Chapter 1581 Strike while the iron is hot

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Doumbouya City, third floor of the cathedral, prayer room

“Thank you for your hard work.”

Mo Tan, who had been sitting at the table for more than six hours, and even had lunch in the prayer room, breathed a sigh of relief, put the report on the Gangya Tribe Nation in the past three years on the corner of the table, and turned around. The templar smiled at the man who at first just stood guard at the door and waited for orders, but later he was busy sorting and summarizing various materials with Yi Zuo and the two Holy Sons, and was so busy with paperwork that he was sweating. Laugh: "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 Fortagon took a deep breath, shook his head firmly and said: "No, Black Lord Vatican, there is too much information in the prayer room. Although Archbishop Jost has briefly sorted it out before, according to your point of view, we will probably be busy until midnight, so..."

"I am nothing Sir, if you like, you can call me Priest Black Van."

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

"Okay."

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 the situation I want to know." It’s almost done. The remaining ones just need to be classified briefly. Don’t rush to read them all within today.”

Eric was still a little reluctant: “But...”
 "Bishop Jost has gone back."

Mo Tan picked up the coffee that Yi Xuan had 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, right now, I should have the final say here, right?"

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

After discovering that the other party was not consulting with him, the templar immediately changed his attitude. The reason is self-evident. The atmosphere of Doumbouya City is completely different from that of the City of Light. Edmund Fordagon is a garrison warrior and a soldier, while Motan is the supreme leader here, although this supreme leader is only It took a long time, but this was not enough reason for Edmund to disobey the order.

It is true that the atmosphere here is more tough. After all, according to 'historical data' records, the garrison in Doumbouya City does have a lot of criminal records, but as the saying goes, a slap can't make a difference, in Mo Tan Research In the process of building this fortress and border town, we have already grasped a very key 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 a soldier is to obey orders, which is to obey the orders of superiors without reason, conditions, principles, or lower limits. Under this premise, the soldiers of Doumbouya City are not qualified because they will Disobey superiors who are clearly inadequate.

But if their leader is a person of Jeff Harrington's level, these garrison troops will not confront 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 group of rabble-rousers, Stinging the head, the city of Doumbouya has been razed to the ground by those bloody barbarians. To be able to stick to this place all the time, and even to make the Holy Religion Union turn a blind eye when they harm the superiors, is enough to show that this place All the garrison troops are talented people. They may not necessarily speak well, but they can definitely fight.

As for the 'Black Van Priest', an airborne soldier who is a little too young, logically speaking, he should be a very unpopular type. Even the two Holy Sons will be directly targeted by these front-line soldiers. Putting on the big label of 'second generation ancestor experiencing life' will not be good for your senses.

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, and his level of magical skills is also good, but he followed the Grand Knight Commander throughout the whole process. As for the so-called Knight Commander Harrington, he formulated a raid plan at the suggestion of His Highness Black, and hit the crack in one fell swoop. Naturally, the soldiers didn't believe in hurting the queen.

After all, in that costly and fierce battle, His Highness Black was always protected by the Knight Commander. His magical blessings were not infrequently used, but he did not participate in the specific command at all.

Therefore, 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. This black priest Pastor Fan was good, he immediately became the boss as soon as he came up, and he also brought two holy sons with him.

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

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

In short, 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, to put it mildly, not very good. Gao, to put it harshly... many people have actually begun to plan to give this young master some help, and hurry up and get rid of them.

And this young warrior named Edmund Fordagon naturally has the same idea. In fact, the warriors who can be led by Jost to greet Mo Tan and others are all attitude. More radical.

However, at this moment, Edmund did not show the face of 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, by the way.”

Mo Tan suddenly called Edmund from behind and said with a smile: “Tell everyone, go after dinner. Let’s gather in the school grounds to get acquainted.”

Edmund was stunned for a moment, then saluted again: “Yes, Sir Heifan”

Then he strode away. Blessing room.

"Tsk tsk, it seems that our positions are pretty good."

After Edmund left, Avery looked at the door happily and said with a smile: "It can make our Justice Sect It’s not easy for someone to be so obedient.”

