Snorri can judge papers very quickly. He only needs to take a rough look to know whether the candidate has answered the question correctly. It's easy to stand out. You just need to be able to read the needs of the demigod dwarf king from the clues of his past behavior and the hints in the question.
In terms of religion, he hopes to harvest faith from human society; in terms of politics, he hopes to find a "second dwarf" who is willing to be the spokesperson for the interests of the dwarves.
Nowadays, the Southland also "rules people by people", but the managers are all the original noble elders of each community, and they represent the interests of the community rather than Snorri's. This makes sense as a transitional policy, but adjustments will need to be made as Southland gets on track.
"The handwriting is really awkward, but what I wrote is somewhat interesting."
"The preface doesn't match the postscript, so what's the point of copying the question?"
"This guy is nice, but he doesn't know his origins! Why am I starting to pay attention to my origins?"
After a night of hard work, Snorri sorted the papers into categories, a pile that was eliminated at a glance, a pile that was quite good, and another pile that needed further investigation in the undetermined area.
The minimum number of candidates for the interview on the second day was also higher. In this world, people who want to be able to read and write must be from a noble family or have a rich family. Only when food and clothing are secure and life is guaranteed can we have time to improve our culture.
"For this group of people, let's pay the travel expenses and return them. The rest will be arranged to improve the accommodation standards. I have to rest for two days and then talk to them in detail."
Five hundred candidates were eliminated, and more than four hundred were eliminated. Being able to screen out nearly a hundred candidates with both ability and willingness basically met Snorri's expectations. One human generation only lasts twenty years, so maybe there will be talented people from generation to generation!
"Everyone, among all the candidates, your performance is the best and your willingness is the strongest. I have the most difficult task for you. Of course, the rewards will be beyond imagination."
In front of the long table in the clan secret room, Snorri sat at a table with twelve humans dressed in different clothes. They looked at each other warily, their eyes revealing agility and competition.
"You guessed it right. I need the worship power of my human friends to cast my godhead. The more, the better."
After traveling thousands of miles to the Eternal Peak and confessing their thoughts on the test paper, they sat here. They were mentally prepared for what the task was, and they also knew that there would be no turning back when they entered this room. Therefore, Snorri did not play charades anymore and went directly Let’s get straight to the point.
"I want you to return to your respective hometowns to spread my faith. From now on, you should call yourself an apostle. After I successfully become a god, you can enjoy all the glory and wealth while you are alive, and you should have a place in my kingdom of God after your death. , the soul is protected from chaos."
Snorri compared the area, population and other factors of each human force with the candidates in his pocket and decided to arrange one person each from Estalia, the Tilean Federation, the Border Princely Territory, and the Arabi Coast.
Three people from the Human Empire, two people from the Kingdom of Bretonnia, two people from Kislev, and the last one went to Norsca via Erengrad, trying to spread his faith to Chaos with the help of the Norscan dwarves. In the wasteland.
"As you wish!"
"Ula!"
"halas!"
Before the words were spoken, a few guys were already celebrating crazily, but the rest were ashen as water, waiting for Snorri to elaborate further. The situation of missionary work varies greatly in different countries, and the candidates cannot be cut out of the same mold.
"It is my honor to serve the true God!"
"You, uh, my god, what exactly does your power include?"
"With your famous generosity, you will never hesitate to provide necessary support!"
The area of responsibility is the relative calm of the Empire and Bretonnia, who face greater pressure. In other regions, no one god has achieved an overwhelming position. There are many spokesmen of minor gods vying for the belief pool. Although the situation is chaotic, it also comes with more space and opportunities for maneuver.
"I know you are excited, and I am as excited as you, but don't worry, even Heildenhammer, a good friend of the mountains, took fifty years to ascend to the throne of God."
Snorri raised his hand and pressed it. "Cultivating" a demigod into a true god was so hormone-stimulating. Look at the gorgeous cathedrals and the high-ranking priests worshiped in the old world. Even the electors did not dare to despise this kind of power.
"My power will include wealth, reputation or contract, and power. I believe that every intelligent creature will need them. Why not start with you? Make an oath in front of this book."
As Snorri spoke, he took out an ancient scroll with a slate cover. This was the Book of Hatred in Plateau Castle that he found. It is now also used as the Book of Hatred in the entire Southland. It is considered a very high-standard carrier. .
"I João swear!"
"Jacob will always be loyal to you!"
Speaking of this, the green-skinned war pigs all knew what to do. They lined up to sign and pledge, officially becoming the first batch of believers of the God of Wealth in another world.
"You all know that I am a generous dwarf. I will reward all the unbelievers with gold coins and wealth. In the beginning, the most loyal apostle, gold and silver mountains are not included!"
Snorri glanced at the twelve people as he spoke. He still didn't have the nerve to say the words "understand the applause". He has been thinking these days. The brainwashing routines used by the successful masters in his previous life are worth referencing, but in order to make the most of them, he still needs to have some talent.
"First, after the meeting, you all line up to pick an epic treasure for self-defense - this is a good thing on the same level as the Rune Fang. Second, with my token, the resources of each dwarf force can be used. Of course, the purpose and effect are It needs to be reported promptly.”
After being king for so many years, he knew the importance of feeding his horses. These people are not good people, and good people cannot do missionary work. In the end, it is you who suffer the consequences of drinking chicken soup.
"Finally, you must take good care of my idol and this encrypted transmitter. To borrow my power, you need to use this as a medium. Try to place it in a place where the wind of magic is active. The loss of my power can be smaller."
As he spoke, Snorri took out a pile of exquisite small boxes and distributed them one by one. Looking at the human-looking statue inside, each of the apostles had doubts on their faces, but no one asked questions out of curiosity.
As a foreigner, getting a human vest to preach has proven to be effective. Snorri was a human in his previous life, so there is no restriction on using his past appearance as a template. He didn't want to make his plans obvious until the final stage. If he wanted to fight Chaos, he would have to cooperate with the Gods of Order and their followers.
"Two more reminders: Do not reveal my true identity under any circumstances. Death by explosion is relatively minor, but your soul will be tortured forever; the amount of resources that can be mobilized will be linked to your performance. Don't think about false reports and extraordinary power. It’s beyond the ordinary.”
(End of chapter)
