Monica is lying on the bed, eating fruit. Her upper body was tightly bound by a circle of white gauze, which made the turbulent bun stand out.
It trembles when it moves.
Regarding the fact that she was seriously injured, she didn't have any anger in her heart, but she was still secretly happy.
After being injured, she lost a lot of blood and passed out. Only after waking up did she realize that Beta had directly cut a long opening in her left chest cavity, and through the opening, she could even see her bright red heart.
Among the five alternate bishops, under heavy protection, two of them were killed by Beta, and three were seriously injured. As for the guards, they suffered heavy casualties.
Under the investigation of the Heresy Inquest, the Temple of Life 'defined' Beta and the Golden Armored Knight as two powerful warriors close to legend.
But Monica knew very well that the golden knight should be Beta's summoner. In other words, Beta can challenge the high-end combat power of the Temple of Life without much use of magic.
You know, the most powerful thing about beta is magic.
If he used magic again, he might be able to forcibly kill a few times in the Cathedral of the Temple of Life before leaving safely on his own.
Such a powerful man, yet young... Until now, the scene of Beta killing all directions still appeared in Monica's mind from time to time.
And when he thought of his long sword cutting his chest mercilessly, his heart began to throb. He could even recall the strange trembling all over his body when he was shrouded in his killing intent.
Ah... wet.
She subconsciously twisted the quilt with her legs on the hospital bed, 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 Woking City again.
The feeling of teasing the enemy in the palm of your hand like this... is really great.
Then, he finds Judy for a night of making out. Probably only Judy, a foreigner with a unique physique, can make Beta happy.
In the next few days, Beta dealt with the government affairs that had piled up and 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 it.
Because she was afraid of leaving Beta with a feeling that the latter was being emptied. The more she got to a high position, Xue Li felt that she had to be more careful. She was not afraid that Beta would change, but that the people below felt that she had already controlled the power of the divine religion.
If such an idea really appears, it will have a rather adverse impact on the stability of the temple.
Since the public trial, all the nobles and big businessmen in Woking City have become much more cautious in their actions, and they dare not speak casually what they said before.
And when the mercenaries saw that even the nobles were sent to labor camps, they were even more frightened to behave themselves.
The population of Woking is steadily increasing. Now it's not that Beta is begging others to come and settle here, but that he has begun to intentionally screen the residents.
From the beginning, almost all comers were accepted, to the purchase of civil rights at a high price. But now, Beta has put down new measures, and gold coins are no longer easy to use. You must be a believer in the God of Wealth, even a shallow believer, and you must have a skill.
A 'parent' can bring up to five family members to live in Woking City, which also makes Woking City more and more talents.
At the same time, Beta began to plan to pilot the "civilian primary school", where ordinary children after the age of six can attend the school, exempt from tuition fees, and only need to pay a small amount of "tool" fee.
In fact, this fee can be exempted, but out of "humanity" considerations, no one is willing to cherish something that is completely free. Therefore, everyone must contribute some money, which is affordable by most families, which is only twenty copper coins for a semester.
This incident caused a great commotion in the city of Woking, and the nobles laughed secretly, thinking that the pope was just showing off, and that the tuition fee of twenty copper coins, if he could teach anything, was probably spent on coolies.
Not only do they think so, but most ordinary civilians also think so. After all, the tuition fee for 'literacy', character by character, has to be calculated in silver coins.
Two schools were built. At the beginning, only a small number of civilian children were enrolled. Their elders were all orthodox believers of the God of Wealth. I believe that the Pope, who has always done good deeds, would not fool them casually.
As a result, on the third day of school, the whole city was boiling.
The school taught by the God of Wealth teaches children to read and write from the first day, and also to teach arithmetic at the same time.
Upon hearing the news, all school-age children were brought to the school teacher by their parents, begging the teacher to accept them.
But the school has already opened, so students are not admitted for the time being, let them come back next year.
Many parents regret leaving, regretting so much that their intestines are green.
In Beta's study room, Emma asked curiously: "Why don't you accept those ordinary students? Anyway, there are only three days to start school. As long as you teach carefully, they should be able to keep up."
