The next morning, Pinghu Town.


    Thousands of craftsmen braved the hot sun and sweated on the cathedral site. Wearing a white fine linen high-ranking priest robe, Dane stood on the temporary platform and looked at the majestic Randall cathedral and the believers and craftsmen attached to ants. The corners of his mouth couldn''t help but tilt up, showing a satisfied and expectant smile.


    Three years ago, when he accompanied his highness Randall to visit the kingdom of Neville, Randall Cathedral had just begun to build buildings on the ground. When they came back, the cathedral had begun to take shape. The bottom frame of limestone structure rose from the ground. Craftsmen began to build the middle and upper parts with green bricks. At this speed, the main part of Randall Cathedral could be completed in two years, and all that remained was carving and beautifying.


    For the clergy serving the Lord of glory, watching the magnificent Randall Cathedral become a reality day by day will have a great sense of achievement and satisfaction. Not only does Father Miller like to walk around the construction site a few times a day, sister Karina of the monastery and the preacher Kay of the general education school also drill into the cathedral construction site. Dane would not let these brothers and sisters make blind comments. He took patrolling the construction site and supervising the construction progress of the cathedral as his daily routine.


    In fact, this is the power of the stationed priest. Randall''s clergy, including Dane, should obey Miller''s instructions. But in fact, the clergy took Dane as their leader. In addition to his own ability and background, as well as his status as a high-level priest, his good relationship with his highness Randall is also an important factor.


    Of course, father Miller basically didn''t bother with Randall''s academic affairs, which saved Dane a lot of trouble.


    The lower clergy led by Randall somewhat despised Miller and thought that his ability was not enough to take care of the educational affairs of nearly 200000 believers. They thought that he could have today''s status and was the grace of the Supreme Lord. They knew Randall hall early.


    Dane doesn''t think so. The higher he obtains divine power, the more he reveres father Miller. Occasionally, he fantasizes that he can reach father Miller''s level one day.


    Isn''t his highness Randall beginning to retreat behind the scenes? For the top extraordinary, power is only a tool in his hand. He can hold it up and put it down. He must not bind the free will. At this point, the clergy relying on the power of mortal faith is far worse than the high-level knights. I''m afraid only Miller and turnans can not be tired of power in the whole church.


    Clement told Dane that top gods like Miller are similar to the ears and eyes of the Supreme Lord and are responsible for monitoring and repairing the potential impact of the devil on the human kingdom. Their power comes from the Supreme Lord himself and does not need the authority of the holy pool. In a sense, the church''s painstaking missionary system is also serving them.


    A paladin nearby suddenly pointed to a slowly approaching carriage and said, "Lord Dane, look over there."


    It was an ordinary two wheeled carriage, suitable for driving in the city. There was no sign on its appearance, but Dane knew the coachman and his entourage. They were the personal guards of his highness Randall.


    "I''ll go and have a look alone." Dane''s heart moved, gave an order to the paladin and the church attendant, and walked down the platform alone.


    He went to the side of the carriage and nodded to Renault and shack. Dane smiled at the people inside through the curtain: "Victor, won''t you come out and talk?"


    Victor came out of the carriage and complained weakly: "in such a hot weather, I was regarded as a fool with a hood. I was watched and commented without a hood... Anyway, I don''t get off. The car is too small to sit two people. My friend, you are wronged to stand outside and chat with me... Ha ha."


    Dane shook his head and responded with a voice: "I''m not too hot... I''ll go there if I want. I don''t need to wear a hood, and no woman will judge me. Even if there is, it doesn''t matter. Anyway, I can''t hear it."


    The beauty of knights is sometimes troublesome. For ordinary people, beautiful nobles are like stars. They will attract a large group of people everywhere. Extraordinary knights can resonate with the elements of emptiness and weaken their sense of existence. Victor doesn''t have this ability. However, his ears are particularly sensitive and the whispers of the people are clear.


    Of course, it doesn''t matter to be seen, but every time Victor shows up in Pinghu Town, there will be problems in the nearby traffic conditions, and even the operation of the whole block will be affected. Lilia urged him not to wander around Pinghu Town.


    He couldn''t visit the city he built, and Victor was depressed and speechless.


    Dane laughed outside the car, but heard Victor ask, "can you go to such a busy place as hotels, taverns and casinos in Pinghu Town? Oh, you can go. After going, everyone inside slipped away one by one."


    The high-ranking priest''s triumphant laughter suddenly stopped, and the expression on his face immediately became very wonderful. He immediately shook his head and lost a smile and asked, "Your Highness, what''s the matter with you?"


    "I''m looking for old Miller." Victor replied.


    "... father Miller." Dane smiled, frowned and said, "he just left. He said he was going out to collect bluegrass. He might live in the wild for a few days." After a pause, he asked tentatively, "does your highness have anything to do with father Miller?"


