Zhou Li seemed like a baby on a sunny day. During the time he was in Jordan, the city, known as the Fog City, had rare continuous sunny spells. Even if it is not a sunny day, the sun will quietly lurk in the clouds, leaving the people of Jordan with weak sunshine.
In fact, the war between humans and ancient gods in Jordan did not attract worldwide attention. The barrier of the Great Formation prevented many countries from synchronizing news of the war. Even until the death of the false god, many outsiders still believed that Jordan was just Erupted by a plague, there is no such thing as a war.
When the Great End came to an end and the devastated Jordan was revealed to the world, people were shocked to discover that a real war broke out in Jordan. The ruined walls, the corroded blood, the corpses on the ground, and the ferocious bones of the ancient god, all kinds of evidence show that this city has encountered a true battle between man and god.
In less than a day, the British and Southern governments unilaterally announced various details of the war. In that public document, except for the fact that the British and Southern governments concealed the truth about the grotesque disaster and the nature of the gospels, almost all the contents were true and clear. Even what happened to Roja's parents back then was written down in the document for others to review.
Of course, this was not discovered by Yingnan's conscience. If twelve moments had not broken into the Yingnan government agency with the evidence provided by Zhou Li, I am afraid that this document would have been hastily written with the sentence "Jordan natural gas pipeline explosion" thing.
Three days later, the Yingnan government signed a treaty with Zhou Li. Most of the contents of the treaty are classified as confidential. Among the remaining parts that are made public, the most shocking thing is the arrangements for Jordan after the war.
"Starting today, Jordan will be fully taken over by the Sixth Quarter Literary Church. The Literary Church will be responsible for Jordan's post-war reconstruction and retain Jordan's legislative, military and administrative powers for twenty years. During this period, the British and Southern governments will not Will be involved in any matters related to Jordan - Just Witness of the Church."
After reading out this contract, which made all Yingnan government officials feel humiliated and happy, the Yingnan officials breathed a sigh of relief, put down the contract in their hands with a mixture of sadness and joy, and said to Zhou Li in front of him: "Mr. Zhou Li, this contract Do you have any other questions?"
"No."
Shaking his head, Zhou Li looked at the man wearing a white short coat with a kind face and asked him, "Feiyu, do you have any opinions?"
"I have no objection either."
The man named Feiyu smiled at von Kerze. As the current first pope of the Church of Literature, Feiyu is the most famous and beloved writer in the world today.
Fei Yu once created an epic book called "The Faceless Rider", which was loved all over the world once it was released. The ideas conveyed in the book Faceless Rider inspired countless teenagers and determined to become the faceless knight in the book who remains anonymous but always has a heart for justice. Later, he successively released dozens of fantasy masterpieces such as "Spirit Giant" and "Five Color Warriors", and once became the most famous writer in the world.
Of course, based on this alone, it would be difficult for Feiyu to stand out in a literary church filled with talented people. What really made him the first pope was his inclusiveness.
As a fantasy writer, Fei Yu is famous in the literary world for his boundless love. His literary talent and appreciation are extraordinary, but he will always be passionate about words. He will never suppress potential writers because of his status. On the contrary, any truly talented but frustrated writer will always regard Feiyu as his life-saving straw.
For Feiyu, what he wanted was never wealth or power. What he wanted was a vibrant literary world.
It is precisely because of this that Zhou Li is very satisfied with Feiyu. Zhou Li found Feiyu a few days ago and sent him the message "I need you to help me rebuild Jordan". After receiving this news, Feiyu hesitated at first. After all, he was in charge of the Literary Church, and rebuilding a city was not what he was good at. But when Zhou Li took him around Jordan and vaguely revealed some problems with the Yingnan government, Feiyu was directly manipulated by Zhou Li's moral kidnapping and agreed to take over Jordan.
Of course, Zhou Li also knew that Feiyu and his Literary Church were not good at post-disaster reconstruction. At this time, he needed to take action.
“The next step is the funding sources and responsible units for the reconstruction.”
When this link was reached, the Yingnan officials fell silent looking at the long list of "Al Zisha United Chamber of Commerce" in their hands. After a long time, he raised his head, looked at Zhou Li, and asked quietly: "Do you two have any opinions on this list?"
