Hearing what Kyle said, the bishop frowned and asked, "This is indeed a good choice, but aren't you worried that such behavior will arouse the anger of the Earth Mother Church?"
"No, Your Excellency, the Church of the Mother Goddess has now reached a consensus on the treatment of the undead. It can guide the development of the undead, but will not interfere too much. This seems to be the intention of the Harvest Goddess."
Yes, in the previous life, the Church of the Earth Mother God did not impose many restrictions on players.
It basically belongs to the attitude of "Whether you believe it or not, love comes and goes, Mother Earth Church can come and go freely".
Maybe the big bosses of the Mother Goddess Church also know that they cannot dictate the beliefs of players.
This group of fourth natural disasters are themselves "Schrödinger's cats". You will never know what they are like until you open the box.
Coral Palace caviar lovers…
Loyal consumers of Coconut Sheep...
These are pretty good.
In the previous life, after the public beta of the game, some players even told the story between themselves and a fish with a sincere face when they went to pray with the nuns of the Church of the Mother Goddess...
All in all, the scene was in chaos. When the nun walked out of the prayer room, she cried like a child, saying that she had been contaminated by evil spirits and that her spirit was unclean.
Fortunately, at this time, the players' ability to go crazy has not yet been seen clearly by this group of simple priests.
Now, he can still get a lot of information about the Earth Mother Church from Tetu, and also knows their internal attitude towards the undead. Now the dust has settled and it has become the same as in the previous life.
But Kyle still raised his eyebrows, reminded him again, and said:
"You should have heard that there are only a very small number of undead entering Lancaster Territory now. After a while, a larger group of undead will flow into my territory.
How to guide the development direction of this generation of visitors from the Kingdom of God is obviously a big problem. No one wants to create another disaster that affects the mainland like the God-chosen champion back then."
Of course, after saying this, Kyle still felt a little lacking in confidence.
It's not like he doesn't know the mental state of the players in the past life. It's absolutely fine to say that they are the source of unrest in the continent in the future - they are still the ones who can't control the brakes.
The old bishop looked at this young man who was vaguely about to become a famous figure in the royal capital, narrowed his eyes and said:
"If there is no problem with the Earth Mother Church, there will be no problem with the Church of the God of Literature. But what good will this do to you, Mr. Kyle?"
"Does it count to manage your own territory while cooperating with many parties to influence the undead?" Kyle said with a smile.
The bishop asked: "Is that all?"
Kyle nodded and said: "At least for now, that's the case. I don't like conspiracy and calculation, and I don't like the aristocracy. What I want most is the safety of my territory and myself. But now it seems that many people don't like it.
Hope so."
He paused and then said:
"What's more, for the church, it doesn't really matter whether the undead are willing to become believers of the God of Literature.
What’s important is that after this plan is popularized, it can turn more casual believers and some bards who are wavering in other gods into believers in your beloved god of literature, isn’t it?”
"Are you so confident that the undead will have a huge impact on my god's domain?"
Obviously, this bishop, like their pope, was not someone who would take a moderate approach without worrying about conflicts with other gods.
On the contrary, after hearing what Kyle said, the ambition in his heart almost overflowed from his face.
The corner of Kyle's mouth curled up slightly, and then he said: "My Lord Bishop, you may not know that among the many undead people currently in Lancaster's territory, there are quite a few who are willing to become bards.
In the plan to popularize novels that I told you before, they will be the core force in promoting the further spread of Dinel’s crowning glory to subdivided areas.
You can think about it, this group of undead from the Kingdom of God themselves have customs and culture that are far different from the main civilization on the mainland.
Some of them will definitely convert the unique scenery of the Kingdom of God into romantic words and spread them around the world.
If it were you, would you like to understand the words written by the visitor from the Kingdom of God, or the tricks that the bards have already said?"
The Lord Bishop squinted his eyes and suddenly understood why this cunning and beautiful little succubus caused so much commotion.
After all, he was still a well-informed old man, and he immediately guessed what Kyle really wanted to express.
For the bards who were already on the mainland, what they wrote were basically adventure stories that were read badly by the common people.
From the routine to the writing method, many people will feel like "Hey, I seem to have seen this content somewhere before." How can it compare with the exotic style of the undead?
From the nobles to the common people, they like the kind of operation of "burning and burning, but they refuse to come to you".
He could even see that the group of people in the future were wary of the undead, but at the same time wanted to have more contact with the undead.
"Perhaps what you said is right. Even the undead will not refuse normal exchange of interests. The inheritance of the Changdea Kingdom they carry on their backs is destined to stir up troubles on the mainland." Obviously, the bishop said
Already convinced by Kyle.
Dinel, the god of literature he believed in, has been out of sight of all races for so long that many people no longer regard him as the guardian of those who seek knowledge.
Although Kyle's plan sounds a little outrageous, as a person who has been deeply involved in the pursuit of knowledge for a long time, the bishop knows it very well——
Many times the dissemination of literature and knowledge does not simply depend on whether it is good or bad, but depends to a greater extent on whether it is needed by the general public.
Literary classics have a reading threshold, and you cannot require everyone to understand the beautiful words on the paper.
Therefore, sometimes, it is precisely the exotic customs brought by the undead that can further expand the realm controlled by his gods.
So he squinted his eyes and said:
"Our God of Literature also has a very close alliance with the Goddess of Magic, and the Goddess of Magic has a good relationship with the Goddess of Harvest. From this point of view, we are indeed on the same camp.
It's better for me to contact the Archbishop of the Goddess of Magic. Since we really want to promote this plan, calling in more people can ensure sufficient funds.
If done well, it is not impossible to even directly open a teleportation channel between your territory and the satellite city of the royal capital.
You know that if you want to build a constant transmission channel, the resources consumed are definitely not something a territory can afford."
"If you can help, that would be great!" Kyle did not refuse. The infrastructure of Lancaster Territory was indeed too poor, and he needed to use the undead to attract all forces to join the party.
If it works well by then, Kyle may even be able to take advantage of this opportunity to make a big leap forward in his territory.
The bishop also showed a pleased smile.
In his eyes, it doesn't matter whether the undead are visitors to the kingdom of God. What matters is whether they can bring more benefits to his god.
"About this matter, I need to have a detailed discussion with the Pope. If this plan goes forward smoothly, believe me, both my God and His lambs will definitely give you the reward you deserve. I
By the followers of Dinair."
"Then, happy cooperation." Kyle's smile became even brighter.
The old bishop suddenly touched the ring on his finger gently, a ray of light flashed, and a sacred scripture that had been used for many years appeared in his hand. He smiled gently and said:
"I haven't seen such a lovable young child in many years. You are planning the future for my god. I don't think my god will blame me, an old man, for having little expectations for children.
This holy book has copied my views and understanding of magic for so many years. Let’s use this small gift as the beginning of our cooperation.
As a dossier scholar, I think you don't mind if you can copy more magical spells."
He said this with a naughty smile on his face.
Kyle suppressed a trace of embarrassment on his face, being seen through...
All of these senior citizens have matured with age. This chapter has been completed!