You call this the god of etiquette?

Chapter 16 Planning and Stress

"Counting the money I had originally saved, there are a total of 89 silver coins and 551 copper coins for the rebuilding of the church." Ige calculated while walking on the street, without hesitation including his savings into the rebuilding funds of the Liturgical Church .

Only by using this money well can God witness my piety!

Yige secretly made up his mind, quickly thinking about the next action arrangement in his mind.

The first thing is to choose a site for the temple and buy land.

If the church wants to rebuild, a permanent residence is essential.

Otherwise, what is the difference from those specious wild religions among the people.

Moreover, this resident cannot be said to just pick a house at random. The area must be large enough to separate several rooms with different purposes.

At least there should be a hall that can receive visitors, and a special prayer room for believers.

The church must also have the dignity of the church.

The oracle of the gods did not specifically mention which city to rebuild the church, which means that this matter should be decided by him.

The first choice is naturally "Tariek".

This is the place he is most familiar with.

But like the rest of the kingdom, buying a house in "Talek" is much more troublesome than renting one.

He had to report to the clerk in the mayor's office and complete the formalities before he could choose among the houses given by the town.

When he was still living in "Cantel City", he went to the City Lord's Mansion to go through the sale procedures.

The resale of houses between private individuals is not officially recognized, and valid deeds cannot be obtained.

Iggy was thinking about his next plan, and he kept on stepping.

I have more than 94 silver coins on hand, and it is impossible to use all of them to buy teaching property.

The money needed to maintain the church’s daily operations must be left behind.

Set an upper limit.
Take 60 silver as the upper limit for buying a house, 10 silver as the upper limit for decoration, and leave at least 24 silver.

Yige had something in his heart, and he had already returned to No. 14 Layton Street before he knew it.

Mary, who heard the noise, came out to welcome her.

Iger noticed that she had changed her clothes and put on a white floral dress and a light yellow sweater on the upper body to keep out the cold.

"Egg, are you back?"

"Is the fur thing going well?"

Iggy nodded: "I went to Old Jack's and sold all the furs."

Mary's eyes lit up, and she wanted to ask how much it sold in total, but she was too embarrassed to ask, so she invited instead:

"That's something to celebrate."

"Would you like to come to my house? I have the beer that Dad just bought yesterday. We can drink and chat."

Yige subconsciously wanted to refuse.

He is not an ignorant person, although these years he has been regarded as a different kind because of his beliefs, but this does not mean that he has lost his sharpness in interpersonal communication.

The little girl in front of her has a soft tone, her voice is floating and greasy.

It's clearly because of his money!
Before the words "I" came out, Ige's heart suddenly moved.

Isn't this a great opportunity to preach?
"Evergreen Heart" was not built in a day, and I just took this opportunity to develop the second believer in the god of etiquette among human beings.

"Okay, let's go in and talk."

Mary was overjoyed when she heard the words, and Yige obviously understood his hint.

It seems that I am still very attractive.

She felt a little complacent, and quickly gave way to Yige so that he could enter the house.

Igg strode across the dirty water in front of the house.

"boom!"

The door closes.

Li Yi can no longer digest the knowledge of the old god of etiquette.

He can still click on the entries and hyperlinks, but because his own carrying capacity has reached the upper limit, he can only read word by word when the page is unfolded.

Once you close the page, all the things you read before are forgotten.

He couldn't help but recall the experience of taking advanced mathematics classes in college.

Alas, man's time is short.

Whether it was distress or sweetness at that time, it inevitably turned into a stream of the past.

Li Yi casually clicked on the divine core in boredom, and his mind gradually drifted to "Talek Town" where Yige was located.

As far as he knew from Yige's memory, the main belief of "Talek" was the god of fertile soil believed by the mayor.

The mayor, Gadry Raven, should have a very high status in the Church of Fertile Earth, or according to the believers of the God of Fertile Earth, the Church of Father Earth.

After all, the God of Fertile Soil was still the bottom of the pantheon [Weak God] in the "Final Battle". If he thinks about it, he is now the [Weak God].

A prosperous town like "Talek" is undoubtedly a very important asset for [Weak God].

The mayor must be an important figure in the Wotu Church.

In addition to the believers of the God of Fertile Earth, "Talek" also has a small number of believers of the God of Order and the God of Trade.

Needless to say, the former is distributed in every corner of the kingdom.

