The Exotic Land Reclamation of Vegetable Skeletons

Chapter 93 I Don't Want To Be The Pope!

No one knows what Negris talked to World Tree after he returned for the second time. Anyway, after returning, he would laugh from time to time when he stayed by himself.

Of course, it has talked with Anger about the content, but Anger only heard about planting trees, oh, I see.

Trees have been planted all the time. In order to plant more crops on the ground, the people of the entire Abyss of Parting have been mobilized. Everyone's enthusiasm is high, and they are constantly experimenting with various optimal arrangements and combinations, using the fewest trees to block the most. more wind, protect more land.

If the World Tree was moved over, if it was an ordinary sapling, it would definitely have been tossed to death, but the World Tree is very tough, and it will not die if it is moved around.

If Ange is there, a quick death halo will be planted, and the world tree will be firmly rooted and prosperous, and it will be good to grow things normally in the future.

If Ange is not there, everyone will be a chicken thief. They will shovel some turf over, shovel it in the morning, take root in the afternoon, and grow very lush in the evening.

In addition, there are also some tender vine crops. After planting for a few days, the World Tree will be entangled firmly. Other trees may be entangled to death, but the World Tree likes it very much. like.

Not afraid of less watering, not afraid of other crops robbing it of nutrients, the more fertile other plants grow, the more fertile it will grow, all kinds of places that are contrary to common sense, it is really difficult for ordinary farmers to grow them. On the contrary, those who have never cultivated land will accept these characteristics more quickly.

Soon, oasis-like planting areas appeared around the Devil Valley. With the growth of the World Tree, the scope of the shelter would expand, slowly connecting into pieces.

The World Tree, which is rudely treated but thriving, should be very heartbroken when the elves who are careful and meticulously serve the little tree, but babble.

Of course, the elves asked Negris how to serve the World Tree. Negris had already obtained great benefits from the World Tree, so he did not hesitate to give them advice and tell them directly: Plant them as you like.

Any kind?Didn't I ask you just because the seeds didn't survive?Still casual?Am I, Calendale, a dignified druid, a random person?
The elves thought that Negris was fooling them, so they treated them more and more carefully, weeding and watering to catch insects, and even put one of them in a dust-free enchantment to strictly protect them.

Going the opposite way, of course, has no effect, so I came to ask Negris again.

Negris was very puzzled: "Grow it casually, how can this be planted to death?"

Angry, the elf didn't dare to be casual when he turned around, so the tree that was put into the dust-free barrier died.

This time the elves were completely panicked, because Negris had already sold them 'all' the five world trees. If they were killed again, they would never be able to buy them again.

He quickly came to Negris again, and the tone of his speech was much gentler, but the meaning of the words had a sense of asking for after-sales and asking for guilt.

Negris laughed angrily: "It's said that you can plant whatever you want. Don't water it or fertilize it. Sprinkle a few grass seeds on its roots. When the grass grows, it will live."

"Impossible, if we serve it so carefully, it will die, and we sprinkle grass seeds to grab its nutrients, won't it die faster?" Negris' proposal attracted the opposition of most elves.

Finally, Gaillard said: "Anyway, I have tried everything, choose one and do it, I am tired."

I had to do it as a last resort, saying it was casual, but a bunch of elves still stared at it every day, seeing a bird falling down and pecking at the bark, my liver trembled, I saw some insect eggs floating over, my heart trembled, and a small The grass grew wildly, and a vine sprang up, and my heart trembled.

In such a state of trepidation, all other World Trees died, and this one survived.

"Is it alive? It's good to live, it's good to live, if I don't live, I'd rather give the money back to you. I'm too tired. You can plant this tree to death. Take it." Negris long sighed.

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Anthony left the office of the church through a long secret passage and walked towards the secret room along the familiar road.

Anthony has walked this road for many years. Since he became the archbishop, he has secretly built several strongholds and carried out some things that cannot be carried out in the church.

The choice of the stronghold must not be too close to the church, otherwise it will be focused on, and it should not be too far away, otherwise it will take too long on the way back and forth.

But the safest is actually the teleportation array, but the big teleportation array in the church is very inconvenient because too many people use it.

Anthony is planning to build a private teleportation array in his office. If it can be successful, it will be much easier to communicate at that time. Once the teleportation array is closed, no one will know where you are going.

However, the security issues involved have attracted strong opposition from many people, and the success rate is not very high. After all, the Church of Light is not the one who can call the shots. There are many dead enemies, and two of them do not deal with him. The other party also likes to point fingers on the matter of his parish.

There are two archbishops in the human diocese, Anthony and Nicholas, plus an archbishop of the diocese of the sunken land. The three archbishops are all popular candidates for the Pope of the Nether.

