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Several nobles went back. Although they felt that it was not right, Beta's reason was also very legitimate. He built a school to train priests, which was very reasonable.
A pastor must be literate, otherwise what kind of pastor is he called
But they always feel that something is wrong.
But can't find anything wrong. After all, the vision is still not long-term enough, and there is no way to compare with Beta born in the information age.
The objections of the nobles were temporarily suppressed.
In the next few days, Beta finished handling the government affairs at hand, and also received some foreign guests and envoys. Most of the envoys are very reliable and they speak very nicely.
But there was also an idiot who came out of nowhere, saying that he was the country of Calibria, and actually ordered Beta to hand over the large teleportation array, otherwise they would send 20,000 troops to crush the Cult of Fortune.
Beta was not polite to such an idiot, he was beaten to death and thrown outside the city.
After resting for a few days, Beta teleported to the Holy City of the Temple of Life.
According to the previous agreement, Beta stayed at the mercenary union to do some small tasks, neither low-key nor conspicuous.
During this period, he was invited by many teams to form a team. Many teams are quite interested in such a handsome magic swordsman like him.
How many of them are interested in his face, and how many of them are interested in the strength he displayed is another matter.
Beta has completed a task of digging magic plants and is handing it in. The waitress at the counter looked at him affectionately, and unconsciously puffed up her chest.
He has been here for about ten days, and every day he completes one or two tasks that look simple but are actually not too easy.
And during this period of time, Beta neither drank heavily nor went to visit any stray warblers. He cleans himself up and speaks politely and kindly, he is simply a clean stream in the mercenary world.
Originally, he had a handsome face, but he turned out to have a good personality and ability. Whenever a woman saw her, she would find that person annoying.
Beta smiled at the counter maid and took away her mission reward.
Over the past ten days, he has earned more than three gold coins from missions. It sounds pitifully small, but in the eyes of the young people in the mercenary world, this is already a lot of money, and Beta's efficiency is extremely high.
He could earn more than three gold coins in ten days. If he was given a year, would he be able to earn a hundred gold coins
It takes about a year to buy a knighthood.
No mercenary group would want such a talent.
But the problem is that Beta rejected everyone's solicitation and just went it alone. During the period, some people threatened him and even wanted to block him in some remote places.
As a result, many people disappeared, and many people were beaten to death and left on the side of the road.
Now the entire mercenary union knows that this young magic swordsman is not to be messed with.
When he was about to leave the mercenary union, there was a loud noise at the door. Then I saw a charming female priest in a light green slim-fit robe walking in.
Behind her, there were four mercenaries with astonishing momentum, and they were quite powerful at first glance.
In Beta's field of vision, it was found that the levels of these four people were all close to masters.
This female pastor is naturally the recently incomparable bishop Celia. About a month ago, although she was almost assassinated, there were only three bishop candidates left, so she became the new bishop unconditionally.
According to the rules of the Temple of Life, the new bishop has the right to form his own small team. With a small team, the new bishop can choose to leave the sanctuary and build a temple in another city to promote the teachings, or he can stay in the sanctuary as an internal affairs officer to assist the internal work of the cathedral.
Many people choose to put it outside, after all, the sky is high and the emperor is far away. If you go out, you can choose to be a little emperor.
Celia, of course, chose to stay in the holy city.
This is also normal, most female bishops will make the same choice.
And now, Bishop Celia, came to the mercenary union to select candidates.
Beta left in no hurry and sat down.
And Celia saw Beta at the first sight, her eyes lit up, but she didn't go directly to Beta, but went to the counter and asked the waitress for Beta's information.
The waitress looked at the beautiful Celia, and was extremely reluctant to show him the profile of that handsome young man, but after considering the difference in status between the two parties, she had to give it to Celia, and then walked aside sadly. Sad.
Celia pretended to read Beta's information for a while, then walked up to the latter and said, "Are you interested in becoming my subordinate?"
Beta pretended not to know her, looked her up and down for a while, and asked, "What can I get?"
"Enough money." Celia sat in front of Beta, raised her legs, the robe seemed to be pulled above her knees inadvertently, and her white calves looked so drooling: "Maybe there is still power."
Beta shook her head: "Not interested."
Celia propped her chin with both hands, looked at him with interest, and continued: "What if you add beauty?"
"If it's you, it's not impossible." Beta said arrogantly.
As soon as these words came out, the next four professionals immediately became quite hostile to Beta. The four of them also had some special meaning for Celia, otherwise they wouldn't easily become subordinates of a priest.
"Alright." Celia smiled charmingly.
At this time, a certain professional behind her finally couldn't bear it anymore. Said aloud: "Boy, it's wrong to say that to your employer, be careful with your third leg."
Beta glanced at him, and said to Celia: "Your subordinates seem to have a problem with me?"
At this time, Celia turned her head and said coldly to the professional who had just spoken, "You are fired now."
The professional was stunned: "Ma'am, I'm helping you speak."
"I don't dare to ask for a subordinate who can help the master make decisions." Celia's expression became a little cold: "I want to live longer."
The professional looked more and more gloomy: "Are you sure you won't give me another chance?"
Celia smiled softly: "I gave you a chance, if one day you want to help me make a decision again, who will give me a chance at that time?"
The man nodded, turned around and left without ink marks.
"Okay, now the person in the way is gone." Celia looked at Beta: "Can you promise me?"
Beta stood up, and Celia took the initiative to hold his hand, looking very friendly.
After Celia and Beta left, a group of rough men in the mercenary union sighed: "Young boys are good, you can hook up with women casually."
Celia, that is, Monica brought Beta back to her residence. The three professionals were arranged in the side room, and Beta was directly brought into the inner room by her.
Beta sat on the chair and asked curiously: "You acted so coquettishly in the mercenary union, aren't you afraid that it will destroy your previous role?"