13 Mink Street

Mink Street, Church.

Diss is packing his things, his work for today has been completed.

In fact, running a church, no matter how small, is a very complicated matter, which involves all aspects, not just business ability.

After all, it does not mean that there is a church on every mountain, but that there may be one on this street and another street. Believers are the "source of customers", and churches are also facing fierce competition.

But Diss didn't care much about these things. He was only responsible for his own job, and he would go home when he was done. He would not participate in any extra activities for the development of the church.

Just like his attitude towards the family business, he has not participated in the specific operation for a long time.

Simon, dressed in black, walked in from the door and placed a receipt report in front of Diss.

Diss opened it in front of him, and inside it was the reply from the Ruilan Regional Management Office of the Cult of Order to his handling of the group of people who ran for mayor a while ago;

In the reply, first of all, he fully affirmed Diess's keen perception and advance insight in this matter, and praised Diess's dedication to duty and carefulness in his work;

Afterwards, it was determined that this matter was an "invasion" of foreign strange forces targeting Luojia City, and even attempted to use Luojia City as an opportunity to subvert the entire system of the Cult of Order in Ruilan;

In the end, he commended Diss for eliminating the disaster with thunderous means, and once again invited Diss to work in the management office of Ruilan District.

Diss was obviously not surprised by the reply, so after reading it, he put it aside.

Simon said: "When I just came in, I saw Deacon Kande sulking alone."

"oh."

Diss responded;

Deacon Kande is the director of the office of this church. He just took over from his father last year. He hopes to spread the influence of this church. It was rejected by Diss.

Because Diss didn't have time to attend any activities, he also held a negative attitude towards launching additional religious ceremonies.

"Deacon Kande is very depressed," Simon said.

"He'll get used to it." Diss picked up the pen and signed the receipt receipt, "Just like his father, Old Cande."

Simon pulled out another form, which was a routine report form for the last half month: "Your signature is also required here."

Dies signed.

"I have read your resume in the religion." Simon said curiously, "You seem to have no interest in promotion."

Today, several powerful leaders of the Ruilan region of the God of Order were actually in the same generation as Diss' son. The resume of one of the region's guardians also clearly stated that he had served in the Luojia City Trial Office. The experience of being a trainee servant of God.

With such a relationship, Diss can definitely obtain a better position in the system of the Ruilan region. Many older generations in the Cult of Kosmos have gained status and treatment through this method of cultivating disciples and successors.

"What is the purpose of the promotion?" Diss asked.

"In order to better contribute to the development of the Cult of Order." Simon gave a standard answer.

"But before I was promoted, was there no one in that position?" Diss asked rhetorically.

"You should think that your ability is better, so if you are sitting in that position, you can play a better effect."

"That means that the person who originally sat in that position is not good enough, and the effect is not enough. This should be handled by the Whip of Order, and those guys who neglect their duties, slack off work and lose their beliefs are removed from positions where their virtues do not match. Pull it off."

"You make a lot of sense, but you still can't convince me."

"So why should I convince a regional postman?"

"Of course you don't need it." Simon leaned forward.

"Or, is the member of the Whip of Order standing in front of me now, using the "Internal Law" of the Order God to ask me to make a statement on this issue?"

"No, of course not, you are mistaken."

"Have you met Rathma?"

"I..." Simon smiled wryly, and finally nodded, "Yes, Lord Rathma is already in Luojia City."

"Yeah." Diss continued to pack the things on his desk, "He dare not come to see me."

Simon licked his lips. To a certain extent, he felt that the magistrate in front of him was right.

Indeed, during his communication with Lord Rathma, he sensed the high priest's... fear of the one in front of him.

The most important thing is that the high priest didn't even hide this emotion, as if he felt that it was a matter of course to be afraid of the person in front of him.

"Do you have anything you want me to convey to the great priest?"

"have."

Simon immediately straightened his back, indicating that he would listen carefully.

Diss took out a business card from a book in front of him and handed it to Simon. Simon took the business card, which read:

"Vice President of Luojia Pastry Association - Angles."

"This is a believer of mine who comes to the church to pray every week. A few days ago, I asked him for his business card. Please pass it to Rasma. He needs it."

Simon blinked.

Puzzled:

"Master Rathma likes to eat pastries?"

"He doesn't like to eat it, but he likes the smell of the pastry, he thinks it gives him peace of mind."

"So that's the same reason as some people like incense." Simon was thoughtful.

"Yes."

Diss took the good things and walked around Simon to leave.

Simon followed up immediately after receiving the business card, and asked, "I have one more thing to ask you, and I hope to get your advice."

"explain."

"I originally thought that Lord Rathma came to Ruilan Region for the super-standard divine descent ceremony in Belwyn City, but now I feel that it doesn't seem to be the case."

"Yes."

"So, do you know what the real purpose of Lord Rasma's trip is?"

"I."

"you?"

