Seeing that Mi Xieer saw the number one, Noah put her hands on her hips and raised her head proudly: "I see, I guess well."
Regif nodded and replied, "Yes, yes, you are the best."
After the second competition, Joan had given up all hope of winning. Of course, the disappointment is not too great. For her, being able to stand on this high platform and show her brilliance and charm to everyone in Huo Levin is already something to be proud of.
Such things, she can boast for the rest of her life.
And Michel and Hilary faced each other tit-for-tat. Although they didn't make any physical movements, their eyes met occasionally, and it seemed as if countless sparks were flying.
I don't know if Woking did it on purpose, but whenever Michelle and Hilary look at each other, she will take a close-up double shot.
The fiery atmosphere spread throughout Hollevin.
Not to mention ordinary civilians, even the great nobles felt excited.
The young King Hollevin asked his lover, "Who do you think will win?"
"A bunch of little bitches, it doesn't matter who wins!"
"You can't say that. If the future saint knows what you said, even I may not be able to protect you."
"Your Majesty, can't you protect me?" the woman asked coquettishly, lying on the king's chest.
The king didn't speak, but just smiled in his heart.
A mistress who throws away after playing for a few months, on the other side is a saint of a powerful rising sect, he is more inclined to that side, it goes without saying.
Half an hour later, Angel announced the content of the third final.
"The third competition is for the 20 alternate saintesses to talk about their ruling philosophy after becoming a saintess."
Angel's words shocked everyone in Huo Levin and everyone with a certain status. The term "governing philosophy" is out of reach of ordinary people, and they don't understand what it means. Only those in high positions, and the offspring they raise, will know the word.
Let a saint tell about her ruling philosophy
Could this be the Pope of the God of Wealth Sect, a small way to confirm whether the new saint will be of the same heart as him
"In order to prevent the alternate saintesses from influencing each other, each of them will stay in the sound-proof barrier before they leave the stage. They don't know what the people in front say, and they don't know what the people behind say. In this way To ensure the fairness of the game."
As soon as these words came out, the people of insight applauded.
Most of the civilians who don't have much knowledge and logical thinking ability just applaud along with the big shots.
Anyway, the game started with Angel's announcement.
Each alternate saint gets a number, which is randomly drawn.
One by one, the alternate saints were named and told about their ruling philosophy.
Joan stayed in the sound-proof barrier behind, and could only see the background of the forerunners, but couldn't hear what they were saying at all.
It can only be vaguely seen from the intensity of the applause of the onlookers in the distance, whether they speak well or not.
Among them, Michelle and Hillary gave the most intense applause, and Laura was not bad either.
Others are so-so, it seems to be just a polite applause.
Joan was second to last. When she walked out, she was very nervous when she saw the dark crowd in the distance.
They didn't need to talk in the previous two games, just walk around in the first game, and just play the organ in the second game.
But now, he had to speak, and he had to speak out his thoughts well.
She began to feel that the distant scenery was distorted, and her chest felt a little stuffy. She has tried this feeling before, it seems to be called heatstroke
At this time, Angel came over, put a ball of loudspeaker magic energy ball in her hand, and said softly at the same time: "Don't be nervous, just say what comes to mind."
Feeling the comforting tone in Angel's words, Joan calmed down a little. She glanced at the sky, and there was a picture of her in the sky.
Parents and relatives far away must have seen me too.
The mood slowly calmed down at this point, and Joan opened her mouth.
"If I become a saint, the first thing I will do is to build small temples in more poor villages and send more priests to serve the poor people."
These words made many nobles shake their heads again and again.
"The second thing is to build a water conservancy project. The God of Wealth has been building roads, but I think this is not enough. Once there are roads, there must be waterways. And after the waterways are smooth, there will be no so many floods Show up. Save more lives.”
The nobles in Huo Levin shook their heads vigorously. Although the dream is beautiful, the saintess has never thought about how much money is needed to build water conservancy. Besides, she is blatantly accusing the current pope of lack of ability and lack of foresight.
It's cold, it's really cold.
"The third thing is that I hope that the God of Wealth Church in the future can train more female pastors."
"That's my three thoughts, thanks!"
Joan stooped and stepped to the back. She felt that she had no chance at all, and she saw that almost no one was applauding in the distance.
And at the top, the Pope asked the beautiful woman he felt with a cold face.