As the current pope is getting older and has the possibility of being called by the Lord at any time, the competition among the three archbishops has become intensified.

But it was mainly because the other two archbishops were competing. Anthony could not wait to get rid of himself. The last time he had a chance to become the pope, he finally had to fake death to get out. Facing the same situation again.

Anthony really wanted to grab the ears of the two guys and yell: I don't want to be the Pope.

It's a pity, even if he does, others won't believe it. If you don't want to be the pope, why is the diocese under your rule developing so well?

Why do the people of your parish live and work in peace?Why do you have such a good relationship with the rulers of the diocese?Why is the integrity index of the clergy so high?Do you want to make a good show and fight to be the next pope?
Anthony was speechless.

On the surface, he is a middle-aged archbishop in the prime of his life who is less than 60 years old, but in fact he is an old fritter undead who has lived for countless thousand years. In terms of political experience, he is ten times better than the other two with his eyes closed.

No matter what the situation is, he has a corresponding solution, and his heart is cruel, his eyes are like torches, and magic such as lie detection is not as useful as his eyes.

For example, in disaster relief, other dioceses are making great fanfare, calling on believers to donate money and materials, beating gongs and drums all the way to the disaster area, handing out [-]% to [-]% of the materials consumed on the road to the victims, harvesting waves of faith, filling in Full of pockets, no one cares how many people died.

Anthony did not do this. He would call on believers to donate money, and use the donations to assign tasks to the mercenary guild and the chamber of commerce, so that they could deliver supplies and food to the disaster area.

Then organize the victims to save themselves and restore production, and then use the output after the restoration of production to make up for the donations spent, and then print a batch of thank-you letters and medals to distribute to those believers who donated.

And those donations, in the form of allowances, were distributed to the priests and servants who went out to organize disaster relief for the victims, which means that the donations went around and flowed into the pockets of the clergy from the believers, but everyone Benefit has been obtained, and the victims have also been rescued.

The donors were praised and thanked, and they were very satisfied. The Chamber of Commerce and the mercenary guild completed their tasks, reaped rewards, and reduced transportation costs. The victims were given food and supplies, and they were able to survive and rebuild their homes and resume production.

The clergy received stipends and gratitude from the victims, and suddenly felt that their work was sacred and valuable.

The only disadvantage is that it cannot be harvested on a large scale in a short period of time.

But this is Anthony's original intention. He doesn't want to harvest faith for the Church of Light. He also adheres to this idea in other aspects of the treatment. If he can do it quietly, he will never make it public.

But after decades of perseverance, he discovered a problem, and because he handled it so well, the population of his parish continued to grow.

There have been no wars and famines for many years, believers live and work in peace and contentment, countries are friendly and harmonious, and races are equal and harmonious. For example, the tauren aunt sent flyers on the streets to attract people to convert, which is absolutely impossible in other dioceses.

This led to a strange situation. Although there was no significant harvest of faith, the number of believers in his diocese increased steadily, the faith was firm and firm, and the total amount of dedication was the largest.

So inadvertently, his popularity increased day by day, and the call to become the next pope became stronger and stronger, which made Anthony feel helpless.

He is not the kind of character who allows disasters, wars and famines to spread without regard for it. The next time he encounters such a situation, he will still deal with it quickly. Wouldn't it be that the better he does, the higher his prestige?Are you going to feign death then?
Alas, sigh, isn't there a way to do good things that others don't know about?
Returning to the secret base, as soon as he touched the doorknob, Anthony instantly felt something was wrong, and his hair stood on end.

The thick wooden door exploded, and countless pieces of wood were sputtered. At the same time, a solid sword light burst out of the door and went straight to Anthony's head.

"High-level Juggernaut!?" Anthony was suddenly shocked.

The number of high-level sword saints is rare, and any one of them is a well-known powerhouse on the mainland, and now he came to assassinate him?
As a red-clothed archbishop, Anthony himself is a strong man in the legal system. It would be very disadvantageous to meet a swordsman at close range, not to mention a high-level swordsman who can transform his sword into a sword. A sneak attack, I am afraid, is also the end of the bad luck.

However, Anthony was unafraid, and swung his hands towards him, his long sleeves shattered by him, revealing the wrist armors of his hands.

It was a pair of thick wrist armors, which wrapped Anthony's entire small arm, and the sword beam slashed on it. There was a loud noise and it was shaken away.

"God said: My fists are invincible." Anthony drank word by word and slammed it out.

The high-ranking Sword Saint who sneaked up widened his eyes with a ghostly expression: "Holy fighting qi?! Holy Word!? Are you not the archbishop? Why do you use fighting qi?"

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