The heresy interrogation team launched a search and arrest involving almost the entire city in the holy city. They arrested some people, but they never found the handsome magician with a little maid by his side.
Although no one was caught, the Bureau of Inquisition is not a vegetarian. According to the information collected along the way, they found that this magician, except for his hair color, was a little strange, and he was suspected to be the Pope of the God of Wealth.
After reaching this conclusion, they were a little panicked and a little excited, and immediately reported it to the Pope.
After hearing this, the Pope of the God of Life Sect frowned slightly: "This is impossible. Do you think that the Pope of a sect would leave his territory at will and run into the enemy's house with only a maid, and along the way Still so loud?"
This question made the heretic interrogator speechless. The pope's reasoning was indeed very logical.
"Then, have you caught this young man pretending to be the Pope of Wealth?" Jiao Wang stared at the interrogator.
The heretic interrogator was still shaking his head. At this moment, he felt that he seemed to be a waste. He hadn't accomplished anything, and he ran to the Pope to show his merits
"Take it easy for a while." The Pope sighed and said, "Before you speak or act, you have to think clearly about things. You have good abilities, but your personality is too impulsive, otherwise you can be promoted to a higher position."
The Inquisitor stepped back in embarrassment. After leaving the pope's hall, he said viciously to his subordinates who had been waiting for a long time: "Dig three feet into the ground, and find out the fake pope who made fun of us, understand?"
As soon as this order came out, the sanctuary of the God of Life Sect was in a state of chaos for a while.
At this time, Beta was not in the sanctuary of the God of Life Sect. He is not a fool, knowing that his behavior will arouse the vigilance of the other party, naturally he will not continue to stay in the other party's base camp.
He left a hidden magic beacon on the outskirts of the Holy City of the God of Life, and then teleported back to Woking City.
Unlike Longekan, Hollevin is still in the tail of winter. The snow falling in and out of the city makes people feel a bit uncomfortably cold.
Not far from Woking City at this time, in the newborn elf forest, it is like spring all the year round, with birds chirping and insects chirping, full of vitality.
Such a scene naturally attracted the attention of many people. Some nobles and big businessmen in Woking City also wanted to move in, but they were all blocked, and they couldn't even get close to the periphery.
This naturally caused some resentment.
Then naturally there will be some not-so-good discussions, which will be circulated in a small circle.
When Beta came back from the outside, Angel reported the matter to him.
Holding the report and sitting in her arms, the former queen, Angel, Beta frowned slightly.
At this time Emma came in and saw her mother sitting on Beta's lap, her clothes pulled up to her shoulders. She blushed and rushed over. He pulled off his mother's clothes, then dragged her aside, and sat on Beta's lap.
This operation is fast and skillful.
Angel covered her mouth and smiled, then said to Beta: "It's my turn today, I'll wait for you tonight."
Seeing her mother leave, Emma blushed. She put her arms around Beta's neck and said affectionately, "You and mother take it easy. What if you give birth to a child and I give birth to another child, what should I do?"
Well... this is indeed a problem.
"But we've messed around with the problem before." Beta sighed: "Sometimes you're still caught in the middle."
"Don't say it." Emma shyly covered Beta's mouth, then threw a government affairs processing slip on the table and ran away.
Beta read the information given by Angel for a while, frowning slightly.
Not long after, Shirley came in, and she asked, "What do you plan to do about the nobles and merchant class who want to move to the Elven Woods?"
"Invite these four people over, and speak in a better tone." Beta clicked on the names above.
Shirley looked at the names of these people and said with a smile, "Okay."
The invitation soon reached the hands of three nobles and a big businessman. After getting the invitation, the first thing they did was to get together.
The wood in the fireplace was burning extremely vigorously. Viscount Sharp-Harry sat on the front seat, looking at his three allies.
As a fifty-seven-year-old man, he doesn't look old, but more like a young man in his thirties.
"His Majesty the Pope has already entertained us, and our thoughts must have been conveyed to his ears." He said with some pride: "In any case, our thoughts are at least correct. Next, we must be of one mind, Let His Majesty make concessions. The city is big, but all the power is in the hands of the Pope, which is not good."
The others smiled slightly.
But someone asked: "What if the Pope attacks us? Compared with him, our force is far behind."
"Impossible." Viscount Sharp said confidently: "The Cult of Wealth is an order-neutral sect, and they even tend to be kind. Such a sect, they cherish their reputation very much, and they will not attack people for no reason. .Especially if we're not using force."