Beta felt like she was questioning Shirley: "Did you teach some concepts to her in advance?"
"No, we didn't do anything," Shirley explained.
"Then how does she know what I'm going to do next, even the order is right."
"Talent?" Shirley asked back.
"Then this talent is too scary."
When Joan walked to the back, Hilary and Michelle gloated at their misfortune. They couldn't hear what Joan was saying, but after Joan finished speaking, they could see the audience's reaction and the reaction of Woking's senior management on the high platform. The ruling philosophy of these two people is to speak from the standpoint of nobles and wealthy businessmen, which naturally won a lot of applause.
Those civilians who don't understand how the ruling philosophy affects their lives also applaud along with the big shots.
As for Joan who really spoke for them, they didn't understand, and the nobles would not approve of such a girl, and of course there would be no applause for her.
The last alternate saint finished speaking about the idea, and then, under Angel's command, they walked back to the high platform, waiting for Woking's senior management to designate the winner of this round.
Hilary and Michel seemed quite proud. They believed that the winner of this round could only be chosen by the two of them.
Almost all the people in Huo Levin think so.
"Then please His Majesty the Pope to point us to the winner of the third match."
With the help of loudspeaker magic, Angel spread Ruannon's voice throughout Woking City.
"Based on our discussions, the winner of this round is..."
"Joan!"
All the nobles and wealthy businessmen stared wide-eyed, and His Majesty King Huo Laiwen’s wine glass fell to the ground. After a while, his wide-eyed eyes slowly changed back to their original state, and at the same time he laughed loudly: “As expected of Beta—— Leon, his style of work is indeed different from that of us ordinary people."
Hillary and Michel also found it incredible, but they dare not doubt a real pope.
Joan covered her mouth, she found it even more inconceivable than the other two strong competitors.
"Your Majesty the Pope, can you tell me the reason why you chose Joan." Angel shouted to Beta from the air.
"Joan spoke about the philosophy of our God of Wealth, and what she said was also the plan that our God of Wealth will carry out." Beta paused: "Just now I thought someone revealed the next secret of our God of Wealth, But after inquiring, it was found that it was not. So I have reason to believe that Joan is a real genius with the potential of a saint."
"Everyone is one point now, what should we do?" Angel asked.
"It's up to the goddess to decide." Beta said with a smile: "The goddess has been watching the game, I believe she has her own judgment."
As soon as Beta finished speaking, a golden light descended from the sky, covering Joan inside.
"The winner is out." Beta sat back on his seat.
Shirley flew up and floated in front of Joan.
Joan knelt down on her knees very consciously. Under the 'watching' of all the people in Hollevin, Shirley took off the crystal crown from her head and solemnly put it in front of Joan.
Joan stood up, with tears all over her face, and white illusion petals were floating in the sky of Hollevin.
Everyone knows that Woking is using this method to celebrate the birth of a new saint.
...
...
Although it has been a month since the election of the Holy Maiden, the whole country of Hollevin is still discussing what happened that day.
The candidate saintesses who failed the election didn't get the noble title, but they got enough 'popularity'.
After all, they are girls who have been certified by a divine religion and have the potential of a saint.
Most importantly, they are both virgins.
Soon they were pursued almost crazily by men from Hollevin.
Even the young His Majesty the King extended an invitation to Hillary.
As for Beta, it is natural to gain a lot.
"In the past month, the number of people applying to settle in the city has reached 200,000." Shirley said with a smile: "In addition, the number of caravans passing through our city has also increased by two percent compared to the previous month. Hundreds. Many caravans would rather take a longer detour, and come to Woking City to stay for a few days.”
"The reputation has gone out." Beta nodded with satisfaction.
"In addition, the goddess asked me to tell you that her current divine power has returned to one-third of its original level. After the maiden audition, there are many shallow believers and orthodox believers who believe in her. In addition, use the small golden card There are more and more people.”
Beta took a slight breath: "It shouldn't be all good news."
"Yeah." Shirley nodded her head: "Katie handed over a report, you should read it yourself."
After reading it, Beta felt quite a headache: "I didn't expect that they would dare to commit crimes against the wind. Inform Katie, let's do it. Although he is also my student, this is too much. I won't protect him. Can't guarantee it, just kill it."
Shirley said worriedly: "Beta, are you okay?"
"fine!"
Beta's smile was a bit far-fetched.
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