Noble Emblem

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Monica is lying on the bed and eating fruit. Her upper body was tightly wrapped in a circle of white gauze, which highlighted the huge bulging buns.

It trembles every time it moves.

Regarding the fact that she was seriously injured, she didn't feel any anger in her heart. Instead, she was still secretly happy.

After being injured, she lost a lot of blood and passed out. When I woke up, I realized that my left ribcage had been ripped open by Beta and a long gash had been created. Through the gash, I could even see her red heart.

Of the five alternate bishops, two were killed by Beta despite heavy protection, and three were seriously injured. As for the guards, they suffered heavy casualties.

Under the investigation of the Heretic Inquisition, the Temple of Life 'defined' Beta and the knight in golden armor as two powerful warriors who were close to legends.

But Monica knew very well that the knight in golden armor should be Beta's summons. In other words, Beta alone can challenge the high-end combat power of the Temple of Life without much use of magic.

You know, Beta's most powerful thing is magic.

If you use magic again, you might be able to force your way through the Temple of Life Cathedral a few times and then leave safely on your own.

Such a powerful man, and young... Even now, Monica's mind still flashes the scene when Beta was killing everyone.

And when he recalled his long sword mercilessly cutting through his chest, his heart began to beat. He could even recall the strange trembling that occurred all over his body when he was enveloped in his murderous intent.

Ah...wet.

On the hospital bed, she subconsciously twisted the quilt with her legs, biting a strand of hair into her mouth.

After a while, Monica murmured lazily, as if she had just woken up, "I'm a little envious of Sasha and Mu Lin."

Beta teleported back to Waking City again.

The feeling of teasing the enemy in the palm of your hand over and over like this... is really great.

Then he found Judy and made out all night. Probably only Judy, a foreigner with a special physique, can make Beta happy.

In the following days, Beta dealt with the accumulated government affairs that had to be decided by him. These were not big things, but Shirley would still keep them.

In fact, she can handle these things, but she won't do this.

Because she was afraid of leaving Beta with the feeling that the latter was being ignored. The higher she reached, the more careful she had to be. She was not afraid that Beta would change, but that the people below would think that she had taken over the power of the cult.

If such an idea really arises, it will have a very negative impact on the stability of the temple.

Since the public trial, all the nobles and big businessmen in Waking City have become much more cautious in their actions, and they no longer dare to speak out the "random" words that they used to say.

When the mercenaries saw that even the nobles were sent to labor camps, they were even more frightened and behaved themselves.

The population of Watkin City is steadily increasing. Now it's not that Beta is begging others to settle here, but he is starting to deliberately screen out the residents.

From the beginning, almost all comers were refused, to the purchase of citizenship rights at high prices. But now, Beta has put down new measures, and gold coins are no longer easy to use. You must be a believer in the Cult of Wealth, even a casual believer, and you must have a certain skill.

A 'parent' can bring up to five family members to live in Waking City, which means that there are more and more talents in Waking City.

At the same time, Beta began to plan to pilot a "civilian elementary school" where ordinary children after the age of six can attend without tuition fees and only need to pay a small "tool" fee.

In fact, there is no need to pay this fee, but due to 'humanity' considerations, no one is willing to cherish something that is completely free. Therefore, everyone must have some money. This money can be afforded by ordinary families, which is only twenty copper coins per semester.

This incident caused a great sensation in Waking City. The nobles were secretly laughing at him, thinking that the Pope was just showing up. The tuition fee of twenty copper coins could not teach anything, and most of them would be used as coolies.

Not only do they think so, but most ordinary civilians also think so. After all, the tuition for ‘literacy’ is calculated word by word in silver coins.

Two schools were built. At first, only a small number of civilian children were enrolled. Their elders were all true believers in the Cult of Wealth. They believed that the Pope, who had always done good things, would not fool them casually.

As a result, on the third day of school, the whole city was boiling.

The God of Fortune's schools teach children literacy from the first day and also teach arithmetic.

Upon hearing the news, all the children of school age were brought to the school teacher by their parents and asked to be accepted.

But the school has already started, so it will not accept students for the time being and let them come back next year.

Many parents regret leaving, so much that their intestines turn green.

In Beta's study, Emma asked curiously: "Why don't you accept those civilian students? After all, the school only has three days to start. As long as you teach them carefully, they should be able to keep up."