The latter are basically merchants who come to "Tariek" for fur trading.

Of course, there are still a considerable number of unbelievers among the residents.

For those who originally had faith, losing faith is a great horror, but for those who have no faith, especially the low-level people without faith, it is actually the same thing.

The grace of the gods is limited, and those who can really get the love of the gods are basically the clergy or the strong among believers.

Ordinary people at the bottom should not think about it.

As a member of the gods, Li Yi knew the reason.

It's nothing more than [miracle] consumes the power of faith, so it's not worth spending on ordinary people.

The vast majority of people at the bottom do not have enough resources. If they want to pursue physical strength, they cannot get sufficient nutrition and external medicine to treat the body, while those who want to pursue spiritual strength cannot have a person who can calm down. Come to practice environment.

If you can't exercise your body and mind, you won't be able to upgrade.

If you can't raise the level, then for the gods, the only effect is faith +1.

It's not that there are no gods who have tried to simply pursue quantity, and quickly increase their [rank] by continuously +1+1 gathering less into more.

However, it turns out that this approach is just drinking poison to quench thirst.

In a short period of time, it is indeed possible to quickly harvest a batch of beliefs through this method, but it also means that the number of low-level believers will greatly expand.

It is their own appeal for these believers to follow your gods.

Even if it is only to selectively respond to their expectations, it is difficult to make up for the gap in expenditures in the face of a huge base.

If a prayer is not answered, believers can tell themselves that they are not religious enough.

There was no response twice, and I reconciled myself after going to church and listening to a few words of chicken soup for the soul.

Three times, four times, five times.
Believers will always start to question or even give up their beliefs at some point.

A small piece of doubt will lead to a large area of ​​disbelief under the chain reaction, and eventually the prestige of the entire church will drop off a cliff.

The efforts of generations of clergy may have been wiped out in a matter of weeks.

Although the power of faith that the gods have collected will not be affected by this, but will the next generation of those former believers choose to believe in you?

As for using [Divine Punishment] to threaten or use fear to force believers to believe in themselves, that is even more nonsense.

Unless you meet someone who is already mentally abnormal, terror will only bring fear, and it will definitely not bring piety.

Not absolute piety is equal to absolute impiety, and the gods naturally cannot receive any power of faith.

After all, they didn't really regard themselves as your believers.

Besides, engaging in terror will definitely attract the interference of other gods——

Everyone is thinking about how to use the least amount of effort to eat the food on the plate into their mouths, but what happened to you just flipped the table over.

The only way to break all this is to replace the help at the [miracle] level with the help of the material world.

Using [Miracle] consumes faith, but human coins are all you need to distribute food.

Gold and silver are of special value to humans, but to gods they are pure scrap metal.

It's just a tool to maintain the operation of human society.

Even if believers cannot get a direct response to their prayers to the gods, it is a real benefit to receive two breads in the church on a regular basis.

No matter what, it's not a white letter.

So here comes the problem, in a kingdom like "Evergreen Heart" and the "capital of goodness" and the stronghold of the God of Order, the Church of Symmetra does have the money to support all the believers of the God of Order in the city.

After all, the kingdom allocates a large sum of money to Symmetra Church every year.

In addition, noble gentlemen are kind-hearted and don't want to see the poor. From time to time, they will hold a charity dinner in the capital to raise money.

Even if more than half of the donations were spent due to "administrative and miscellaneous expenses", there would still be some left over, which would eventually fall into the hands of Symmetra Church.

Could this church not be rich?
But the churches of other gods in smaller towns not only need to maintain the basic expenses of the clergy, but also pay separate taxes to the city lord and the kingdom. Where can they find spare money to support a large number of believers?

In the end, you can only follow the "elite soldier route" and not deliberately seek to preach.

Thinking of this, Li Yi seemed to see that all the gods of the order pantheon were connected by a thread, and the interlaced thin lines finally converged on the master of the pantheon—the god of order.

And the god of etiquette is the only point of light wandering outside.

Suddenly felt a burst of tension.

According to Yige's memory, there is no Symmetra Church and no Symmetra clerics in "Talek Town".

The followers of the God of Order he knew were the two clerks sent by the kingdom.

The news of the resurrection of the god of etiquette will not be known to the god of order for a while.

Because it is basically impossible for an ordinary believer's prayer to attract the attention of a god of the [higher god] level like the God of Order.

