Mingke Street, Church.

Dis was packing up his things, his work for the day was already done.

In fact, running even a small church was a very complicated matter, involving all aspects, not just business ability.

After all, it wasn't about building a church on a hill, but rather having one on every street. The congregation was the "customer base", and the churches faced fierce competition and pressure from each other.

But Dis didn't care much about these things. He only took care of his own job and would go home once it was done. He wouldn't participate in any extra activities for the development of the church.

Just like his attitude towards his family business, he had long stopped participating in the actual operation.

Simon, dressed in black, walked in from the door and placed a receipt report in front of Dis.

Dis opened it in front of him. It was a reply from the Rui Lan District Management Office of the Order of the Gods regarding the handling of the group of people he dealt with during the mayoral election a while ago.

In the reply, Dis's keen perception and foresight were fully acknowledged and praised for his loyalty and carefulness in his job. They then recognized the incident as an "invasion" by foreign demonic forces against the city of Roja, and even an attempt to subvert the entire system of the Order of the Gods in Rui Lan.

Finally, they commended Dis for eliminating the disaster with thunderous means and invited him to work in the Rui Lan District Management Office again.

Dis obviously wasn't surprised by this reply. After reading it, he put it aside.

Simon said, "When I came in just now, I saw Minister Cand in a bad mood."

"Oh."

Dis responded.

Minister Cand was the director of the office of this church. He had just taken over his father's position last year and hoped to expand the influence of this church. However, every time he presented his plans to Dis, they were rejected by him.

Because Dis didn't have time to attend any activities, and also held a negative attitude towards any additional religious ceremonies.

"Minister Cand is quite depressed." Simon said.

"He'll get used to it." Dis picked up a pen and signed the receipt.

"I've read your resume in the Order of the Gods." Simon was a little curious. "You don't seem to be interested in promotion."

The current real power leaders of the Order of the Gods in Rui Lan were actually of the same generation as Dis's son. One of the district's guardians even had the experience of being an intern god servant during the trial in Roja.

With such a relationship, Dis could easily obtain a better position in the Rui Lan District system. Many of the older generation in the Order of the Gods had gained status and treatment through this way of cultivating disciples and successors."What is the purpose of the promotion?" Dis asked.

"To better contribute to the development of the Order of the Gods," Simon gave the standard answer.

"But before my promotion, was there no one in that position?" Dis asked.

"You should believe that your abilities are superior, so if you sit in that position, you can achieve better results."

"Then it means that the person who originally sat in that position was not competent enough and did not achieve enough results. This should be handled by the Whip of Order, to remove those who neglect their duties, slack off in their work, and lose their faith from their positions that do not match their conduct."

"You make a good point, but it still doesn't convince me."

"So why should I make a postman from a district believe me?"

"You certainly don't need to do that," Simon bowed.

"Or maybe, is a member of the Whip of Order standing in front of me now, demanding that I make a statement on this issue according to the Internal Law of the Order of the Gods?"

"No, of course not, you misunderstood."

"Have you seen Rasma?"

"I..." Simon smiled bitterly, and finally nodded, "Yes, Lord Rasma is already in Roja City."

"Okay." Dis continued to pack up his things on the table, "He dares not come to see me."

Simon licked his lips. To some extent, he felt that the local judge in front of him was right.

In his communication with Lord Rasma, he did perceive the fear of this high priest towards the judge in front of him.

Most importantly, the high priest did not even hide this emotion, as if he thought it was only natural to fear the judge in front of him.

"Do you have anything you need me to convey to Lord Rasma?"

"Yes."

Simon immediately straightened his back, indicating that he would listen carefully.

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Dis took out a business card from a book in front of him and handed it to Simon. Simon took the card and saw that it read:

"Vice President of Roja Pastry Association - Angers."

"This is one of my believers. He comes to the church to pray every week. A few days ago, I specifically asked him for his business card. Please pass it on to Rasma. He needs it."

Simon blinked, puzzled, "Does Lord Rasma like to eat pastries?"

"He doesn't like to eat, but he likes to smell the scent of pastries. He thinks it can calm his mind."

"I see, it's like some people like incense." Simon pondered.

"Yes."

Dis took the things and walked around Simon, ready to leave.

After Simon put away the business card, he immediately followed up and asked, "I have one more thing I want to ask you, I hope to get your guidance."

"Speak."

"I originally thought that Lord Rasma came to the Rulan District for the super-specification god descent ceremony in Bellwin City, but now I feel that it seems not to be the case."

"Yes."

"So, do you know the true purpose of Lord Rasma's trip?"

"It's me.""You?"

"Yes."

Simon was taken aback. He had not expected the old man in front of him to give such a direct answer.