    It''s the season to pick bluegrass, but Randall has 180000 people now. Where does God Miller''s father need to go to the field to collect herbs? This is deliberately avoiding me... Victor whispered to himself and said casually:


    "I want to ask father Miller about my blood talent."


    Dane revered father Miller and was proud and delighted. Sylvia, as a divine knight, could not show her lover the way, but father miller could help him. Among his secular highness, Victor is obviously closer to the church. He took the opportunity to say:


    "Victor, have you heard that Jinshui city is going to issue an order recently to prohibit the young children of the vassal family from studying in the general education school?"


    Victor pulled the curtain, looked at Dane, smiled and asked, "I want to know what the church plans to do if there are wizards among young children in general and vocational schools?"


    Dane said without hesitation, "purification, of course."


    Victor''s elegant smile became playful. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "where? When? Here? Or escorted back to the headquarters of the referee?"


    "... this." Dane''s expression was a little stiff and gently explained: "generally speaking, adult wizards are too dangerous and should be purified on the spot. Young wizards are secretly escorted back to the referee for purification... After all, the influence of purifying young wizards in public is not very good."


    "So it is." Victor glanced at him, withdrew his eyes and said to himself, "Randall has many spies from other families. They abide by the rules here and I treat them as children. But if they endanger the Randall family, I can only let them disappear."


    Dane sighed and nodded, "the church does not interfere with the rule of the Lord."


    Victor smiled and said, "I will promote the construction of general education schools in the human horse hills and strive for the admission of every tenant''s children. The feudal minister is unwilling to hand over his children to general education schools, and I have no way."


    Dane drew a sacred emblem on his chest and said, "may your highness bathe in the glory of the most High Lord."


    After reaching a preliminary consensus with Dane, Victor turned around and drove outside Pinghu Town.


    Three hours later, in a hilly Valley northeast of Randall''s collar, he saw father Miller lying in the grass nest taking a nap.


    Victor stepped forward, smiled and said, "Hey, old man, aren''t you afraid of being caught by wild animals when you sleep here?"


    The old priest opened his eyes, aimed at him, turned around and muttered, "I''m hiding here. You can find it?"


    "As long as it is a person I know, his traces are no more than one day and no more than 200 kilometers away from each other, I can always find him... This is called tracking intuition." Victor squatted down, picked up the empty basket from Miller and laughed: "you ran all the way from Pinghu Town to the wild without even picking a blue core grass. It''s not as good as a half grown boy."


    "What do you know? I... I took the church attendants out to learn to identify herbs. They all collected blue core grass nearby." The old priest got up, grabbed the basket and shouted, "it must be bad for you to come to me."


    Victor smiled disapprovingly and said, "you promised to tell me all the secrets as long as I was promoted to your highness?"


    Miller rolled his eyes and asked, "did I say that? Why don''t I remember?"


    Victor sneered, "old man, you don''t keep your promise."


    "Fart!" Miller was so angry that he took up his basket and walked out of the valley angrily.


    Victor wouldn''t be fooled by his little tricks and said, "if you don''t admit what you said, you''re cheating, you''re breaking your promise. I tell you, my memory is very good and won''t make mistakes."


    Miller stopped, turned around, smiled cunningly on his old face and said, "your memory and my memory are not bad. I remember exactly what I said."


    "What I said was that when you learn self-discipline, I''ll talk to you... Right? What is self-discipline? You come to me in a hurry, which can be called self-discipline? What do you mean I talk to you? I talk to you, not you!"


    Staring at the elated old priest, Victor choked for a while, turned his eyes and said, "do you know what secret I want to know? I haven''t asked yet. How can you know what I want to talk to you?"


    "Hum, no matter what you are going to talk to me, I will naturally tell you what you can say. If you can''t say, you ask for nothing."


    Victor said with a smile, "in that case, I''ll ask... Say what you can and shake your head if you can''t."


    Father Miller was stunned and said with a smile, "little guy, do you think I don''t know that you are good at observing details, proficient in language traps and able to figure out people''s hearts? Your highness Randall is famous for his cunning."


    Victor smiled and said brightly, "I asked ten questions, and you asked me ten questions... Don''t you think it would be interesting?"


    "Child, you don''t have to test me whether I know your secret." Miller waved his hand, shook his head and said, "just because I''m not interested in your secrets doesn''t mean I know your secrets, or the secrets I know are correct, just because I''m self disciplined."


    He stepped forward and said as he walked: "I only have a life span of less than 100 years, but his highness Randall can live more than 200 years. Can we look at things the same way? I don''t know everything, and you don''t know everything. The secret I tell you, how do you judge the authenticity? If I say anything, you believe it. You just listen to me. Why ask? If you don''t believe me, why should I tell you?"


