Zhou Li seemed to be a sunny doll. During his days in Jordan, this city called the fog city rarely cleared continuously. Even if it was not a sunny day, the sun would quietly lurk in the clouds, leaving Jordanian people with faint sunshine.

In fact, this battle between the people and the ancient gods in Jordan was not attracting attention. The barrier of the Dajie Realm made it impossible for many countries to synchronize the news of war. Even until the false god died, many people from the outside world still believed that Jordan was just eroded by a plague and there was no so-called war.

When the Great Knot ended and the devastated Jordan was exposed to the world, people were shocked to find that a war broke out in Jordan. The ruins of the walls corroded blood, the corpses all over the ground, and the hideous bones of the ancient god. Various evidences show that the city encountered a real battle between man and god.

In less than a day, the British South government unilaterally released the details of the war. In that public document, except for concealing the truth of the weird disaster and the essence of the Gospels, almost all the contents were real and clear. Even the experience of Luo Ya's parents in that year was written in the document for others to check.

Of course, this is not a conscience discovery in the UK. If it weren’t for Twelve-kilters who broke into the British government with the evidence provided by Zhou Li, this document would probably be a short sentence “The explosion of the Jordanian natural gas pipeline”.

Three days later, the British and Southern Government signed a treaty with Zhou Li. Most of the contents of the treaty were confidential. Among the remaining public parts, the most shocking thing was the arrangements for Jordan after the war.

"From today, Jordan will be fully taken over by the Sixth Quarter Literary Church. The Literary Church will be responsible for the post-war reconstruction of Jordan and retain Jordan's legislative, military and executive power for twenty years. During this period, the British South government will not participate in any matters related to Jordan - the Justice Church's witness."

After reading this contract that made all British government officials feel humiliated and grateful, British officials breathed a sigh of relief, and put down the contract in their hands with joy and joy. He said to Zhou Li in front of him: "Mr. Zhou Li, is there any problem with this contract?"

"No."

Shaking his head, Zhou Li looked at the man wearing a white short shirt and a kind-faced face and asked him, "Feiyu, do you have any objection?"

"I have no objection, either."

A man named Feiyu smiled at von Kez. As the current first pope of the Literary Church, Feiyu is the most famous and beloved writer in the world today.

Fei Yu once created an epic book called "The Faceless Rider", which was loved by the whole world as soon as it was released. The ideas conveyed in the Faceless Rider excited countless young people and determined to become the Faceless Rider in the book who was not named but always wanted justice. He then successively released dozens of fantasy masterpieces such as "The Spirit Giant" and "The Five Colors Warrior", and once became the most famous writer in the world.

Of course, if this alone is based on Feiyu, it will be difficult for Feiyu to stand out in the literary church full of talents. What really made him the first pope was his inclusiveness.

As a fantasy novelist, Feiyu is famous for his boundless love in the literary world. His literary talent and appreciation are beyond ordinary people, but he always has a passion for words. He will never suppress potential writers because of his status. On the contrary, any truly talented but frustrated writer will always regard Feiyu as his life-saving straw.

For Feiyu, what he wants is never wealth or power, what he wants is a vibrant literary world.

It is precisely because of this that Zhou Li was very satisfied with Fei Yu. A few days ago, Zhou Li found Fei Yu and sent him the message that "I need you to help me rebuild Jordan." After receiving this message, Fei Yu was a little hesitant at first. After all, he ruled the literary church, and rebuilding a city was not what he was good at. But when Zhou Li took him around Jordan and vaguely revealed some problems with the British government, Fei Yu was directly kidnapped by Zhou Li's morality and agreed to take over Jordan.

Of course, Zhou Li also knew that Fei Yu and his literary church were not good at post-disaster reconstruction, and at this time, he needed to take action.

"The next step is the source of funds for reconstruction and the responsible units."

