Chapter 334 Big Business
Rhodes and his companions were helplessly forced to adapt to the days of becoming excellent tool NPCs. The long letter written by Rhodes himself was transported by birds of the Hunter Association commissioned by Bishop Harris. Within a few days, it flew thousands of kilometers across the war-torn Middle-earth countries and was delivered to the Holy Land of the Fiery Sun Church in the north of the Nabaron continent.
Rhodes' godfather, Priest Jonathan, was the first senior priest of the Holy Land to read this long letter.
After repeatedly reading over this long letter from his excellent godson, Ross, Priest Jonathan carefully put the letter away and waited quietly for the opportunity.
A few days later, the investigation team had been out of contact with the Holy Land for more than half a month, and it was confirmed that the investigation team had fallen into the hands of the Nightmare Butcher. Priest Jonathan chose a day, asked his servants to prepare the horses, and went to the Senate in person.
The Apostolic Senate is an administrative body composed of twelve cardinals, responsible for hosting the Holy Sacrifice, electing and recommending bishops of each diocese, and urging each diocese to implement the will of the Pope. Its status, rights and powers can be regarded as equal to those of the Imperial Senate.
The main hall of the Senate is only opened when a diocesan bishop is elected or removed, or when there is a major emergency. Normally, only two cardinals take turns on duty in the side hall.
Priest Jonathan dismounted outside the door of the side hall, explained his purpose to the ascetic at the door, and after waiting for about ten minutes, he was invited into the side hall.
"The Nightmare Butcher was promoted to Legend."
In the side hall, the two cardinals looked a little strange after listening to the report from Priest Jonathan.
The relationship between the Senate of the Church of the Fiery Sun and the Inquisition is... a little subtle.
Generally speaking, the inquisition responsible for law and punishment is just a subordinate department of the Senate, the first administrative body under the Pope.
Taking the Storm Church, which is as famous as the Burning Sun Church, as an example, whether the Storm Church Inquisition can send a church group to suppress the rebellion in the Nosk Federation requires the approval of the Senate before sending troops; and during the period of the church group's dispatch, all logistical transportation is also the responsibility of the cardinal appointed by the Senate.
But the situation is very different on the side of the Church of the Fiery Sun... The Inquisition does not need to obtain the approval of the Senate to mobilize the church, nor does it need to ask the Senate for money and supplies - the Inquisition can take care of both money and manpower on its own.
Such a strange situation naturally occurred because the Court had more money and people than the Senate...
Four hundred years ago, when the Kenyan Empire turned its attention to overseas development, the Senate was conservative at the time, and the Court chose to support it wholeheartedly.
The Senate was still the first administrative body under the Pope, but the Inquisition obtained a huge amount of wealth, won the surrender of all the new nobles who rose up with the advent of the great sea navigation era, and opened up countless new dioceses for the Holy See. Even though the Senate still retained the power to elect and recommend the appointment and removal of all diocesan bishops, it had to compromise with the Inquisition appropriately... or in other words, bow its head.
For example...when the empire opens up new territories, the Senate usually allows the Inquisition to develop them into dioceses where the Inquisition has the final say - when appointing the bishop of the diocese, they only choose people from the list provided by the Inquisition.
Sixty years ago, a cardinal from the Inquisition met a madman while attending a diocesan meeting in a country in Middle-earth.
This madman was just a "little famous" black magician at the time, and his most shocking "deed" was that he killed the prince of a small country with a hammer in public.
The cardinals in the Senate were not quite sure how the cardinal of the Inquisition came into contact with this madman...
When the cardinal was stripped naked and some unspeakable things happened to him in public, the Inquisition quickly cleared out many witnesses and quickly labeled the black magician the Nightmare Butcher; for the sake of the reputation of the Holy See, the Senate also made a lot of efforts to stigmatize the madman.
Not long after, this madman came to the Holy Land to cause trouble as if he was provoked. Not only was the Inquisition in a mess, but the Senate was also embarrassed and repeatedly urged the Inquisition to resolve the trouble they had caused as soon as possible.
In the following decades, the Inquisition suffered several casualties and several cardinals died in the pursuit of hunting down this madman. The Senate was secretly pleased, but also very unhappy - the Inquisition was embarrassed, and it was also embarrassing for the entire Church of the Fiery Sun. When the cardinals attended the Imperial Banquet or dealt with priests from other Orthodox sects, they were often laughed at by outsiders for this matter.
Now, after hearing the information sent back by the investigators, the madman had actually been promoted to a legendary level... This really made the two cardinals feel mixed emotions.
There are no more than a handful of legends on the continent of Nabarron.
There are two in the Kenyan Empire, one in the Western Death Pantheon, and one or two in the Far South - one of them has not been heard from for many years, and it is unknown whether he is still alive.