"If you do that, it will violate the doctrine. Then, even the Pope's strength will be reduced, and maybe the gods will be angry."
Another question: "But I heard that the current pope is the appointed husband of the goddess."
"This is even more nonsense." Viscount Sharp said disdainfully: "Gods and mortals, do you think it is possible? Even if there is such a thing, it should be a legendary brave man, or a legendary dragon knight."
"The Pope is the Dragoon."
"Dragon knights are all fighters, and there has never been an example of a legal profession acting as a dragon knight." Sharp patted the table heavily, and a trace of jealousy flashed in his eyes: "He just used benefits, or threatened a dragon to become his mount, and Not a real dragon knight."
The other three did not speak.
"I still say the same thing, wealth and wealth are sought in danger." Sharp's tone became indifferent again: "I am 90% sure that I can use the teachings of the God of Wealth to force him to give in. Even if we don't open the elf forest to us, I can get some benefits. Now, those who are willing to make a fortune, just follow me, and those who feel hopeless, or think that I am incapable, and talk nonsense, please leave."
No one left.
Sharp nodded with satisfaction: "Everyone, go back and prepare. For the dinner tonight, we need to dress better."
At night, the hall of the City Lord's Mansion is lit up.
The delicious wine and delicacies produced by the Hero Banquet ability are fragrant.
The four Viscount Sharp came here one after another, and they found that besides the four of them, Beta also invited the Winter Wolf Saintess and Emilia, the envoy of the elves.
Viscount Sharp's expression changed slightly, but he was still confident.
When the guest of honor was seated, everyone was not in a hurry to chat about business, but chatted about romantic affairs while eating.
Emilia was very interested in fruit wine, and after drinking two more glasses, her cheeks turned slightly red.
The Winter Wolf Saintess was a little puzzled, and had been sizing up Beta, the three human nobles, and the businessman.
Beta waited for them to eat and drink enough, and when they had a good night, took advantage of the wine to turn the topic into a serious matter.
"Recently I heard some rumors, which are very interesting." Beta looked at Viscount Sharp: "It is said that our wealth religion is partial to the elves, and even the orcs. It is said that we are not as good as elves for humans. I don't know if there are any of you heard about it."
The Saintess of the Winter Wolf frowned. Although the Tyrant Wolf Clan had now joined Woking City, they were still regarded as outsiders in essence.
Convergence is not a matter of a few years or ten years, but at least a matter of decades.
Emilia had an indifferent expression on her face. She smiled at Beta and said, "I've been staying in the elf forest recently, and I don't know anything."
Beta looked across from him: "Viscount Sharp, do you know?"
"I've heard of it." Sharp nodded. He looked at Beta without much respect in his eyes: "I think there is some truth to the rumors."
Beta said curiously: "Why do you say that?"
"The elf forest in the south, why do we prohibit the people of Woking from entering. The elves can come to our city of Woking at any time, it's not fair."
Emilia's expression finally changed. She looked at Sharp and then at Beta, a little worried.
Beta nodded: "This rule is made by me. After all, the elves are a race that does not compete with the world, and they are not used to places that are too lively."
"We understand." Viscount Sharp said: "But we only need a fair, not too many people, as long as a few, or even a dozen people can live in it. Isn't the fairness among people the truth pursued by the God of Wealth?"
"You make a lot of sense." Beta nodded: "But you forgot one thing. The wetland is my territory. I rented that land to the elves, and they paid a lot of things. It's not a public place, no There is a question of fairness."
Lord Sharp frowned: "But most people don't see it that way."
"Most people see it that way. It's you who don't see it that way." Beta smiled with a sense of oppression: "Why do you want to live in the elf forest?"
Sharp looked at his three companions and gave a signal with his eyes.
The fat big businessman asked: "We don't have to live in the woods. Your Excellency the Pope. We are not greedy for your territory. We just want to understand why outsiders are treated so badly in our human world. Great courtesy. Whether it's the elves, the Frostwolf clan, or the orcs..."
"I still say the same thing. This is my territory, and I have the final say on what kind of policy I want to formulate. Whom I want to be good to is my business." Beta smiled: "Or, I How about formulating a luxury tax, the more luxury goods a family has, the more money it will collect?"
The businessman turned pale and laughed awkwardly. No more talking.
Sharp said lightly: "Pope, it's not good to help outsiders to oppress your own people. Woking City is indeed yours, but it belongs to the human race. At least, we humans built this city. Not
Orcs or elves. "