    Different lifespans and different ways of looking at things... This implies that the time scales of demons, evil gods and us are different. The time span of their conspiracy may be thousands of years, or even tens of thousands of years, which may not have a direct impact on the current timeline... Victor frowned and followed Miller for a moment, saying:


    "I don''t care whether the secret is true or false. I follow the judgment method of hypothesis and verification... You might as well say it casually."


    "I care about authenticity!" Miller said impatiently, "I care if true becomes false and false becomes true... It''s like when you explore the southern continent and meet a group of barbarians, and then you make a raid plan, but the barbarians master it in advance. Will you still implement the initial raid plan?"


    Victor was shocked and understood Miller''s meaning. Future events are unpredictable, true or false, right or wrong. The dependant and his opponent wrestle in the field of fate, but they can''t let the other party notice their plans. Because the lives of the two sides are different and the time scales are different, they just need to stop moving. When Miller dies, it''s hard to say what will happen later.


    Miller is worried that I will break his business... But how can I know if his disturbance of fate will harm me?


    Victor thought for a long time, but he asked bluntly, "old man, will you pit me?"


    "I pit you, won''t you resist?" Father Miller glanced at him with disdain and shouted angrily, "you''re afraid I''ll pit you. What''s the secret? Are you here to make fun?"


    "I believe you, so I ask!"


    Victor replied righteously and said with a smile, "Reverend Miller, you see, I spent hundreds of thousands of kinsol to help you build Randall Cathedral... How much do you reveal to me?"


    "Hehe, I haven''t seen it before, but I''m not stupid... I''ve figured out the benefits of building a cathedral." Miller said with a smile: "When you build a cathedral, there is a level 5 pastor Dane in Randall''s parish. Under him, there will be 2 ruling warriors, 15 middle-level paladins and 100 early-level paladins. The pope also led the establishment of Nanqiu monastery in Randall. Sister Karina is proficient in herbal cultivation and medicine. In ten years, when the medicine field managed by sister Karina is mature, Randall''s Parish will have its own source of herbal medicine, Nanqiu The monastery will also teach your people the skills of planting herbs, grafting fruit trees, dispensing medicine and curing diseases... And Kay missionary, who is both a priest and a scholar, is proficient in monster science. When your soldiers cross the river and expand south, they will always encounter all kinds of monsters? He taught Randall''s people the knowledge of dealing with monsters in the general school... You built the cathedral, and Clement didn''t treat them badly You. I also heard that you can release adventure missions through the cathedral and hire top Knight Rangers... "


    "All right, all right."


    Victor quickly interrupted father Miller''s words and said, "tell me what you want me to do to reveal a secret to me? But I''ll make a statement in advance. I don''t necessarily do it."


    "Hehe, you''re testing me again." Miller said teasingly, "if I ask you to do anything now, you''ll think again immediately."


    Victor shrugged his shoulders and said, "it''s a gift I can''t control myself."


    Miller smiled bitterly, shook his head, sighed and said, "Victor, the secret I know may not be true. Telling you now will hurt you... Why can''t you do what you should do like Sylvia?"


    Victor''s eyes flashed and said in a deep voice: "Sylvia firmly believes that there is no existence in this world that she can''t cope with... In other words, everything in the world should follow the law of the element sea, whether he is a devil or an evil god. As long as he enters the real world, he will be transformed into an existence that can be eliminated." Pointing to his head, he said, "but I''m not Sylvia. Since I have wisdom and talent, why don''t I make full use of its characteristics and solve problems according to my own methods? I can create a secret method of spiritual blood, which is enough to show that my method is very effective. Collection, patchwork, deduction, verification and application are my methods to solve problems."


    "We can''t take into account all areas." Father Miller nodded admiringly, hesitated and said: "I chose the human horse hill because it is close to the divine Knight... She represents the will of the origin of the world, like a lighthouse. I hide under the light, which is more convenient to hide myself. Now your light is brighter and brighter, and the power of fate has less and less interference with you... This is what you have to do, understand, your highness Randall?"


    Victor was silent for a moment and asked, "what do you think of Wizards?"


    "Nothing bad." Miller said faintly.


    Victor then asked, "human beings have wizards, knights, priests, ordinary people, half elves like me, barbarian blood knights like Neo West... A wizard in kite Castle told me that human blood may be the most primitive blood and has strong compatibility. Is this the reason for the problem?"


    Miller tugged at the beard on his jaw and pulled the wrinkles on his face into a ball. After a long time, he shook his head and said, "I''m not sure... I''m not interested in your conjecture and that wizard, nor in the unchangeable historical truth. I can only tell you that human beings can be called primitive species."


    "... native species." Victor chewed the name in his heart, looked up and said with a smile, "just a name will not help me... Maybe somewhere in the future, I can meet this noun and associate it with human beings. So, I want to thank you."


    Miller patted his forehead and said with a sad face, "I shouldn''t have discussed this topic with you."


    Victor laughed and said, "Reverend, this is the best flattery I''ve ever heard... I have another thing to ask you for help... Er, don''t go!"