Monica was lying on the bed, eating fruit. Her upper body was wrapped tightly in a circle of white gauze, and the surging steamed buns were highlighted.

It trembles as soon as it moves.

She was not angry at the fact that she was seriously injured, but was still secretly happy.

After being injured, she fell into a coma due to a lot of blood loss. When she woke up, she realized that Beta directly drew a long hole in her left chest. Through the hole, she could even see her bright red heart.

The five alternate bishops were killed by Beta in heavy protection, and three were seriously injured. As for the guards, they were even more injured.

Under the investigation of the Heresy Interrogation Institute, the Temple of Life 'defines' Beta and the Golden Armored Knight as two powerful warriors close to the legend.

But Monica knew very well that the golden armored knight should be Beta's summoning object. In other words, Beta could challenge the high-end combat power of the Temple of Life without using magic much.

You know, Beta's most powerful magic.

If you use magic again, you might be able to force yourself to fight back and forth in the Temple of Life Cathedral and then leave safely on your own.

Such a powerful man, young... Until now, Monica's mind still appears from time to time when Beta kills all sides.

When I think of his long sword, mercilessly cutting his chest, my heart began to throbbed. I can even recall the strange trembling of my whole body when I was shrouded in his murderous intent.

Ah...wet.

She subconsciously twisted the quilt with her legs on the hospital bed, and bit her hair into her mouth.

After a while, Monica seemed to have just woken up and murmured lazily: "I'm a little envious of Sasha and Mulin."

Beta teleported back to Woking City again.

This makes the feeling of teasing the enemy in his palms again and again... it's really great.

Then, he found Judy and had a night of intimacy. Perhaps only Judy, an alien with a special physique, could make Beta enjoy his life.

In the next few days, Beta dealt with the government affairs that had to be decided by him. These were not big deals, but Shirley would still keep them.

In fact, she can handle all these things, but she won't do that.

Because she was afraid of leaving Beta with a feeling that the latter was undermined. The more she reached a high position, Shirley felt that she should be 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 Cult.

If such an idea really occurs, it will have a very adverse impact on the stability of the temple.

Since the public trial, all the nobles and merchants in Wojin City have become much more cautious in their actions, and they dare not say anything about "rude" in the past.

The mercenaries were even more frightened when they saw that even the nobles were taken to labor reform.

The population of Wojin City is increasing steadily. It is not that Beta is begging others to settle here, but that he is beginning to deliberately screen residents.

From the beginning, almost everyone came to the purchase of civil rights at a high price. Now, Beta has put down new measures and the gold coins are not working anymore. He must be a believer of the God of Wealth. Even a shallow believer can do it, and he still has a skill.

A ‘parent’ can bring at most five family members to Wojin City, which makes Wojin City more and more talents.

At the same time, Beta began to pilot the "Civilian Primary School". Plain children who are six years old can attend the school and are exempted from tuition fees. They only need to pay a small amount of "tools" fees.

In fact, this fee is not required, but for the sake of "humanity", no one is willing to cherish completely free things. Therefore, everyone must pay some money. This money can be afforded by ordinary families, just twenty copper coins per semester.

This incident caused a great sensation in Wojin City. The nobles all laughed in secret, thinking that the Pope was just doing it, and the tuition fee for twenty copper coins could be taught, most of them were used as a coolie.

Not only do they think so, but most ordinary people also think so. After all, the tuition fee for "literacy" is one word at a time, but it has to be calculated in silver coins.

The school was built, and at the beginning, only a small number of civilian children were enrolled. Their elders were all righteous 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 became in full bloom.

The School of the God of Wealth began to teach children to read on the first day, and also taught arithmetic.

Upon hearing this news, all children of appropriate age were taken to the school teacher by their parents and asked the teacher to accept it.

But the school has already started, so students are not accepted for the time being, so they are asked to come back next year.

Many parents regretted leaving, and their intestines were so blue.

In Beta's study, Emma asked curiously: "Why don't you accept those civilian students? The school starts only three days. As long as you teach them carefully, they should be able to keep up."

