Wandering Knight Start: I have a simple data panel

Benedict recalled for a while with an ugly face, and soon he was discouraged.

The aliens were becoming more and more troublesome. He could only report such things, but he had no way to deal with them.

Turning his head to look at Roushan, he smiled: "As expected of a boatswain with rich combat experience, your observation is sharp. I will apply for a formal establishment for you after I return."

Benedict had forgotten that he had despised civilian armed sailors before.

Roushan naturally had no objection to this.

Taking this opportunity, joining the Evolver Provisional Administration is the fastest way to expand influence.

His goal is not to be an official, and such tasks will naturally be carried out by others.

But if you want to develop faith, trust is actually very important. With a layer of official skin, he believes that he will be able to make progress soon.

Because he is just a temporary worker, the next thing has nothing to do with Roushan.

Leaving the team leader Benedict to deal with the scene, Roushan has gone home leisurely.

Although his previous property was squandered, he had a house and a car.

Opening the door, there was a cardboard box inside the door that had not been returned for a long time.

Roushan was not surprised. He bent down to pick up the box and opened the seal.

Sure enough, there were sculptures sent by His Highness.

Each statue of god was emitting a faint glow.

But it was not very obvious. If you have poor eyesight, you probably won't notice it.

Roushan looked serious. He felt a special spiritual power from the sculpture in front of him, or... the will of the gods?

He was not sure, so he was extra careful.

He took out the small boxes that housed the statues and neatly stacked them.

Thinking that he would report to the Administration tomorrow, he first took out a very small statue, and after thinking about it, he took out a sculpture like an amulet and hung it around his waist.

...

The next day, at the Evolver Temporary Administration, Roushan had just talked to the team leader Benedict on the phone, and the other party asked him to go upstairs to find him directly.

After passing the inspection of the gate, relying on the permission of a temporary worker, Roushan easily came to the office.

But Benedict was not there, fortunately he arranged for other team members to receive him.

"Brother Rosen, right? We met yesterday," the man in charge of reception was very enthusiastic, probably because he had seen Benedict's performance yesterday.

"What's your name, brother?" Roushan has become much more tactful.

"Just call me Bacchus!"

Facing powerful evolvers, most people choose to be friendly.

Bacchus took this opportunity to introduce the situation of the temporary management bureau to Roushan.

"... Like yesterday's situation, fortunately Brother Rosen found it early, otherwise we would all be scolded. Several directors above are hostile to us evolvers and will not miss the opportunity to suppress the team leader..."

The temple is small and the demons are strong. Roushan has adapted to the magical environment of the scales.

He felt that Bacchus' words might be a bit watery and subjective. The director of the management bureau probably didn't want to suppress the evolvers, but just a normal political means.

It's like training a dog, to prevent him from biting the owner, and to let him bite people.

But when Benedict came back, Roushan's idea changed.

Benedict rushed back, his face was dark. He saw Roushan was obviously stunned, and then called him into the office alone.

Bucks wanted to follow, but was also glared back by Benedict.

"Sit down, Rosen."

Benedict took care of Roushan to sit down, and personally brought him a glass of water.

Roushan already felt that something was wrong, this was not a normal attitude.

Sure enough, Benedict said aggrievedly and apologetically: "I'm sorry, your establishment cannot be approved for the time being."

Roushan's premonition became a reality. Of course, he didn't care about the shitty establishment. In an ignorant civilized regime, the establishment is useless.

But he felt that there was a problem here. Benedict's confidence yesterday was not fake.

"I want to hear the truth." Roushan wanted to know the reason.

Benedict hesitated for a moment, and finally gave up: "Forget it, there is no need to hide this from them. I applied for your position yesterday in an expedited manner, and took the fast track for special periods. It has been approved today, but he intercepted it."

Roushan thought this was a gray joke. What's the point of intercepting this kind of position? Would someone with this background come to the front line to fight for his life?

But after he asked the question in his heart, Benedict looked at him like a fool: "I finally know why you always lose money in business.

They want this position, but they won't come to work."

Secondment, secondment, do you understand?

If you meet someone who doesn't care, you have to continue to pay your salary.

Roushan, who just thought Basque was extreme, suddenly felt that he was too conservative.

The scale tribe is really rotten... As expected, they urgently need to purify themselves.

Meat Mountain suddenly asked, "Are there many such things? Are we Evolvers bullied like this?"

Benedict nodded depressedly, "Anyway, there are many, and some people even deliberately provoke us."

As for the reason, of course, he wants to see them make mistakes, otherwise how can he continue to fight.

After all, the Scale Clan is mostly ordinary people at present, and the powerful and noble who lag behind will suppress dissidents through various means.

Meat Mountain suddenly asked, and took out the box from his bag.

"Team leader, didn't I ask you about your faith yesterday?

I think the true God has come, and we are the ones favored by God."

Roshan took the opportunity to sell, and Benedick looked helpless.

In fact, since the beginning of evolution, he has encountered too many cults.

Even within the Provisional Administration, there are various strange beliefs.

Of course, as long as you abide by the law, no one will care.

After hesitating for a moment, Benedick accepted the statue for the sake of Roshan, a believer with strong martial arts.

"Let me remind you, Rosen, you have a bright future, please don't commit any crime."

"Of course, I'm still waiting to welcome the true god to come, but I won't send myself in first." Roshan said with an expression like "I am a good man."

Seeing that he was serious about what he said, Benedick also felt that this guy didn't look like a fanatical believer.

Appropriate faith, at times like this, may not actually be a bad thing.

Some positive beliefs help evolvers to constrain their own behavior.

"Can I ask who the god you believe in is?"

"Of course he is the great fallen angel, the angelic spirit who spreads darkness and fallenness, the true god who brings evolution and the future." Roshan blurted out the teachings, not necessarily pious, but absolutely in awe.

Benedick frowned. Not only was it a new divine name, but it also didn't sound like a serious idea.

In this world, there are various new gods compiled every day. He doesn't find it strange, but Roshan is his favorite general, so don't go astray.