just a number in his eyes, without any psychological burden.
Seeing Chen Mo's reaction, Du Peng nodded with satisfaction.
This meeting did not last long. I encouraged Chen Mo and expressed the importance that the Pope and the Church attach to Chen Mo. I continued to carefully observe Chen Mo’s reaction and confirmed that Chen Mo is a man with firm beliefs and loyal to the Pope and the Church.
After becoming a determined warrior, Du Peng was satisfied and asked Chen Mo to go down and prepare to accept the church's test of strength.
After many days of crazy fighting, Chen Mo's spear fighting skills had surpassed John Peston's at this time, and he naturally passed the test of the senior priest without any problems.
After a strength test verified that Chen Mo's strength had indeed reached the level of a senior priest, and his accumulated achievements met the requirements for promotion to a senior priest, Du Peng immediately signed an order to promote Chen Mo to a senior priest.
For many years, the church's top high-end force has only had six senior priests, but today, the seventh was finally born, and he is also the fastest-promoted senior priest since the creation of the Jehovah priests.
When he left the church building that day, Chen Mo's clerical uniform was replaced by a black high priest's robe. Although the style was the same, it was more powerful and handsome than the original gray system. The most important thing was that it symbolized higher power and power.
status.
You must know that, except for the original church elders, the new council members are all co-opted from high-ranking priests. There are two people in the current council who were promoted from the original high-ranking priests after there were vacancies in the council. Therefore, the high-ranking priests are not only members of the council.
The highest law enforcer below, and also the only way to be promoted to the real person in power.
After all, only those above the parliament can truly be considered the rulers of Libya and can ignore the existence of the law.
When Chen Mo walked out of the church building wearing a black high priest uniform, he happened to be seen by Brandt, who had just returned with Erlo Patji.
Looking at Chen Mo's black priest uniform, Brandt's eyes couldn't help but widen, and his face was even more astonished.
How could...?!
He has become a high priest!
How is this possible!
With his eyes fixed on Chen Mo's coveted senior priest uniform, Brandt's jealousy and unwillingness burned like a flame, constantly burning his heart.
That should be mine!
Why give it to him!
Isn’t it just killing some more ant-like emotional prisoners?
I'm not willing to give in!
Just when Brandt was filled with jealousy, Ello Patji suddenly spoke up.
"Don't look at it, we can't compare with a peerless genius like him."
Brandt was awakened by Erlo Patger's voice and quickly adjusted his expression to avoid being noticed by others.
But then, he seemed to suddenly discover something, and turned his head sharply to look at Erlo Patjie. The tone of his voice when he spoke just now seemed...
Eero Patger did not notice anything unusual about Brandt. When he saw him turning around, he turned around and continued walking into the building.
Brandt followed Erlo Patger, carefully recalling the tone of what he had just said, and at the same time scanning his body back and forth.
Suddenly, Brandt's eyes paused, and he stopped at the pocket on the waist of Erlo Patji's uniform. As Patji walked, the opening of the pocket opened slightly from time to time, and it seemed that there was something inside.