The Great Conqueror

The next day, facing the emissary of the Archers Guild, the high priest just said lightly, let the young people solve the young people's affairs by themselves.

The clouds are calm and the wind is light.

And this kind of thing spread quickly in the upper class, and the unusual strength of the temple also aroused a lot of suspicion.

For Sam Anton, the president of the Engravers' Guild, and Sarah, the consul, it's a good thing to make trouble. Recently, the temple has been too troublesome.

"Thomas' hope of being promoted to the red priest is shattered." Sam settled down in a very comfortable mood.

The same is true for Sara. No consul wants to have an influential red priest in his city.

"Thomas has a bit of a broken can."

"It's inevitable for people to be sad. They are old friends. We should also be considerate of him."

"Haha, yes, I heard that there is something about the spring festival that is being tossed about recently. They are spending money and effort, and they are also distributing leaflets everywhere."

"To be honest, Thomas is also an honest man. It seems that the excitement this time is not small. I am afraid that I will have to toss out some money I made during this period of time." Sam Anton said regretfully.

"The structure of power in the temple is too corrupt. Everything depends on seniority, relationships, and factional struggles. It's no wonder that talents are suppressed."

Sara lamented that once upon a time, the temple ruled the world, but now, it is almost unbearable to even divide the world into three parts. In name, it is the representative of the highest power, but in fact it exists in name only. Especially after the tax reform, most powers are more willing to hand over to the consul than to donate to the temple. Son, bestow an honor or something.

"Balance is the most important thing. Your Excellency the Consul can actually persuade President Stanford to stop for a while, and let the children solve their own affairs."

"That's true. When children fight, adults have to come forward. It's too shameless."

The two were in a good mood, but Sarah was the best. As long as Thomas didn't become the high priest in red, it wouldn't affect him much, but Sam Anton would still have a headache. The engraving of the Jerus Samoan pantheon was very popular recently, and the grand occasion of queuing had never been seen before. Although the Soul Engraving Masters Guild was not neglected by the crowd, she was also extremely jealous. It was only in front of Sam Anton that Sarah couldn't stimulate him.

This matter has also become a laughing stock of Erusam. Originally, the Archers Guild wanted to take this opportunity to improve its prestige and threaten the temple. Who would have thought that the Consul and Soul Carver Guild, who would stand up for justice in the past when encountering such things, would stand by and watch the fire from the other side?

Stanford could only admit that he was cowardly. The Archers Guild alone obviously didn't dare to challenge the temple. In fact, Stanford was making use of the problem to get some discounts from the temple. Who would have thought that it would be a shame.

It's just that what the three forces don't know is that the way this small conflict is handled has produced a little change in the hearts of ordinary people.

The temple, which has always been tepid, has such a rigid side.

The engraving of souls in the Jerusalem Temple was still booming, and with the teaching during this period, Maru and several other outstanding priests were able to engrave the small buckler.

Although there are only 1~5 data, it is enough to make the soldiers excited. For general equipment, this is already full of data. As for 2~6, it is a miracle, which is not often seen. An excellent engraving consumes a lot of soul priests. It is said that even the high priest Thomas has not recovered.

The owners of the three small round shields greatly stimulated the Engravers' Guild. They are also studying it, but they don't have samples yet. In fact, the members of the Engravers' Guild are also queuing up. If they can get samples, they may imitate them.

It's just that the small round shield is already well-known in the province. If the engraver's guild is making it, the imitation is obvious. They don't want to do such a shameful thing unless they have to. Imitating others is tantamount to admitting that they can't do it. The engraver's guild wants to create a better one based on the other's small shield.

The spring festival celebration planned by Zou Liang is in full swing, and Avril Lavigne will absolutely participate, and at the same time invest funds to reduce part of the burden on the temple.

In fact, Zou Liang knew very well that the effect would definitely be better than imagined. Avril must have made a lot of money because they were all his own people. Zou Liang would not care about this, and only Avril had such a forward-looking vision.

At that time, Shi Yuzhu fooled thousands of people with melatonin, relying on an advertisement bombardment. In this era without advertisements, doing anything casually will receive unexpected results.

The large square at the entrance of the temple is also setting up a stage. The orcs are also very curious about this novel thing, and they don't know what the temple wants to do.

In order to further attract the audience, one week after the announcement, Zou dropped another bombshell. On the day of the Spring Festival, a lucky person will be selected, and he will get a chance to engrave his soul for free, valid for one year, only for himself.

This caused a great commotion. A group of professional queuers appeared at the gate of the temple, and the engraver should not be too tired, especially for the engraving of the small round shield. It was found that it could only be carried out once every three days, which made the opportunity even more scarce.

Zou Liang is very satisfied with the current popularity, but still can’t generate direct income. To get the attention of the superiors, it’s not enough to increase the offerings. It must surpass other cities, especially the default guy. Baloo also didn't want to chill the hearts of his followers.

What is needed now is a "momentum"!

"Maru, which family has the most offerings now?"

"The Rippert family, but the advantage is not obvious. The second place is the Randy family, and the third is the Kurt family, but the gap behind them has not widened."

"Hehe, Randy is quite sensible."

It's just that Zou Liang's focus is not on them. He wants to maximize the money from other forces. Grandma is a bear, and she can't always pay for it by herself.

"How about the Hunting Shadow Guild?"

"They're eighth."

"Damn, this old guy Renault is really weak. He still wants us to take care of him like this. Go, send someone to tell him that if the Hunting Shadow Guild can't enter the top three, his guild's default quota will be gone!"

Thomas and Renault reached a preliminary agreement, that is, to give the Hunters a few internal quotas, which will help increase the prestige of the Hunters, without queuing up, the temptation for the hunters is still huge, not to mention that it is an honor in itself.

"Priest Arthur, this...isn't very good." Maru was a little hesitant. After all, the temple had never been so "magnificent", and he was afraid of offending people.

"Maru, don't be afraid of these idiots. After passing this village, there will be no such shop. They all count donkeys. They can't be led away. They have to be whipped!"

Zou Liang understands that the temple has been weak for years, and the Pope's strategy is mainly to compromise the balance. As a result, the temple is getting weaker and weaker. People are kind and bullied, how can they be soft when fighting!

"Okay, I'll go right away."

"You don't need to go, anyway, you are also the high priest, the future officiant, just send someone over for such a trivial matter, tell him, be cold, be indifferent, leave without saying anything, don't give them face!"

"good!"

Maru's waist is also straightened. As a believer of the Beast God, he has always kept his head down, and it is rare to have a chance to hold his head high. Who wouldn't be happy?

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