"But you were busy leading the believers in prayer this morning."

"Simon."

"I'm listening."

"If someone told you that the great God of Order will return to the world tomorrow, what should you do today?"

"I...I don't know. Just thinking about this hypothesis makes my brain feel chaotic. What do you think I should do?"

Dis laughed and replied, "Since tomorrow has not yet come, you should still focus on doing today's work. Take the documents I signed and send them back to the Rui Lan District Management Office for filing and reporting."

"I understand. Thank you for your guidance." Simon stopped and placed his hands on his chest, facing the back of Dis as he walked out of the church. "Praise Order, and also praise your generosity."

"He doesn't need your praise." Lasma's voice appeared behind Simon.

"My Lord." Simon saluted.

Lasma ignored his salute and reached out to take the postcard. "Do you know what makes Dis most helpless?"

"I think..."

"I just wanted to talk to myself, not hear your answer."

"Sorry."

"It's that he can casually throw away something that you think is important and give it to you. He doesn't need your gratitude because he doesn't care, just like his guidance to you earlier. You have been stuck at the level of a judge for a while, and the impact just now should have been significant, right?"

"Yes, earlier..."

"I can see that the power of faith in your body is colliding violently, which proves that you have been stimulated and enlightened by his words. You should find a quiet place now to sublimate your faith and then stabilize it."

"No, I think I should go back and deliver the documents. It's my duty," Simon said.

Lasma saw that the vortex of faith in Simon's body became even more intense as he spoke.

"You are a very talented young man," Lasma said.

"Thank you for your appreciation."

Lasma suddenly stood there with a complicated expression.

"What's wrong with you?" Simon asked.

"I suddenly remembered something from many years ago when I was young, and Dis was also young. We were selected by the church to form a team and enter an abandoned ruin for a trial. The elder in charge appointed Dis as the captain of our team. After the trial was successful, Dis said something to me: 'You are a very talented young man.'"

Simon: "This..."

Lasma pointed to himself and then to Simon, saying with a smile, "So, is the gap between him and me back then just like the gap between me and you now?"But I responded to him with a cold face: "I hope next time you're in the opposing team, then I will make you pay for your previous words."

So the older I got, the less I liked to reminisce;

Especially when it came to things related to Dis, every time I reminisced, I felt even more stupid about my past.

Simon dared not respond to this.

"You just asked Dis, what is my purpose for coming here?"

"Yes, I asked."

"His answer is correct. My purpose for coming here is for him. Maybe, at most ten days, our Order of the Gods will add another temple elder."

"Sir, are you talking about Judge Dis?"

"Is there anyone else?" Rasmar countered.

"So, are you here on behalf of the church to prepare a grand welcoming ceremony for Judge Dis?"

Rasmar shook his head. "No."

"No?"

"I am here to clean up the situation, that is, the situation where he refuses to enter the temple."

"Refuses... to enter the temple?"

Simon's face showed a look of shock. This was the biggest dream of every believer in the Order of the Gods.

"Don't be so shocked. Didn't I say it before? What you think is precious is not always important to him. After sensing the existence of someone who comprehends the Order of the Gods in the temple, a divination and calculation was immediately conducted. The result was that the other party had less than a ten percent chance of choosing to enter the temple to serve the God of Order."

"Less than ten percent?"

The next sentence from Rasmar made Simon kneel directly on the ground.

"There is an eighty percent chance that he will summon the Sword of Order and aim it at our supreme... Order of the Gods temple."

...

Dis walked home, and his familiar neighbors greeted him along the way, and Dis responded with a smile.

When he was close to his home, a figure in an old leather jacket appeared on the side of the road.

Dis stopped and looked at him, saying:

"I thought you would continue to hide from me."

"I really wanted to keep hiding." Rasmar spoke truthfully, "But I don't have much time left, because you don't have much time left."

"Yes." Dis admitted.

"Over the years, I never believed that you were really depressed, because on some racetracks, some people can achieve higher rankings even if they lie down and roll over, compared to others who exhaust themselves to run."

"Thank you."

"But I didn't expect that when we met again, the one who I once thought was my lifelong opponent, would already have the qualification to enter the temple and become one of the sublime beings that I need to kneel down and worship."

"You know, Rasmar..."

"Yes, I know, you're not interested in my worship." Rasmar took a breath, "But I think we can talk."

"Yes." Dis said, "I want to negotiate with the church.""You know, Dis, even the orthodox churches in this world don't have the guts to say such things to our Order of God. And you, you are a part of our Order."

"I believe the temple did some divination," Dis said calmly. "I can also guess the result of the divination. After all, it's about my thoughts, isn't it?"

"You're crazy."