"Rules are the most important when things appear for the first time." Beta said: "Before the official start of school, we already said that registration will no longer be accepted after the start of school, and you have to wait until next year. Since the rules have been set, you must abide by them. Otherwise no one would take this new thing seriously.”

Emma nodded, indicating that she understood.

At this time, Shirley came in, smiled at Emma, ​​and then said: "Beta, the nobles sent a few old people to talk to you."

"Mostly I want to talk about school matters." Beta thought for a while and said, "Let them wait for me in the hall."

"Okay." Shirley walked out of the door, then turned back to Emma and said, "By the way, there is a very handsome young man outside looking for you."

Emma looked strange.

Beta then got up and went to the hall. There, there were four old people and a middle-aged man waiting.

When they saw Beta coming, they all stood up and bowed slightly, which was enough to show him the respect of the pope.

Beta also nodded slightly, then he sat on the chair, asked the five people to sit down, and asked: "Several of you are here, what do you want to talk to me about?"

They seemed to have made preparations before coming. The oldest noble stood up and said: "Your Majesty the Pope, before getting down to business, I want to ask you a question."

"Please say."

"Do you consider yourself a noble?"

This question... Beta guessed what the other party wanted to say. It was nothing more than a non-stop attitude of saying nothing surprising. If he followed their words and answered, he would be very passive. And the way to deal with it is also very simple, just be more shocking than what they say, or just do the opposite.

"no."

Beta said calmly.

As soon as these words came out, several nobles looked at each other. Especially the face of the old nobleman who spoke was almost deformed and twisted.

"Hahahaha..." The old nobleman laughed awkwardly for a while, and then said after a while: "His Majesty the Pope, you are so funny. If you are not a nobleman, how can you become a lord and how can you get this territory."

Beta looked at the old man quietly: "Since you know this common sense thing, why do you bother to ask me? Do you think I have a lot of time?"

This way of speaking was completely out of routine and common sense, which made the old noble's face even more painful.

After another ten seconds of awkward silence, the old nobleman finally endured his anger and said, "His Majesty the Pope, I really want to talk to you."

"Then just tell the truth directly and don't use any cliché conversation techniques."

It's not that Beta doesn't respect the elderly, but after knowing their purpose, these people are not worthy of his respect.

Taking a deep breath, the old nobleman was so angry that he almost vomited blood. Several noblemen behind him quickly patted his back to help him calm down.

After a while, the old nobleman said: "Since His Majesty the Pope does not want to beat around the bush, I will speak frankly. All of us nobles in Watkin City hope that you can close the two civilian schools."

it is as expected.

Beta leaned sideways and asked, "Why do you want me to close the school? There must be a reason."

The old noble said: "Writing is noble, and noble things can only be learned by us nobles and some talented people. Pope, you want to teach writing to those poor people, are you not thinking too much?"

The words sounded soft, but the meaning behind them was very serious. It was almost like pointing at Beta's nose and calling him an idiot.

Beta smiled and said: "You mean that only nobles can learn writing in the future? Who gave you the power to think so?"

"This is a rule!" the old noble said indignantly: "Your Majesty the Pope, the reason why we nobles are nobles is because we have the right to enjoy nobler things. Whether it is writing or art. This has been a custom for thousands of years. It is the power given to us by our ancestors.”

This is class solidification...the nobles will fight tooth and nail to maintain their class superiority.

When one or two people turn from commoners to nobles, they won't say anything.

But a large number of civilians began to become literate, which was bound to impact the knowledge monopoly of the aristocratic class.

And when a large number of poor people become literate, knowledge will inevitably flow 'downward', and the natural advantages of the nobles will slowly cease to exist.

Naturally, they cannot see this with their eyes, but their instinct tells them that allowing the Pope to do this will be bad for their aristocratic class.

"What are you afraid of?" Beta said slowly: "Even if the civilians are literate, they can't threaten you. Do they have money? Do they have power? How can they fight you if they have nothing?"

The old nobleman keenly discovered the loophole in Beta's words: "Since it has no effect, why do you, Pope, teach the children of common people to read?"

"Because I want to train more pastors!"

Beta gave a very legitimate reason.

He doesn't want to go against the nobles of the world, at least not now. After the roots of the Wealth God Cult have taken root in several countries, it will not be too late to declare war on these nobles.

Beta had finally made the God of Wealth into what it is now, not just to get a pope for fun.

People's ideas and ideals will change according to their own abilities and the resources they have at hand.