Game time p18:57

Doumbouya City, third floor of the cathedral, prayer room

"Thanks for your hard work."

Mo Tan, who had been sitting at the table for more than six hours, and even had lunch during the prayer room, breathed a sigh of relief, put the report on the Gangya Tribal Nation in the past three years on the corner of the table, and turned around.

He smiled at the Templar who was just waiting at the door to wait for orders at first, and then hurriedly sorted and compiled various materials with Yi Zuo and the two Holy Sons, and was so busy with paperwork that he was sweating.

Laughing: "Let's take a rest and eat something. If I remember correctly, there will be good food to eat every night when supplies are delivered. If there is no duty, I should be able to drink a little bit."

The Templar, who was squatting in front of the cabinet to verify the number of small-scale frictions between Doumbouya City and the blood barbarians in the past six months, was stunned for a moment, and then immediately shook his head, but the frequency of shaking his head was the same as when Mo Tan mentioned 'drink on the hour'.

He slowed down and a bright light flashed in his eyes.

However, after a brief hesitation, the young man with messy brown hair named Edmund Fordagon still took a deep breath, shook his head firmly and said: "No, Lord Hei Fan, during the prayers

There is too much information. Although Archbishop Jost has briefly sorted it out before, if you think this way, we will probably be busy until midnight, so..."

"I'm not an adult. If you want, you can call me Priest Black Van."

Mo Tan smiled peacefully. He did not force the other party not to use honorifics or call him by his name directly. As the leader of such a military force, it is absolutely necessary to establish prestige, and excessive politeness will only have the opposite effect.

, so even if he himself has no interest in dominating others, he must not put himself in the position of a high-ranking person.

Edmund also laughed and nodded: "Then I will call you Lord Hei Fan. We have too many priests here."

"good."

Mo Tan had no objection to this title. He stretched out a little tiredly, and suggested to the other party again: "Go and have a rest. I already understand almost everything I want to know. The rest is just simple."

Just categorize it, don’t worry, read it all within today.”

Eric was still a little reluctant: "But..."

"Bishop Jost has returned."

Mo Tan picked up the coffee that Yi Xuan put in his hand ten minutes ago, sighed silently and took a sip, his tone as calm as ever: "Although it may be inappropriate to say this, now, I should be the one to say it here

That counts, right?”

Edmund immediately looked solemn and saluted Mo Tan straightly: "As ordered, Your Excellency——"

After discovering that the other party was not negotiating with him, the Templar immediately changed his attitude. The reason is self-evident. The atmosphere in Doumboua City is completely different from that in the City of Light. Edmund Fordagon is a garrison soldier.

He is a soldier, and Mo Tan is the supreme leader here. Although this supreme leader has only been here for half a day, this is not enough reason for Edmund to disobey orders.

It is true that the atmosphere here is more tough. After all, according to 'historical data', the garrison in Doumbouya City does have a lot of criminal records, but as the saying goes, a slap in the face can't make a difference. The process of studying this fortress and border town in Motan

, we have already grasped a rather crucial fact, that is, only real losers will be hostile or even harmed by these people.

Under this premise, things become much easier to understand.

First of all, the bounden duty of soldiers is to obey orders, which is to obey orders from superiors without reason, conditions, principles, or lower limits. Under this premise, the soldiers in Doumbouya City are not qualified because they will disobey those who are obviously not good enough.

Superior.

But if their leader is a person of Jeff Harrington's level, these garrison troops will not go against their superiors, because not liking waste does not mean that they are greedy for life and afraid of death. In fact, if the soldiers here are really a bunch of rabble-rousers,

Stinging head, the city of Doumbouya has been razed to the ground by those blood barbarians a long time ago. To be able to stick to this place all the time, and even to make the Holy Religion Union turn a blind eye to the situation of harming the superiors, is enough to show that this place

The garrison troops are all talented people. They may not necessarily speak well, but they are definitely capable of fighting.

As for the 'Black Van Priest', an airborne soldier who is a little too young, it should be logically said that he should be a very unpopular type. Even the two His Highnesses of the Holy Son will be directly given the 'Second Ancestor Experience' by these front-line warriors.

Life's big hat, the senses will not be good.

After all, anyone with a discerning eye would think that these people are here to get gold plating, and they can also be connected with the Holy Son Black who came here with the Grand Knight half a year ago.

In the eyes of the soldiers, the person who led everyone to severely injure the Lacerated Queen and hit the entire Blood Feather Terrace to the point where it could not recover for half a year was the Great Knight Captain Jeff, and the Holy Son of Black, how should I say, the little baby is quite able to endure hardships.

Yes, the level of divine magic is also good, but he followed the Grand Knight Commander throughout the whole process. As for the so-called "Knight Commander Harrington made a surprise attack plan at the suggestion of His Highness Black, and wounded the Lacerated Queen in one fell swoop"

Son, the soldiers naturally didn’t believe it.

After all, in that fierce and costly battle, His Highness Black was always protected by the Knight Commander, and his magical blessings were used a lot, but he never participated in the specific command.

So in everyone’s understanding, this Black Priest inherited His Highness Black’s gilding process and came to go through the motions, but the difference is that Black’s Holy Son also came here as a trainee after all, and the one who made the decision was Knight Commander Harrington, the Black Lord.