"The rules are the most important for things that appear for the first time." Beta said: "Before the official start of the school, I have already said that I will not accept registration after the school starts, and I have to wait until next year. Now that the rules are set, then we must abide by them. Otherwise no one would take this nascent thing seriously."
Emma nodded, indicating that she understood.
At this time Shirley came in, smiled at Emma, and said, "Beta, the nobles have sent some old people to talk to you."
"Mostly I want to talk about the school." Beta thought for a while and said, "Let them wait for me in the lobby."
"Okay." Shirley walked out the door, then turned to Emma and said, "By the way, there is a very handsome young man looking for you outside."
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 got up and saluted slightly, which was enough to give him face as the Pope.
Beta also nodded slightly, then he sat down on a chair, asked the five of them to sit down, and asked, "Sirs, what do you want to talk to me about?"
They seemed to have made preparations before coming, and the oldest nobleman stood up and said, "Your Majesty the Pope, before I get down to business, I want to ask you a question."
"Please say."
"Do you consider yourself an aristocrat?"
This question... Beta guessed what the other party wanted to say, and it was nothing more than a set of words that were not surprising and endless. If you followed their words, you would be very passive. And the way to deal with it is also very simple, it is more shocking than what they said, or just the other way around.
"no."
Beta said lightly.
As soon as these words came out, several nobles looked at each other in blank dismay. Especially the old nobleman who spoke, his face was almost deformed and distorted.
"Hahahaha..." The old nobleman smiled awkwardly, and after a while he said, "Your Majesty the Pope, you are really humorous. If you are not a nobleman, how could you become a lord, how could you get this territory."
Beta looked at the old man quietly: "Since you know this common-sense thing, why do you need to ask me? Do you think I have a lot of time?"
This completely unconventional and common sense way of speaking made the old nobleman's face twitch even more uncomfortable.
There was another tens of seconds of awkward silence, and the old noble finally held back his anger and said, "Your Majesty, I seriously want to talk to you."
"Then tell the matter directly, and don't play with the conversation skills of falsehood and cliché."
It's not that Beta doesn't respect the elderly, but that these people don't deserve his respect after knowing their reason for coming.
Taking a deep breath, the old nobleman almost vomited blood in anger, and the few noblemen behind him quickly patted his back to help him calm down.
After a while, the old nobleman said, "Since His Majesty the Pope doesn't want to beat around the bush, I'll just say it straight. All the nobles in Woking City, I hope you can close the two civilian schools."
it is as expected.
Beta leaned on her side and asked, "Why do you want me to close the school? There must be a reason."
The old nobleman said: "Writing is noble, and noble things can only be learned by us nobles and some talented people. Pope, you want to teach those poor ghosts, is it not a little thoughtful?"
These words sound soft, but the meaning in the words is very serious, which is close to pointing at Beta's nose and calling him an idiot.
Beta laughed and said, "You mean that only the nobles can learn writing in the future? Who gave you the right to think so?"
"This is the rule!" The old nobleman said with righteous indignation: "Your Majesty, the reason why we nobles are nobles is because we have the right to enjoy more noble 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... Nobles will desperately maintain their class superiority.
One or two people have changed from commoners to nobles, and they won't say anything.
However, a large number of civilians have become literate, which will definitely impact the knowledge monopoly of the aristocracy.
And when a large number of poor people start to read and write, knowledge will flow 'downward', and the natural advantages of nobles will gradually disappear.
Naturally they couldn't see this from their eyes, but their instincts told them that if the Pope was allowed to do this, it would 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? They have nothing, how can they fight with you?"
The old nobleman keenly discovered the loophole in Beta's words: "Since it is useless, why do you want to teach the children of common people to read, Pope?"
"Because I want to train more pastors!"
Beta said a very legitimate reason.
He doesn't want to fight against the nobles of the world now, at least not now. After the roots of the Wealth Religion take root in several countries, it will not be too late to declare war on these nobles.
Beta managed to make the Wealth Cult into what it is now, not just to play with the pope.
People's ideas and ideals will change with their own abilities and resources at hand.