At the end of December, the final exams for Knowledge City ended and the students ushered in a long-awaited holiday.

Conradden, who was dressed up in a handsome manner, stood in front of Diana's house holding flowers in his left hand, and a little hammer in his right hand, knocked the doorbell at the rhythm of "Jinger Bell" for five minutes, but there was no reaction in the house.

At this time, Manfred came in panting. He said to Conradin in anger: "Your Highness is not good. News has just been heard from Stauffen City that there have been more than 20 special prizes in the lottery tickets in the past two days!"

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At the same time, a steel fork was pressing someone on the sofa and pounding them. While pounding, he said, "We need to build the c3i system, right?"

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"Then why don't you just make a c4iskr come out!"

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"Do you think I am Doraemon?!"

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"You can just take whatever you want out of your pocket, right?"

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"If Doraemon is the one who wants to throw you into the sky, and you will become an artificial satellite!"

Diana, Mira, Meliti, and Mordred, who rushed back from the prairie to take the final exam, Gao Wen and the others took a Dragon flight to Osmanthus City to visit Charles after the exam.

The rumor of "The Greatest Eight Hundred and One Hundred Thousands of Witnesses" has spread in the knowledge city. Mirajan was frightened and thought Charles had come to the field with a sword, so she immediately came to see if Charles was still complete after the exam, so others followed him.

Because Diana had improved the magic messenger before, Charles told her about trying to build an information force in the Elf King's Court, but was beaten up.

Diana was tired of pounding, Charles sat down on the sofa, then pulled Diana to sit next to her and said, "Don't be angry, I didn't say that I would finish this system in one step. I just planned to plant the ideas of information war while I was still in this position, and the rest came step by step."

Diana said angrily: "Don't always be ambitious. You can first create the communication systems used by troops at all levels. If you are just a few walkie-talkies for the communication system?"

"State in advance, I can't do this alone, and we, Intel, must use national power to promote this matter."

"This is not about creating some advanced equipment, but about creating a brand new system."

Charles, who was depressed, asked, "What can I do now?"

"Writing articles and painting big cakes," Diana said, "As long as the cakes are fragrant, people will be moved."

Then Charles looked at Diana with a pitiful look, grabbed her hand and said, "Help me. At the previous post-war summary meeting, I proposed the slogan of 'building information channels, breaking information barriers, and giving wings to combat power'. If there is no feasible following, it will become empty talk."

"Who else can I help you if I don't help you?" Diana leaned on the sofa and breathed a sigh of relief. "You should use your brain more in the future. The longer the things you made in your previous life - such as this informationization - the longer it was proposed in the official media, the more difficult it was; the more levels it involved, the wider the coverage of this system."

"I'll tell you another system. You know the police intercom. Although it was not mentioned in the media, the coverage scale of this system is not worse than that of mobile communications. It can also allow the big bosses in the capital to have direct calls with grassroots police in the southwest mountain village. How much hardware and software support do you think is needed behind this?"

After saying that, Diana stood up, tidied up her winter skirt, and said, "I won't talk about this anymore. It's rare that you can rest today and go shopping with your sister and the others."

Charles treats people around him differently. Gao Wen and his two cousins ​​were sent by Charles to the guards to gain knowledge, and Mordred could follow Charles and the others to go shopping.

Today is not a good day to go shopping. The clouds in the sky block the sun, making people feel quite cold.

Diana and Meliti pulled Mordred to shop each store, while Charles and Mira walked behind and spoke.

After checking Charles is intact and learning that he is only commanding in the rear, Mira's heart is relieved.

"So you won't go to the front line in the future?" Mira asked.

"Yeah." Charles nodded, "Then I'm waiting for Sister Elizabeth to come back from the headquarters. I'll stay with her when she comes back."

"That's good." Mira breathed a sigh of relief, and she wouldn't have to worry all day long.

Charles asked, “When will your alternate saint registration start?”

"The registration is over," Mira said. "After the final exam is over, submit the registration form and recommendation letter."

Only then did Charles remember that he had forgotten this a lot of things.

A threshold was set for the registration of the candidate saint, that is, you must hold a letter of recommendation written by the priest of the Temple of Light. There is no limit on the position of the priest, just within the system. Otherwise, the registration form submitted by speculators who "take a try to turn into a motorcycle" can annoy the people in the temple to death, which is the first screening.

Mira continued: "Early February is the blood test, and then there is a long observation period."

Charles said "Oh", and his bloodline was tested to prevent some evil races from infiltrating into the big family of the Temple of Light. He was not worried about this. He went back this time and asked Madam St. Angel, that Mira's demonic bloodline was not a problem.

The previous one was just a threshold, and the long observation period was the key to the score in the selection of candidate saints.

The Temple of Light will listen to the words and observe their actions to the alternate saints, and then serve as the basis for being selected for the final round of the final.

In the past, this was when the external moves began. In order to get their own people to be shortlisted, some people would take the initiative to create difficulties and let their own people solve them.

It was not until the time when Santa St. Angel came out of nowhere and swept the outsiders into the garbage dump with her own strength.

At that time, a teenage girl, she had been rooted in the grassroots for a long time, curing people regardless of their high or low status. Later, she even led her younger brother and her suitors to the city where the plague broke out and treated the sick.

When the epidemic in that city was lifted, the God of Light came directly to designate her as a saint, and her younger brother and others also received the gift of God.

Those who were fighting in secret looked confused.

From then on, the alternate saints honestly learned from the teachings of the God of Light at the grassroots level.

However, Mira is not strong enough now, and she plans to study at the Light Theological Seminary for a few years before going out for training.

Charles agrees with this. In this world, the danger of going to the grassroots level is no less than going to the battlefield.

After the siblings talked a few more times, Mira poked Charles' arm with her fingers, and then asked in a low voice: "When did you decide your relationship with Diana?"

Charles glanced at Mira in surprise.

Mira pinched the soft flesh on Charles' arm and said, "We scratched Diana for five minutes and she tickled her part."

Charles curled his lips and said, "It was decided a while ago when we went from Avalon to Corian City on the prairie."

Seeing the gossip fire burning in my sister's eyes, Charles shrugged and said, "There is no story to tell, it will be natural."

Mira patted Charles on the shoulder and said, "Diana is a good girl, and her grandparents have no objection. But you have to be careful not to let her be snatched away."

Charles raised his brow and said, "You are talking about Conradin, the prince of the Hohen Kingdom?"

"Did you know?" Mira was a little surprised. Not many people knew about this in the knowledge city.

She continued, "You have to be careful of that Conradin's external tricks. I heard that he is a genius."

Charles said twice, "Hehe" and said, "Sister, don't underestimate me, it's also the power behind you."

Seeing Mira who was unknown, Charles counted the power behind them with his fingers.

Finally, Charles said: "I really want to get angry. I just spread rumors that the Elf King's Court may no longer exchange the Elf Yuan and the currency of the Hohen Kingdom. In the end, I was hung up and beaten by Aunt Victoria, and their foreign trade in the Hohen Kingdom will collectively jump off the building."

Mira looked at Charles in confusion. She didn't know what the Elf Royal Court's currency meant as a foreign trade settlement currency in the southern countries of the Yangtze River.

Mira could only pinch Charles and said, "I feel relieved if you have confidence, but don't let me be an aunt early."

Charles' face turned dark and said, "Have you forgotten our cute little Cuihua?"

"Uh..." Mira was stunned for a while, and then she remembered that Charles had a goblin apprentice.

Then she said, "Don't interrupt, you know what I mean."

Charles continued to interrupt: "You know, now many people outside think that Modred is your niece...Oh..."
Chapter completed!