It is even more unrealistic for the God of Order to actively switch to the perspective of ordinary believers.

If you want to say it, it is more likely that the priests of the Earth Father Church conveyed their message to the God of Fertile Soil, and then the God of Fertile Soil informed the God of Order in the pantheon.

But in the memory of the old god of etiquette, the grand ceremony of the gods is held every 20 years, and it is not so easy to come across.

Of course, it is not ruled out that the priests of the Church of Symmetra happen to come to "Talek" for business or vacation, and after getting the news of the resurrection of the god of etiquette, they will tell the god through prayers.

But even so, for the God of Order, matters such as the recovery of the God of Rituals are by no means an urgent matter that needs to be dealt with, and there will always be a buffer period.

After thinking about it, Li Yi suddenly let out a long sigh.

The God of Order, whom he had never met before, put too much pressure on him.

He is the undoubted "God above the gods". Facing him, Li Yi can only stabilize his faith by constantly comforting himself, and strengthen his determination not to "return" to the pantheon of order and become a dog.

He understood more and more the choice of the original god of etiquette.

But now, he has embarked on a "path of etiquette" that he had never imagined.

"Etiquette" thus has a second chance.

He will never allow himself to repeat the same mistakes.

Daxueshan group.

Days of blizzard covered everything.

"Big Stick Clan" lair.

"what--"

Legg pumped all his muscles and struggled to get the last polished stone into position.

The other members of the troll construction team behind them cheered loudly.

With incredible speed they built the ceremonial temple of the trolls!

The entire temple is a stone wonder deep in the cave.

The outer wall is made of snow-capped limestone, which is simple and heavy.

Every piece of stone is engraved with runes and patterns, combined together, dark and mysterious.

The interior of the temple is extremely spacious. The trolls of the construction team carefully carved the rocks in the cave, and inlaid various strange stones accumulated by the clan over the years, shining brightly, like a picture scroll of stars falling into the world.

Entering the main hall through the vaulted top is a completely different shock.

In the center of the hall stands a huge statue of a god.

This idol is cast from red granite, faceless, wearing a crown of thorns, wearing a blood-colored robe, with raised hands, as if stroking the heads of the people in the temple all the time.

Cruel but kind, bloody and beautiful.

The walls of the temple are covered with rectangles made of wolf and fox bones by the trolls.

The walls decorated with ghastly white echo the blood-colored god statues in the temple, which is brutal and terrifying.

Guabrak has been back to the lair for more than a week. Because there are not enough stones in the storage area, when he first returned to the lair, he first joined the ranks of the high-level trolls of the development team to dig stones in the mountains, and then joined the troll construction team. Build temples.

Of course, apart from them, the other trolls in the lair not only watched the excitement outside the temple, but also helped carry and carve stones from time to time.

It was snowing heavily outside, and if the clan ran out of food, the trolls had to go out of the cave to try their luck.

Now that there is still some wolf meat left, no one is willing to come out of the cave to die.

We also encountered such an unprecedented event as the construction of a temple, so we had to stay and take a look together.

The news of the completion of the temple was transmitted to the periphery through the construction team.

Soon, the entire "Big Stick Clan" knew about it.

The crowd gathered towards the temple in a mess, eager to see the completed temple, and suddenly blocked the way from the living area to the temple.

"Give way to the front—"

"Magnus, put down your stone club, it's on me!"

"Stop crowding! Damn, when did our clan have so many people?"

The trolls yelled loudly, drowning Guabrak's roar.

"Boom boom boom——"

"Boom boom boom——"

The continuous pounding sound was like a hammer hitting the hearts of all the trolls present, and the noise finally subsided.

Guabrak looked at the big stone stick in his hand with some distress.

The sound just now was made by him hitting the cave wall with a stone stick.

Repeated knocking made his most beloved stone stick stained with unclean black.

Also left a clearly visible dent in the wall.

"Big Stick Clan, the trolls who have reached the level required by the pioneering team stand forward, and pray with me in the temple first, and the rest of the trolls stand back."

The troll leader gave clear instructions, his voice distorted with pain over his own club.

The confusion among the trolls gradually disappeared, and the trolls with insufficient levels consciously retreated.

None of the trolls spoke up and said it wasn't fair.

The strongest in the clan deserved privileges.

This is the lair of trolls.

(End of this chapter)