As this stage was underway, British officials fell silent as they looked at the long list of "Al Zixia United Chamber of Commerce" in their hands. After a long time, he raised his head, looked at Zhou Li, and asked quietly: "Do you two have any opinions on this list?"

"Do you?"

Facing Zhou Li's replies, the British official shook his head. Zhou Li spread his hands and said directly: "Well, that's all?"

Nonsense, everyone can tell what you are thinking.

Looking at Zhou Li, who almost wrote "Jordan's surname is changed to Zhou" in front of him, the British official gritted his teeth and turned on the next page, continuing: "The next is the statistics of the dead."

Speaking of this, Zhou Li took back his frivolous expression just now. He solemnly took the document and began to read it.

Most of the names above were strange. When those familiar names were reflected in Zhou Li's eyes, his eyes dimmed a little.

“Roa should be responsible for what he did.”

After discovering an extra name on the list, Zhou Li remained silent for a long time, and then told the British officials: "We must clearly count the things that Luo Ya has done. There are many people who died because of him. There is no need to save face for me and Lao Ke."

When he said the word "Ke", Zhou Li was obviously a little dazed. He still remembered Christine's appearance of joking with a bottle of wine at the party that day. He also remembered that he hugged Luo Ya's neck and drunkenly scolded Luo Ya for not going on a blind date and refused to get married and have children. Zhou Li and the others laughed happily, and Luo Ya was the same.

"clear."

Officials in the South of England did not say much. Although Luo Ya was deceived and manipulated by the Gospels, he did cause death and countless harms to others. But he was Zhou Li's friend and the general's apprentice. The South English government was concerned about the influence of these two people and was not prepared to write out evidence of Luo Ya's guilt at the beginning.

"You don't have to worry about the monuments and memorial squares."

Putting down the list in his hand, Zhou Li rubbed his eyebrows and said in a muffled voice: "Feiyu, I'll do this."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work."

Fei Yu nodded. Although he was the protagonist of this meeting, Zhou Li was the leader. He was very grateful to Zhou Li for saving the city. At the same time, Zhou Li's faint aura about the god of literature also made him feel friendly, so he did not object to Zhou Li's approach.

"I would like to remind you that things like monuments and memorial squares are not very..."

The British officials stretched out their hands and rubbed their fingers. His meaning was very clear. The monument and memorial square were too little oil and could not provide any profit at all. In fact, if the British government took over the reconstruction work, they would likely push the monument and square to others and ended up leaving it alone, which would save a lot of manpower and material resources.

Officials in the South of the UK believe that Zhou Li accepted reconstruction to make money. He wanted to have a relationship with Zhou Li naturally reminded that there is no fuel for this matter.

"You have to build a tomb after you die. Are these heroes unworthy of their deaths?"

He choked the British officials back with just one sentence. He laughed awkwardly and stopped talking.

"The next thing will be done by the United Chamber of Commerce and the Literary Church. You should go back with the contract."

Relying on the soft back of the chair, Zhou Li closed his eyes and said to the British officials: "Tell you the current king, I have checked the Gospels, and his father's soul is not there. But now everyone is dead, and the new king is just for it, so I don't want to go into it."

After hearing this, the British officials suddenly felt storm. Zhou Li's meaning was easy to understand. The old king, who was in his forties, died in his prime, died in his room, and he looked very strangely killed. However, Zhou Li told him that the Gospels had never taken care of the old king at all. In this case, the death of the old king was very questionable.

He felt that he was beginning to be shivered by the British officials who were involved in a whirlpool. After greeting Zhou Li, he rushed to the British government with fear and did not dare to stay for a moment.

At this time, only Zhou Li and Fei Yu were left in the entire conference room. After a long time, Fei Yu looked at Zhou Li and asked:

"You saw Him, right?"

"Um?"

Zhou Li, who closed his eyes and rested, was stunned for a moment. He quickly realized who Feiyu pointed at it.

"Well, I've seen him."

Nodding, Zhou Li didn't want to hide it, and replied bluntly: "I met him in the final battle with the ancient god and communicated a lot."