"I'm just tired, like a child playing with building blocks. He builds block by block, carefully and enthusiastically, until he finally builds a tall tower. But suddenly, he loses interest in the game and knocks down the tower himself. He sees the scattered blocks on the ground, but he doesn't feel regret or heartache. On the contrary, he claps and laughs happily."

"You compare yourself to a child?"

"Because you are afraid of this child."

Rasma placed her hands in front of her and said, "I come to negotiate with you in the name of the High Priest of the Order of God."

Dis shook his head and said, "Not today. Seven days later, in the cemetery."

"Why?"

"Because I need to go back home now and taste the lunch my grandson made for me. In the afternoon, I plan to have tea and chat with him. He has become more cheerful lately and often wants to talk to me. I believe you will like him, a handsome and eloquent young man. Talking to him is really enjoyable."

"My daughter knitted me a sweater, and she plans to give it to me tomorrow. I want to try it on and let her modify it. She said some harsh words to me before in pursuit of happiness, although she has returned to the family now. I know she has been wanting to apologize to me, and I'm going to comfort her and tell her that she is always my beloved daughter."

"The day after tomorrow is my second daughter-in-law's birthday. She gave birth to a son and a daughter for my unruly son. It was not easy for her. I want to celebrate her birthday grandly. She has been struggling in this family, not only taking care of the family's birthday, but also taking care of the Yimeris family. We owe her too much."

"On the fourth day, it's my grandchildren's final exam day at school. I will pray for them as usual on the morning they take the exam, so they won't be nervous."

"Mina is doing well. She has always been stable. Lunt and Chris are more easily affected by emotions. They need someone's care and encouragement."

"On the fifth day, it's the anniversary of my eldest son and daughter-in-law's death. I killed them myself. Every year on this day, I mourn for them silently."

"On the sixth day, it's the funeral of my friend, Old Hoffen. The Rylans attach great importance to the whole day after the death of the deceased. He was my most frequent friend in the latter half of my life. I should do this for him."On the seventh day, it was my grandson's fiancée's birthday, and coincidentally, it was also my pet cat's birthday.

You see, for the next seven days, I'm very busy and have things to do.

So, I decided to schedule the negotiation for seven days later. At that time, after leading the congregation in worship at the church, I won't rush home. I'll wait for you...there."

"Your reasons are very detailed." Rasma said, "Sorry, I can't help but reply to you: You actually postponed and set the date for negotiation with the temple because of these trivial matters at home? Dis, do you know that not only have I come, but also the divine thoughts of three temple elders? I'm easy to talk to, but do you think those three temple elders will be as easy to talk to as me?"

"Then you need to go talk to them." Dis responded, "I have scheduled it for seven days later. There is still a chance for the temple to negotiate with me for the final decision. Of course, you can choose five days, three days, one day, or even now. But I think you should know what choice I will make."

"Dis, this is blasphemy against the God of Order."

Dis smiled and said, "When human affairs are not handled well, how can there be spare time to deal with gods?"

"I will convey your words to the three temple elders."

"Okay, thank you, Rasma." Dis pointed ahead, "That's my home, you should know it; 13 Mingke Street. Do you want to come in and sit for a while?"

"No." Rasma refused directly, then said, "Maybe in the future, I will have the opportunity to go in and take a look."

After saying this, Rasma regretted it and quickly corrected himself, "I'm just joking, I don't mean to threaten you."

Dis nodded.

Rasma breathed a sigh of relief and said, "If there is no reply, it means that your negotiation request in seven days has been accepted. I'll leave first. By the way, thank you for the pastry shop's business card."

As soon as he finished speaking, Rasma's figure turned into a black mist and dissipated in place. He left in a hurry, not daring to stay any longer.

Dis continued to walk forward and arrived at the door of his house. He turned around and stood in front of the gate.

Dis remembered the conversation he had with Karun here that day:

"Karun, where is this?"

"Home!"

...

He remembered that Karun fell to the ground after answering, and luckily the golden retriever was there to cushion his fall, otherwise he might have been injured.

He knew that Karun was very scared at that time because he did emit a killing intent, but Karun mistakenly thought that he wanted to kill him.

Standing at the gate of his home, Dis slowly turned around, his back facing the gate, his gaze sweeping around, and finally turning to the sky.

"In the future, the Inmoleis family will become a forbidden area for the church and even for the gods."Translation:

Genre: Urban, Supernatural

Character introductions: None

Story settings: Takes place in Hainan during a book event

Name correspondences: None

Original text:

Arrived in Hainan to attend the Qidian event. After updating last night, I immediately went to the airport and endured a sleepless night of traveling. I resisted my drowsiness and finished writing this chapter.

Only one chapter today.

Goodnight everyone, hugs to all!