As for the demigod... there is only one in the entire continent.
This one was still an existence that no one wanted to deal with - according to rumors, high-level spellcasters were at risk of having their will usurped and losing control on the spot if they simply approached the mountains where this demigod lived .
After all, a legend is not a demigod, which does not mean he is immortal. He can still be dealt with, but the cost will be quite high.
In other words, if the Inquisition still wants to make the black magician who has a deep hatred for the Church of the Fiery Sun disappear from this world, it must recall some of its high-end forces and immediately go south to find the madman in the wasteland in the east and kill him at all costs.
The two cardinals are naturally happy to see this situation... While the Inquisition is doing its best to kill this madman, the Senate has a lot of room to maneuver, and it may even end the absurd situation in which the Senate has been dominated by the Inquisition for four hundred years.
But the people in the court are not fools.
It is impossible for the people in the court to distinguish the seriousness of a situation that has been running for many years and an annoying lunatic.
"No matter what, the information we obtained from this investigation is very important." The cardinal, with his neatly combed black hair, nodded slightly to Priest Jonathan and said admiringly, "Your godson Ross is very outstanding, Jonathan, I am happy for you."
Priest Jonathan, who was sitting upright, bowed slightly and calmly.
Another cardinal with brown hair carefully read the letter written by Ross again and said, "It's a good thing that Ben Ham Walton is still alive. Priest Ham doesn't have to worry about his godson anymore."
Priest Jonathan, who had a calm expression, just like Ross, understood what was going on and said calmly, "Let me bring this good news to Priest Ham later."
This is a statement... Jonathan is willing to work with Priest Ham to handle things that the Cardinal is not convenient to do.
Priest Ham values his godson Walton as much as his own son. If it weren't for Priest Ham's efforts, the investigation team would have been unable to set out.
The two cardinals looked at each other. The black-haired cardinal calmly glanced at the red priest robe on Priest Jonathan and said, "We cannot sit idly by and watch such outstanding young people as Knight Walton and Investigator Ross fall into the hands of the enemy. The Senate needs to hold a meeting in the main hall to discuss this matter. Priest Jonathan, are you willing to attend as an observer?"
Priest Jonathan was cheered up. The meeting in the main hall, also known as the Council of Twelve, would be attended by all the cardinals... Being qualified to attend, even in the audience seats, was enough to prove that he had stepped into the core of power in the Holy Land!
"With great pleasure, Your Majesty." Priest Jonathan bowed respectfully.
Priest Ham is only a white-robed priest and is not qualified to sit in on the main hall meeting, but the red-robed priest Jonathan is qualified!
A group of the Fiery Sun Cult and a group of the Night Watch Investigation Team were captured. This is no small matter. No matter from which level of consideration, whether or not it is for the sake of maintaining the reputation of the Holy See, it is necessary to rescue the people.
There is a lot of room for maneuver in terms of how to rescue the captured personnel...whether to use force to rescue them or to pay compensation to redeem them?
Priest Jonathan and the Senate both wanted to use this incident to gain the greatest benefits; as for Priest Ham, who was determined to rescue his godson Walton, he was destined to have little say in this matter.
Yang Qiu didn't care at all about how much turmoil his old rival, the Blazing Sun Church, would experience because of his private detention of the tool NPC. He stayed in Exile Town for a week to ensure that the new third-test players gradually adapted to and integrated into the player identity. He left a projection clone to take charge, and he quietly left to do another big thing...
Somewhere in the Tarantan Desert, in a canyon where Yang Qiu dug out the remains of ancient warriors.
Kingsley, who arrived a day earlier, sat in front of the small tent deep in the canyon, listening to the radio drama program pushed by Innadri Radio Station on the radio while eating snacks out of boredom.
Near the tent, Kingsley's mount, a giant zombie beetle with a chitinous shell covered with moss and spots, was mechanically crawling back and forth on the steep rock walls of the canyon... This low-level monster mount, which also had no intelligence, was very popular among some black magicians who preferred unpopular styles.
Kingsley, who had been alone in the canyon for more than ten hours, suddenly felt a fluctuation of magic caused by the tearing of space.
Kingsley, holding the bag of millet rice crackers snacks, quickly stood up and turned around, and saw... not far from the tent, a space-time rift was rapidly forming.
Not long after, his traitor Yang emerged from the rift in time and space.
As soon as he saw Yang Qiu, Kingsley complained: "Isn't it just throwing garbage into the Collapse Demon Realm? Is it necessary to be so mysterious and come to this desolate mountain?"
"You don't understand. This is a serious matter. No matter how careful you are, you can never be too careful."
Yang Qiu glanced around and released his mental power to search the area within a radius of 500 meters. He confirmed that there was absolutely no third living creature nearby except him and Kingsley. Then he waved his hand to signal Kingsley to step back and keep enough distance.