"The rules are the most important things that appear for the first time." Beta said: "Before the official start of school, I said that you will not accept registration after school starts and you must wait until next year. Since the rules are set, you must abide by them, otherwise no one will take this new life as a matter."

Emma nodded, indicating that she understood.

At this time, Shirley came in, smiled at Emma, ​​and then said, "Betta, the nobles sent a few old men to talk to you."

"It's probably because I want to talk about the school," Beta thought for a while and said, "Let them wait for me in the hall."

"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 were four old men and a middle-aged man waiting.

When they saw Beta coming, they all stood up and saluted slightly, which gave him enough face as the pope.

Beta also nodded slightly, then he sat down on the chair, asked the five of them to sit down, and asked, "Come here, what do you want to talk to me?"

They seemed to have been prepared before they came, and the oldest nobleman stood up and said, "His Majesty, before he talks about the serious business, I want to ask you a question."

"Please say it."

"Do you think you are a noble?"

This question... Beta guessed what the other party wanted to say, but it was nothing more than a shocking way of saying it. If he answered according to their words, he would be very passive. The way to deal with it is also very simple, more amazing than what they said, or just do the opposite.

"no."

Beta said lightly.

As soon as these words were said, several nobles looked at each other. Especially the old noble who spoke, his face was almost deformed and distorted.

"Hahahaha..." The old noble laughed awkwardly for a while before saying, "Your Majesty Pope, you are so humorous. If you are not a noble, how could you become a lord and how could you get this territory?"

Beta looked at the old man quietly: "Since you know this common sense, why do you still ask me in one go? I think I have a lot of time?"

This completely disregarded the routine and common sense of speaking, which made the old noble's face even more uncomfortable.

There was another awkward silence that lasted for more than ten seconds. The old noble finally suppressed his anger and said, "His Majesty, I want to talk to you very seriously."

"Then just tell the matter out and don't use any conversation skills that are false and real."

It’s not that Beta disrespects the elderly, but that after knowing their purpose, none of these people deserve his respect.

Taking a deep breath, the old nobleman almost vomited blood when he was angry. The few nobles behind him quickly patted his back to help him get calm.

After a while of recovery, the old nobleman said, "Since His Majesty the Pope does not want to beat around the bush, I will just say it. All the nobles in our Wojin City hope that you can close the two civilian schools."

It's true.

Beta supported himself sideways and asked, "Why do you want me to close the school? You always need a reason."

The old nobleman said: "Writing is noble, and noble things can only be learned by our nobles and some talented people. Pope, do you have to think about teaching words to those poor people?"

This sounds soft, but the meaning is very heavy, so it's almost like pointing at Beta's nose to call him an idiot.

Beta smiled and said, "What do you mean is that only nobles can learn words in the future? Who gives you the power to think so?"

"This is the rule!" said the old noble indignantly: "His Majesty the Pope, the reason why our nobles are nobles is because we have the right to enjoy more noble things. Whether it is words or art, this is a custom for thousands of years, and the power given to us by our ancestors."

This is class solidification...the nobles will strive to maintain their class superiority.

One or two people went from civilians to nobles, and they would not say anything.

But a large number of civilians began to learn to read, which would surely impact the knowledge monopoly of the aristocratic class.

When a large number of poor people begin to read, knowledge will surely flow downward, and the natural advantages of the nobles will gradually disappear.

Naturally, they could not see this in their eyes, but their instinct told them that letting the Pope do this would be bad for their noble class.

"What are you afraid of?" Beta said slowly: "Even if the civilians are literate, they cannot threaten you. Do they have money? Do they have power? There is nothing, how can they fight you?"

The old nobleman keenly discovered the loophole in Beta's words: "Since it has no effect, then why do you want to teach civilian children to read?"

“Because I want to train more pastors!”

Beta gave a very legitimate reason.

He doesn't want to fight against the nobles of the world now, at least not now. It's not too late to declare war on these nobles after the roots of the God of Wealth will be mostly rooted in several countries.

Beta finally made the God of Wealth into what it is now, not just to get a pope to play in front of him.

A person’s ideas and ideals will change with his or her own abilities and the resources he or she has.
Chapter completed!