Pastor Fan is good, he immediately becomes the boss as soon as he comes up, and he also brings two holy sons with him.

Damn it, what is the concept of a Holy Son? Isn't it just a noble person who needs everyone's life to protect him no matter how difficult the battlefield is?

Taking the lead and so on... It's a joke, it would be okay if they don't take the lead, but if they really want to lead the charge, the ordinary soldiers below will have a headache.

All in all, after Bishop Jost announced that he was about to hand over to the 'big man' from the City of Light, and 'accidentally' revealed some specific details, everyone's mood was not very high at best, and at worst...

...A lot of people have actually started planning to give this young master some color, and hurry up and get rid of them.

Naturally, this young warrior named Edmund Fordagon also had the same idea. In fact, the warriors who could be led by Jost to greet Mo Tan and others were those with a more radical attitude.

However, at this moment, Edmund did not look at these young masters as he had planned before. Instead, he followed Mo Tan's order very strictly and turned around and left without hesitation.

"Oh, right."

At this moment, Mo Tan suddenly called Edmund from behind and said with a smile: "Let me tell everyone, after dinner, go to the school ground to gather, get to know each other, and get acquainted with each other."

Edmund was stunned for a moment, then saluted again: "Yes, Your Excellency Hei Fan."

Then he strode out of the prayer room.

"Tsk tsk, it seems that we are doing quite well in several places."

After Edmund left, Avery glanced at the door happily and said with a smile: "It's not easy to make us members of the Justice Sect be so well-behaved."

"I am a believer in the God of Justice, not a knight of justice."

Philip, who was using his height advantage to move files down from the top of several data racks, snorted lightly and said without looking back: "And when it comes to standing up, most of the credit goes to Captain Green. You didn't."

You see, people don't look at us very friendly either."

Avery sat down directly in the middle of a pile of battle reports that he had just compiled, and laughed happily: "Speaking of which, that Bishop Jost didn't come to see us again until he left."

Yes, as Avery said, after Jost and Green settled down the personnel and materials expected to stay in Doumbouya City, they went directly out of the city and boarded the Holy Car. However, the latter came back to meet Mo.

Tan and others explained and encouraged a few words, and then left neatly.

Originally, Green planned to stay for a while, but at Mo Tan's request, he happily chose to return to the city that day, which can be regarded as quite trusting the latter.

"Understandable."

The corner of Phillip's mouth also curled up into a smile, and he said in a brisk tone: "After all, after losing such a big person, if it were me, I would choose to keep out of sight, although Hei Fan doesn't seem to care much."

"That's because senior is very generous."

Yi Zuo frowned and said angrily: "No matter what his mentality is, that person is really too much."

"It feels pretty good, right?"

Sitting at the table with his back to the shrine, Mo Tan glanced at several people and said lightly: "This is normal, after all, this kind of timeless and refreshing drama can really give people a sense of pleasure, eh

, it doesn’t matter if you don’t know what a cool novel is. Isn’t it the same in many bard stories? The main character who hides his secrets is ridiculed by the villain, and the latter is slapped in the face on the next page. This kind of plot

Don't tell me you haven't seen it."

The three of them were all stunned when they heard this. After a while, Avery scratched his head and muttered: "If you think about it carefully, it seems that this is really the case."

"I don't read many bardic stories."

Yi Zuo also nodded and said hesitantly: "But there are many stage plays that seem to be like this. The mother-in-law looks down on the secretive son-in-law and so on..."

Phillip frowned, stopped what he was doing and turned to Mo Tan and asked: "What do you mean?"

"That's what you just thought of."

Mo Tan smiled, shrugged a little and said: "Although everything seems reasonable at first glance, if you think about it carefully, there are really people who are so blinded by the desire for power that they speak without thinking at all.

A person? Even if there is, is it possible for that person to achieve the position of bishop?"

Avery blinked and said in shock: "Can't you? After all, a person like me can be the Son of God..."

"Whether you are the Son of God depends on whether the God you believe in likes you or not. Whether someone can become a bishop depends on their ability and wisdom. They are fundamentally two different things."

Mo Tan tapped his forehead, leaned on his chair and said helplessly: "Not only that, the logic of Bishop Jost's attack is too clear. It's really hard for me to imagine that someone with such clear logic can make such a move.

That’s what he just did.”

Avery stopped talking.

Phillip and Yi Zou also fell into silence. These three are not people who can't turn their heads. Even Yi Zou, who has some blind worship of her seniors, is normally a very smart girl, so she won't be in trouble.

Tan Du had said it to this extent and still hadn't noticed any clues.

Finally, two minutes later, Philip broke the silence with a slightly focused look: "So Hei Fan, what you mean is that Bishop Jost..."

"He's helping me, and it's not just a sudden move. He probably already started planning when he learned that I was coming over."

While Mo Tan looked down at the topographic map spread out on the table, he said casually: "Bishop Jost's purpose has been only one from the beginning, and that is to help me, who is too young and too qualified, as quickly as possible.

Shallow next generation builds credibility.”

Avery twitched the corner of his mouth and said dryly: "No, that bishop who owes you millions of gold coins actually..."

"To be honest, I'm a little confused."
To be continued...