Kingsley inexplicably stepped back a dozen steps, and then he saw his traitor Yang showing off the space bracelet on his wrist, and quickly placed large iron barrels more than half a person's height on the ground...
"--It's just a piece of garbage, but you use such high-quality steel to package it?!" Kingsley was shocked.
Yang Qiu seemed to be very afraid of these high-quality iron barrels, and urged Kingsley repeatedly: "Hurry up and tear open the dimensional barrier of the collapsed demon world and throw these things in."
Kingsley had no choice but to open the collapsed demon world gate . When he lifted the iron barrel with his wizard's hand, he reluctantly said again: "Are you sure you want to throw it in like this? It's such a waste. Just pour out the contents. Wouldn't it be nice to keep the barrel——"
"Throw it to me!" Yang Qiu firmly pointed his finger towards the collapsed gate of the Demon Realm.
"I see you've really had a good life. You've forgotten the time when you even had to repair an iron pot!" Kingsley cursed as he threw an iron bucket into the Collapsing Demon Realm.
Yang Qiu was too lazy to pay attention to this poor wizard whose poverty permeated his bones. He took a camera in his hand to record the processing process and simultaneously controlled the hands of several wizards to throw nuclear waste into the collapsed gate of the demon world.
After processing a bracelet of nuclear waste, Yang Qiu returned to Earth and handed the camera to the relevant personnel on Earth who were wearing protective clothing and on standby. He then took over the camera with a new memory card, loaded a bracelet of nuclear waste, and returned to the alien world to repeat the processing process...
After several round trips, Yang Qiu completed his first multi-billion dollar business with the government of his hometown...
After processing the last batch of existing nuclear waste in the country, the person who met with Yang Qiu shook hands with him solemnly and mentioned the next handover time very naturally - after all, it was a big business that required billions of materials to be paid for, and China could not just deal with its own affairs and be done with it.
Yang Qiu was also Chinese, and he was very familiar with his family's style of being extremely careful and prudent in all matters, no matter how big or small, so he agreed very naturally...which was just to coax Kingsley to a remote place to open a door and do some hard labor, which wouldn't be a lot of work.
Next, Yang Qiu used the fractions of fractions of fractions of the huge income that Kingsley had earned... to get rid of this guy, and let him choose a place to build a tower in the Rhine Kingdom. Yang Qiu would provide him with all the materials, manpower, and magical materials.
Kingsley happily ran off to find a place, and Yang Qiu put the redemption materials that the country had packed and sent to him into use, and started a large-scale construction in Innadli...
Throughout August and September (in the other world), while the third test players were working hard to reach the first level and get out of the Exile Town, the roads between the towns of Innadili were renovated, some main roads were paved with cement, and the rural roads were repaved with gravel crushed by crushers. The experience of the locals traveling with "dust on sunny days and mud on rainy days" gradually became history.
Dozens of pneumatic bridges have been built on rivers and streams across Innaderi, greatly shortening travel distances between towns.
The thermal power plant "donated" by the expert group was completed in September of this year on the plains north , near the Barcelo River. The power towers that transmit electricity were built directly into the wasteland in the southern part of the Adler territory. Near October, the residents who reclaimed the new town also had access to electricity.
Along with the construction of roads and power facilities, a local workforce was also built - tens of thousands of industrial workers close to the level of third world countries emerged from Westram and Inadri cities who had received simple literacy and former slaves who had obtained Inadri citizenship.
This group of local workers who have a certain level of education, know how to obey commands, follow orders and abide by collective order, are the greatest wealth that Yang Qiu has gained besides investing a large amount of materials in local infrastructure construction.
As the golden autumn of October approaches, the city hall organizes local workers who have completed the first phase of the "roads to every village, electricity to every village" plan for "team building" and arranges them to go to the countryside to assist with the autumn harvest... The news that the black magician Yang has been promoted to a legend suddenly spreads across the continent of Nabarron.
Calmly putting down the Royal Capital Magazine with his wanted poster portrait printed on the cover, Yang Qiu stroked his chin and pondered for a while before muttering to himself, "They publicized my threat, but didn't take the Tarantan Undead seriously... It seems like it's time for the players to go out and make a name for themselves."
The newbies in the third test have already entered the first level in September of the alien world time, and can follow the old players to wander deep into the Tarantan Wasteland.
The reason why these players were not released was because Yang Qiu was waiting for some movement from the Odysseus territory... The Odysseus family had made it clear that they would not accept the intervention of the Rose royal family. Yang Qiu had thought that the Rose royal family would be so angry that they would take the initiative to initiate a war.
"Since the Rose royal family is not strong enough, let's start with the anti-tax war!"