"Yes."

Simon was shocked. He really didn't expect the old man in front of him to give such a direct answer.

"But you are still busy leading the believers to pray this morning."

"Simon."

"I am listening."

"If someone tells you that tomorrow the great God of Order will come back to the world, then what should you do today?"

"I... I don't know. Just thinking about this hypothesis makes my brain very messy. What do you think I should do?"

Diss laughed and replied;

"Before today is over, send the signed documents to the Ruilan District Management Office for filing and filing.

Since tomorrow has not yet come, you should still do what you do today seriously. "

"I understand. Thank you for your instruction." Simon stopped and put his hands on his chest facing the back of Diss who walked out of the church door. "I praise the order, and at the same time, I also praise your generosity."

"He doesn't need your praise." Rathma's voice emerged behind Simon.

"My lord." Simon saluted.

Rathma ignored his salute, and reached out to take the business card:

"Do you know what makes me most helpless about Diss?"

"I think……"

"I just want to talk to myself, not really want to hear your answer."

"terribly sorry."

"That is, he can throw out what you think is very important and give it to you casually. He doesn't need your gratitude because he doesn't care at all, such as the previous advice to you.

You have been stuck at the judge level for a while, the touch just now should be great, right? "

"Yes, before..."

"I can see that the power of faith in your body is colliding fiercely, which proves that you have received some kind of stimulation and enlightenment because of his previous words. You should find a quiet place now, sublimate your faith, and then stabilize it .”

"No, I think what I should do now is to send the documents back. This is my duty." Simon said.

When Rathma saw Simon saying this, the vortex of the power of faith in his body became more intense.

"You're a very talented little guy," Rathma said.

"Thank you for your appreciation."

Rathma suddenly stood there with a somewhat...complicated expression.

"What's wrong with you?" Simon asked.

"I suddenly remembered something. Many years ago, when I was very young, and Diss was also very young, we were selected by the church as a team to enter the deserted ruins for a trial.

The elders who led the team at that time appointed Diss as the captain of our team.

After the trial was successful, Diss once said to me:

'You're a very talented little guy. '"

Simon: "This..."

Rathma pointed to himself, then to Simon,

laughed;

"So the gap between me and him back then is already the same as you and me now?

But I just responded to him with a cold face: 'I hope you are in the competitor's team next time, then I will definitely make you pay for the previous words. '

So the older I get, the less I like to remember;

Especially when recalling things related to Diss, every time I recall, I will have a deeper understanding of how stupid I was back then. "

Simon dared not take the word;

"You just asked Diss, what is the purpose of my coming here?"

"Yes, I did."

"His answer is correct. The purpose of my coming here is for him. Maybe, in ten days at most, we will add another temple elder to the temple of the God of Order."

"My lord, are you talking about Judge Dis?"

"Anyone else?" Rathma asked back.

"So, are you representing the Divine Cult to prepare a grand reception ceremony for Master Diss?"

Rasma shook his head: "No."

"no?"

"I'm here to clean up the situation, which is the situation where he refused to enter the temple."

"Refused...to enter the temple?"

There was a look of shock on Simon's face. This is the biggest dream of every believer of Kosmos in this life.

"Don't be so shocked, didn't I say it before, the things you think are precious are often nothing in his eyes.

After the temple sensed that the divine religion was about to give birth to a new person who comprehends the profound meaning of order, it immediately carried out a divination and calculation. god. "

"Less than 10%?"

The following sentence from Rathma caused Simon to kneel directly to the ground.

"There is an 80% probability that he will summon the Sword of Order and aim it at our supreme... Temple of Order."

...

Diss was walking on the way home, and neighbors he knew would greet him from time to time, and Diss responded with a smile.

When approaching the door of the house, a figure wearing an old leather jacket appeared on the side of the road.

Diss stopped, looked at him, and said:

"I thought you'd keep avoiding me."

"I really wanted to stay in hiding forever," Rathma said truthfully, "but I don't have any more time because you don't have much time."

"Yes." Diess admitted.

"Over the years, I have not believed that you are really depressed, because on some tracks, some people can even lie down and turn over, and they can finish better than others running hard."

"Thanks."

"But I didn't expect that when I met again, the opponent I once thought was my lifelong opponent would already be eligible to enter the temple and become one of the noble existences that I would kneel down and worship."

"You know, Rathma..."

"Yes, I know, you are not interested in my worship." Rathma took a breath, "But I think we can talk."

"Yes." Diss said, "I want to negotiate with the Religion."

"You know, Diss, in this world, even those big orthodox churches don't have the confidence to say such things to our Order, and you are still a part of our order."

"I believe the temple has done some divination." Diss said calmly, "I can roughly guess the result of the divination. After all, it is my thoughts that are divined, isn't it?"

"You're crazy."

"I'm just tired, like a child playing building blocks. He was building blocks one by one with great enthusiasm and carefulness. He finally built a very high building, but suddenly he lost the game in front of him. interest, or to have fun.