"do you have it?"
Facing Zhou Li's rhetorical question, Yingnan official shook his head. Zhou Li spread his hands and said directly: "Isn't that the end?"
Nonsense, everyone can see what you are planning.
Looking at Zhou Li who almost had "Jordan will change his surname to Zhou" written on his face in front of him, the Yingnan official gritted his teeth and turned to the next page and continued: "Next is the statistics of those killed in action."
Having said this, Zhou Li regained his frivolous expression. He solemnly took the document and began to read it.
Most of the names above were unfamiliar. When those familiar names came into Zhou Li's eyes, his eyes dimmed a little.
"Roja should be held responsible for what he did."
After discovering an extra name on the list, Zhou Li was silent for a long time, and then said to the Yingnan officials: "We must clearly count what Luo Ya has done. There are many people who died because of him. There is no need to give me and Lao Ke saves face."
Zhou Li was obviously in a daze when he said the word "gram". He still remembered the way Kristen was talking nonsense while holding a wine bottle at the party that day. I also remember him holding Luo Ya's neck and drunkenly scolding Luo Ya for not going on a blind date and refusing to get married and have children. Zhou Li and others laughed happily, and so did Luo Ya.
"clear."
Yingnan officials did not say much. Although Roja was deceived and manipulated by the gospel, he did cause the death of others and countless injuries. But after all, he was Zhou Li's friend and the general's apprentice. The Yingnan government was worried about the influence of these two people and was not prepared to write evidence about Luo Ya at first.
"You don't need to worry about the monuments and memorial squares."
Putting down the list in his hand, Zhou Li rubbed his eyebrows and said in a low voice, "Feiyu, let me handle this matter."
"Okay, thank you for your hard work."
Feiyu nodded. Although he was the protagonist in this meeting, Zhou Li was the leader. He was very grateful to Zhou Li for saving the city. At the same time, Zhou Li's vague aura of the god of literature also made him feel friendly, so he did not object to Zhou Li's approach.
"Let me remind you, monuments and memorial squares are not very..."
Official Yingnan stretched out his hand and rubbed two fingers together. What he means is very clear. Monuments and memorial squares have too little oil and water to provide any profit at all. In fact, if the British and Southern governments were to take over the reconstruction work, they would probably pass on the various issues related to the monument and the square to others and leave it alone. This would save a lot of manpower and material resources.
Yingnan officials believed that Zhou Li accepted the reconstruction to make money. If he wanted to have a relationship with Zhou Li, he naturally had to remind him that this matter was not profitable.
"When you die, you will have a grave. Don't these heroes deserve to die?"
This sentence directly choked Official Yingnan back. He laughed twice and said nothing.
"The rest of the matter will be handled by the United Chamber of Commerce and the Literary Church. You can go back with the contract."
Leaning back on the soft chair, Zhou Li closed his eyes and said to the Yingnan officials: "Let me tell you about the current king. I checked the gospels and found that his father's soul is not there. But now that everyone is dead, the new king That is to say, I don’t want to go into details.”
After hearing these words, Yingnan officials suddenly felt panic in their hearts. It's easy to understand what Zhou Li meant. The old king, who was in his forties and in his prime, died in his room. His appearance at the time of death was extremely weird. However, Zhou Li told him that the gospel did not care about the old king at all. In this case, the old king's death was highly questionable.
The Yingnan official felt that he was beginning to be involved in a whirlpool and shuddered. After saying hello to Zhou Li, he quickly rushed to the Yingnan government with fear, not daring to stay for a moment longer.
At this time, only Zhou Li and Fei Yu were left in the entire conference room. After a long time, Feiyu looked at Zhou Li and asked:
"You saw Him, didn't you?"
"Um?"
Zhou Li was stunned for a moment with his eyes closed, and he quickly realized who Fei Yu was pointing at.
"Well, I've met him."
Nodding, Zhou Li didn't want to hide anything, and answered directly: "I met him during the final battle with the ancient god, and we communicated a lot with him."