Hearing this, Fei Yu's emotions fluctuated. After a while, he chuckled and said to Zhou Li: "Is He happy?"

"Um?"

Zhou Li was stunned again. He thought about the questions that Feiyu would ask him, such as whether Thomas really died, why he did not respond to prayers, or why the God of Literature would enter the false body. But he never thought that Feiyu would ask him this question.

But Zhou Li did not ask questions either. He just thought about it and then replied to Fei Yu: "In my impression, he has always been very happy."

"That's good."

A relieved smile appeared on his face. The man who wrote countless heroic works smiled gently, his tone was full of relief: "Happy words prove that He is still loving the words and still creating."

"You just want to ask this?"

Zhou Li looked at Feiyu and asked curiously: "Aren't you curious why he didn't respond to your prayers?"

"I know."

An unexpected answer was spoken from Feiyu, "He does not want literature to be controlled by God, so He wants to give all literature to mankind, right?"

Zhou Li was stunned. The details might be a little wrong, but the words Fei Yu said were not much different from the facts. But the problem is that the god of literature was clearly trapped in a false soul, why did Fei Yu know about this?

As if he saw Zhou Li's faint doubt, Fei Yu smiled and waved his hand, explaining to Zhou Li: "This is not what He told me. In fact, He has not given us any response for hundreds of years."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Li was suddenly a little shocked. The God of Literature said that in order to cover up his long trip, he specially left an automatic question and answering machine, hoping to pretend that he still exists in the church. But after hearing what Fei Yu said, it seems that there was something wrong with the automatic question and answering machine.

"At the beginning, the God of Literature will still respond to us."

Feiyu also didn't like being a secret speaker, so he immediately explained: "Hundreds of years ago, many writers would pray to gods and ask some literary questions. At the beginning, the God of Literature could still respond to us, but most of them were more general and mechanical. As the writers had a broader understanding and the questions they asked began to become a little weird, the God of Literature gradually struggled and stopped responding in the end."

"But in order to cover up this problem, popes of all generations began to connect the prayers of believers to themselves and then pass them on to the God of Literature. If the God of Literature responds, they hand over the answers of the God to the believers. If the God of Literature does not respond, they write some of them to the believers."

"ah?"

Although Zhou Li understood, he did not understand. Seeing this, Fei Yu smiled helplessly. He stretched out his hand and a piece of white paper appeared out of thin air. He showed it to Zhou Li, and a line of characters suddenly appeared on it.

"I pray to you, the god who holds the supreme will, the god who holds reality and dreams."

"The protagonist in my novel freezes a substance with an elongated cylinder and puts it in his mouth and cannot be pulled out. One of my readers said that I wrote such a protagonist with obvious intellectual disability, and I hope I won't continue. I want to ask you how to gain the power to defeat this reader? He is a warrior of the brilliant level, and I really can't beat him."

Putting down the paper in his hand, looking at Zhou Li, who was confused on his left face and unable to hold on his right face, Fei Yu showed a helpless expression, "This is a letter written by believers in the literature church. At first, everyone asked questions about grammar or writing style. Later, everyone could find the information, and the questions asked began to deviate from literature."

This time, Zhou Li really couldn't hold back. He looked at the absurd words and said funny: "You are also idle, and you really respond to them with your heart."

Yes, under that absurd question, Feiyu really responded seriously.

"If you can't beat him, use your writing style to conquer him."

"After all, I'm a pope."

Feiyu smiled bitterly and said to Zhou Li: "In fact, although everyone's problems before I took over as the Pope, they were a little weird, but at least they were not so abrupt. But since I became the Pope, everyone began to like to communicate with the literary gods played by me frequently. I don't understand why, but they can only satisfy them."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Li was a little dazed. He looked at the man who smiled gently in front of him and always spoke without any rush. A god who had only seen him once appeared in his mind.

Gentle, kind, and unique humor to writers.
Chapter completed!