So at this time, he often chooses to push down the tall building blocks with his own hands, and seeing the broken blocks scattered on the ground, not only will he not feel regret and heartache, but he will not realize how much he has just paid. All his hard work and thoughts are in vain; on the contrary, he will happily clap his hands and laugh. "

"You compare yourself to a child?"

"Because you are very afraid of this child."

Rathma placed his hands in front of him:

"I am here to negotiate with you in the name of the High Priest of the Cult of Order."

Diss shook his head and said, "Not today, seven days later, in the cemetery."

"Why?"

"Because I'm rushing home now to taste the lunch my grandson made with his own hands. In the afternoon, I plan to drink tea and chat with him. He has become a lot more cheerful recently and is often willing to chat with me.

I believe you will like him very much, a handsome and talkative young man, chatting with him is really a kind of enjoyment.

My daughter knitted a sweater for me, she plans to give it to me tomorrow, I want to try it, so that she can cut and modify it; she used to say some harsh words to me in pursuit of happiness, although now she returns Now I am living at home, but I know that she has always wanted to find an opportunity to apologize to me. I am going to release her and tell her that she will always be my most beloved daughter.

The day after tomorrow is my second daughter-in-law's birthday. She gave birth to a son and a daughter with my inconsequential son. It was not easy. I want to help her celebrate her birthday grandly.

In this family, she has always been very difficult. Not only does she need to be busy with the family business, but she also needs to take care of the life of the family. The Inmeles family owes her too much.

On the fourth day, my grandchildren have their final exams at school, and I will pray for them as I always do on the morning of their exams, so that they don't get nervous.

Mina is fine, she has always been calm; Lunt and Chris are more easily affected by emotions, they need people's care and encouragement.

The fifth day is the memorial day for my eldest son and daughter-in-law. I killed them myself. Every year on this day, I will silently mourn for them.

The sixth day is the funeral day of my friend Old Huofen. The people of Ruilan attach great importance to the whole day after the death of the deceased. He is my most frequent friend in the second half of my life. This is what I should do for him.

The seventh day is my grandson's fiancee's birthday, which coincidentally is also the birthday of my pet cat.

look,

In the next seven days, I will be very busy and have things to do.

So, I decided to set the date of the negotiation as seven days later, at this time after seven days. After I lead the believers to worship in the church, I am not in a hurry to go home. I will wait for you in the church... . "

"Your reasons are really detailed." Rasma said, "I'm sorry, I really can't help but want to reply to you: You actually postponed and set up negotiations with the temple because of these odds and ends. day?

diss,

do you know,

Not only am I here,

With me, there are also the spiritual thoughts of the three elders of the temple.

I am easy to talk, but do you think the three elders of the temple are as easy to talk as me? "

"Then you need to talk about it." Diss responded, "I set the date in seven days, and after seven days, there is still a certain probability that the temple will negotiate for me to make the final choice.

certainly,

You can choose five days, three days, one day, or even now.

But I think you should know what choice I will make. "

"Diss, you are blaspheming the God of Order."

There was a smile on the corner of Diss' mouth:

road:

"I haven't dealt with people's affairs well, so I don't have any leisure time to deal with God."

"I will convey your words to the three elders of the temple."

"Okay, excuse me, Rathma."

Diss pointed to the front:

"That's my home, you should know;

13 Mink Street.

Do you want to sit at my house? "

"No." Rasma directly refused, and then said, "Maybe in the future, I will have a chance to go inside."

After saying this, Rasma regretted it, and immediately corrected: "I was just joking, and I didn't mean to threaten you."

Diss nodded.

Rasma breathed a sigh of relief and said, "If there is no reply, it means that you have agreed to your negotiation request after seven days. I will leave first. By the way, thank you for your pastry shop business card."

As soon as the voice fell,

Rathma's figure turned into a black mist and dissipated on the spot, walking in a hurry, not daring to stay any longer.

Diss continued to walk forward, and when he reached the door of the house, he turned around and stood in front of the courtyard.

Diss recalled the conversation he had with Karen standing here that day:

"Karen, where is this place?"

"Home!"

...

I remember that at that time, Karen fell to the ground after answering, thanks to the golden fur underneath, otherwise the skin might be broken.

He knew that Karen was very scared at that time, because he really exuded killing intent, but Karen mistakenly believed that he was the one he wanted to kill.

Diss standing at the door of the house,

turn around slowly,

back to the gate,

His eyes swept around, and finally, he moved to the sky.

"after,

Inmeles House,

It will become a forbidden place for the church and even for God. "

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I came to Hainan to participate in the starting point event. After the update last night, I set off for the airport. I almost didn’t close my eyes all night due to the exhaustion of the boat. I wrote this chapter with my sleepiness.

That's one chapter for today.

Goodnight everyone, hugs everyone!