“I’m a believer in the God of Justice, not a knight of justice.”

He was moving documents from the top of several shelves by virtue of his height. philip light He snorted and said without looking back: "And speaking of standing up, most of the credit goes to Knight Commander Green. Haven't you noticed? People don't look at us very kindly."

Avery sat down directly in the middle of a pile of battle reports he had just compiled, and laughed happily: "Speaking of which, 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 got into the Holy Car. It was the latter who 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 the request of Mo Tan himself, he happily chose to return to the city that day, which can be regarded as quite trusting the latter.

"It's understandable."

The corner of Philip's mouth also curled up into a smile, and he said in a brisk tone: "After all, if such a big person is lost, if it were me, I would choose to turn a blind eye. "Jing, although Hei Fan doesn't seem to care much about it." "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 In front of him, Mo Tan, who had his back to the shrine, 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. Well, I don't know. It doesn’t matter what a cool story is. Isn’t it like this in many bardic stories? The main character who hides his secrets is ridiculed by the villain, and the latter is severely slapped in the face on the next page. Don’t follow this plot. I said you haven't seen it."

The three of them were 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. Ah.”

“I don’t read many bardic stories.”

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

And Philip frowned. Frowning, he 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, have He shrugged in confusion and said: "Although everything seems very reasonable at first glance, if you think about it carefully, are there really people who are so blinded by the desire for power that they speak without thinking at all? Even if there are, Is it possible for that person to achieve the position of bishop?"

Avery blinked and said in shock: "Can't he? After all, a person like me can be a saint..."

"Whether you are the Holy Son 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 knocked. He knocked on his forehead, leaned on the chair and said helplessly: "Not only that, the logic of Bishop Jost's attack was too clear. It's really hard for me to imagine that a person with such clear logic could do what he just did. Behavior.”

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 his seniors, is still very smart under normal circumstances. Girl, so it’s not like Mo Tan has talked to this extent and hasn’t noticed the clues yet.

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 a spur-of-the-moment decision. He probably started planning when he learned that I was coming over."

Mo Tan said casually while looking down at the topographic map spread out on the table. : "Bishop Jost has had only one purpose from the beginning, and that is to help me, the next one who is too young and too shallow in qualifications, establish prestige as quickly as possible."

Avery draws Twitch the corner of your mouth and fuck He said: "No, the bishop who owes you millions of gold coins actually..."

"To be honest, I can't figure it out."

Philippe Sighing, frowning and saying: "But judging from the results, Hei Fan seems to be right. It can be seen from the attitude of the Templar Knight. At least several people he brought to the conference room were... Quite convinced.”

Yi Zou also nodded slightly and said in deep thought: "Although we all know that the senior's previous record is not water-worthy, but after all, it is a secret that is only open to the upper class. The soldiers of Doumbuya City cannot know, even if the senior clearly knows Tell them that no one will believe it in all likelihood, but in that case..."

"Knight Commander Green obviously knew from the beginning, and I think he may not have any sympathy for Bishop Jost. Strange, at least he knows the character of the other party, so he cooperates directly without leaving any trace."

Mo Tan took Yi Zuo's words and said in a deep voice: "If you think about it carefully, don't you think he is. Was it a little deliberate to swear directly in the name of the goddess?"

The three of them looked at each other, and then nodded in unison, believing the point that Mo Tan just made.

“I was completely tricked.”

Avery shook his head dumbfounded, and sighed with some fear: "Nowadays, adults are so deep."

"No, it's not so much that they are deep, but that we are too young. "

Philip retorted with some frustration, his face full of frustration: "Bishop Jost did not do it. To the extent that there is no trace at all, but before Hei Fan came up with this idea, we didn't think about it."

"It's my fault."

Yizou's pretty face. His face also turned red, and then he clenched his fists and made up his mind: "I must apologize when I go back!"

As a result, at this moment, Mo Tan suddenly stood up and smiled at the three of them: "That will happen after we go back. Let's do what we need to do first."

"Uh, for example?"

"To live up to His Excellency the Bishop's expectations, strike while the iron is hot."

"How to strike?"

"You will know in a moment."

Chapter 1572: End

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