Hearing this, Feiyu's mood obviously fluctuated. After a while, he chuckled and said to Zhou Li, "Is he happy?"
"Um?"
Zhou Li was startled again. He thought about the questions Fei Yu would ask him, such as whether Tuoma was dead, why he didn't answer his prayers, or why the god of literature entered the false body. But he never thought that Feiyu would ask him this question.
But Zhou Li didn't ask further questions. He just thought about it and then replied to Fei Yu: "In my impression, he has always been very happy."
"That's good."
A relieved smile appeared on his face. The man who had written countless works about heroes smiled gently, and his tone was full of relief: "If you are happy, it proves that he still loves words and is still creating."
"Is that all you want to ask?"
Zhou Li looked at Fei Yu and asked curiously: "Aren't you curious why he doesn't answer your prayers?"
"I know."
An unexpected answer came from Fei Yu's mouth, "He doesn't want literature to be controlled by gods, so he wants to leave all literature to humans, right?"
Zhou Li was stunned. The details might be slightly wrong, but what Fei Yu said was not far from the truth. But the problem is that the god of literature is obviously trapped in a false soul. Why does Feiyu know about this?
Seemingly seeing Zhou Li's slight doubts, Feiyu smiled and waved his hand, explaining to Zhou Li: "This is not what He told me. In fact, He has not given us any response for hundreds of years."
Hearing this, Zhou Li was suddenly a little shocked. The God of Literature said that in order to cover up his travels, he deliberately left an automatic question and answer machine, hoping to pretend that he still existed in the church. But from what Feiyu said, it seemed that there was something wrong with the automatic question and answer machine.
“In the beginning, the God of literature will still respond to us.”
Feiyu didn't like being a secret speaker either. He immediately explained: "Hundreds of years ago, many writers would pray to the gods and ask some literary questions. At the beginning, the god of literature could still give us responses, but Most of them are rather general and mechanical. As the writers'... knowledge becomes broader, and the questions they ask gradually become a little weird, the God of Literature gradually becomes a little tired, and in the end he stops responding."
"But in order to cover up this problem, popes throughout the ages began to connect believers' prayers to themselves, and then passed them to the God of Literature. If the God of Literature responded, they would give the god's answer to the believer. If the god did not respond, they would Write something yourself and give it to the believers.”
"ah?"
Although Zhou Li understood, he did not understand. Seeing this, Feiyu smiled helplessly. He stretched out his hand, and a piece of white paper appeared out of thin air. He showed it to Zhou Li, and a line of characters suddenly appeared on it.
"The Supreme Will, the God who governs reality and dreams, I pray to you."
"The protagonist in my novel froze a substance whose upper part was an elongated cylinder and put it in his mouth and couldn't pull it out. One of my readers said that I was obviously mentally handicapped in writing such a protagonist and hoped that I would stop writing it. I want to ask you, how can I gain the power to defeat this reader? He is a brilliant level warrior, and I really can’t beat him."
Putting down the paper in his hand, Feiyu looked at Zhou Li who had confusion written on the left face in front of him and unbearable written on the right face, Feiyu showed a helpless expression, "This is the letter written by the believers of the Literature Church. At the beginning, everyone asked... Ask questions about grammar or writing style, and then everyone can look up the information, and the questions you ask start to deviate from literature.”
This time, Zhou Lizhen couldn't hold himself any longer. He looked at those ridiculous words and said funnyly: "You are also free, and you really responded to them with your heart."
Yes, Feiyu really gave a serious response to that ridiculous question.
"If you can't beat him, use your writing to conquer him."
"After all, I am a pope too."
Fei Yu smiled bitterly and said to Zhou Li: "Actually, although everyone's questions were a little weird before I took over as the Pope, at least they were not so...obtrusive. But since I became the Pope, everyone began to like to talk to me often. The God of Literature communicates, I don’t know why, but I can only satisfy them.”
Hearing this, Zhou Li was in a trance. He looked at the man in front of him who had a gentle smile and always spoke in a leisurely manner. The god he had only met once emerged in his mind.
Gentle, kind, and humorous as a writer.
The most important thing is to be inclusive.
