Ever since Hawke officially took over the power of the Temple of the Moon Temple, Drew has been busy, even pinching the time to eat. No, whether it was to complete the work of the chief priest who had been absent for a long time, or as the new guardian of the elven race, he first had to face all kinds of entertainment from the Moon Temple and the elven kingdom.

Besides, the group of guys outside who came over in the name of worshipping Lady Luoyu are not vegetarians. By the day before Lady Rain's funeral, the Guardians of all races except the Dragons and Demons had visited the Lower Drew under various guises. Speaking of which, the visits were one after the other, and Drew didn't give Drew any time to rest at all. Every night Drew felt his facial muscles frozen in a smirk, and was laughed at by Jamilia for a while.

The Dragons and Demons only greeted Drew as he passed by in a hurry, and did not squeeze into Drew's chief priest's meeting room in the Moon Temple with the Holy Orders of the other races. In recent years, due to the resale of the Holy Rank potions handed over from Drew, the Dragon Clan's warehouse, which had been a little empty since it was robbed by Lady Luoyu, was once again full. So the dragons, who have been the biggest winners in recent years, didn't bother Drew at such a time, because they had already reaped the full benefits from Drew. And Ankasa and them are because they are the public enemies of the Ella Continent, and because they have received a lot of benefits from Drew, including the Luna wine, it is difficult to pull down and play hooligan with Drew.

It's just that the two races didn't come to visit, which only reduced Drew's pressure a little, and almost all the Holy Order visitors of the other races inquired about Drew's good goods in the name of visiting before.

At this time, the dwarves who were coaxing with the other races made Drew hate it a bit. Led by Hank, these shameless wine worms ran to Drew and chattered for days, each time they came in a variety of beautiful names, but no matter what time they talked about wine, they would definitely have the idea or offer to "visit" a certain cellar. Question: In order to entertain this group of Saint-level powerhouses this time, Drew sent his brother to his secret cellar to move 50 barrels of various quality collections, and only left himself more than 20 barrels of slightly older blue quality wine as a secret store, so that they had the opportunity to upgrade to purple quality, so it is impossible for this group of dwarves to imagine that there is no infinite amount of delicious wine! And even if there was still a lot of wine left, Drew didn't want to invite the drunkards to his cellar for a "tour", because this behavior was completely self-defeating.

So, after much hard work, Drew finally drove the dwarven Saints out of his meeting room under the threat of reducing the amount of alcohol he provided each year.

"Isn't it said that dwarves hate bargaining and political battles the most? Why does this group of dwarven saint-rank powerhouses seem to be more difficult than humans and goblins? MD: Are you here for the funeral of Lady Falling Rain, or are you here to rob the priest's wine? If it weren't for the sake of the Father's contract, because of your coaxing this time, I would have cut off the supply of Baiguo wine and liquor! Still want to try the Luna wine? Think too much! It seems that no one has tasted the taste of Luna wine except for a few supreme gods now! ”

"I don't know who the barrel of Luna wine from 2 years ago will be handed over. If I'm right, it's supposed to be sent out at the funeral of Ms. Falling Rain. Anyway, the other three High Priests of the High Temple had all come running. Does Lord Thor think that the High Priest of the Sea Clan is not enough? He even sent a high priest of the dead. Unaware of what she was thinking, she threw her High Priest and Paladin...... Forget it, the earning is also earned by your brothers and sisters, and this priest only has a barrel of Luna wine in his hand, and it has nothing to do with this kid after sending it out. I don't know how His Majesty Kasha handled the barrel at that time, it seems that it has not been used until now? ”

On the last day before Lady Rain's funeral, Drew, who had completely collapsed after sending away the three priests and paladins of the High God who had come to visit, ignored the reminder from the eyes of High Priest Selene Palm, and began to complain about the dwarven priests who had just been sent away.

According to their fallacies, although dwarves, orcs, and demons all believe in Lord El, the High Priest is generally from the dwarven race. It's just that the dwarf race with the highest priest is not the race that has dedicated the moon god wine to Lord El for the first time, which is a bit too unreasonable. Therefore, they felt that Drew, whether it was for the sake of long-term alliances or transactions, should provide at least 1 barrel of Luna Wine to the Dwarves.

To be honest, the Holy Rank powerhouses of other races just came to say hello to Drew, and their negotiations with Ddrew must have been after Ms. Rain's funeral. It's just that the relationship between the dwarves and the elves is too iron, so they didn't care about these at all, and they ran over and began to pester Drew.

Of course, in the past few days, watching Drew deal with this group of dwarves and other Saint Rank powerhouses, including the High Priest, the high-ranking members of the Moon Temple who assisted Drew in the inner meeting room were all taken aback by the sophistication shown by Drew. In the past few days, Drew has not only been able to accurately call out the name and occupation of each Saint-Rank powerhouse every time, but he can also chat with any Saint-rank powerhouse for a while, and he is also the kind that does not have any rudeness. This made the upper echelons of the Moon Temple, who had been sweating for Drew, completely relieved of the new Moon God High Priest.

It's just that they don't know that Drew is just cheating this time. As long as this group of Saint-level powerhouses says their names, their approximate attributes can be displayed in the system panel. Moreover, whether it was in the City of Life or the City of Glory, Drew, who had spent a lot of time in the library, could perfectly deal with any Holy Rank powerhouse as long as he added his own insights to the evaluation of the system a little. Coupled with the mentality that Drew had already matured in his previous life, it was a bit difficult to make him act rude at such a critical moment.

"Tomorrow will be the real battlefield!"

It's just that Drew also understands that these days are just a warm-up preparatory act. When Ms. Falling Rain's funeral is over, there is something he Drew has to do.

As it turned out, Drew had been caught up in a battle of rules that was even more uncomfortable than usual intrigue since the funeral of Ms. Falling Rain. It was only to Drew's relief that the priest of Lord Thor, who was from the undead clan, did him a great favor at the funeral of Lady Falling Rain.

The elves are all about returning to nature. When an elf dies, he or she often buries his or her body in the forest and plants a sapling as a tombstone, leaving no graveyards like humans. And when Drew, under the watchful eyes of the elves and the holy rank powerhouses who came to worship, buried the Lady Falling Rain in the courtyard of the hut where she was alive, and planted a silver moon pine representing the moon god, and completed the prayer to the moon god, the priest from the undead clan stood up.

"The end of life is the realm of the great Lord Thor. At this moment, Lady Philvina St. Windsong Falling Rain is trying to return to the arms of the great Lord Luna, hoping that the great Lord Sol will open the net and return this pious soul to the Moon God. May the soul of Lady Philvina St. Windsong Falling Rain sleep peacefully in the bosom of the moon god. ”

The undead priest's actions took Drew by surprise. To be honest, although they often talk about returning to the embrace of the moon god, they all know that according to the rules of the supreme god, death is under the control of His Excellency Thor, the god of the sea and the underworld. With one exception, if the deceased was a very devout believer and was sung a requiem by the priests of Lord Thor, then the deceased would have the privilege of truly returning to the arms of his own god. And the preparation of the official requiem that the high priest of the undead is currently doing.

Drew quickly made way for the High Priest to give him enough space to complete the Requiem. This was the perfect ending for Lady Falling Rain, and Drew had no reason to stop the High Priestess of the Undead from chanting a requiem belonging to Lord Thor. Out of the way, Drew nodded gratefully to the High Priest of the Undead.

Because according to what Drew learned from the literature, chanting a requiem did not come without a price. If the requiem were to be received from a truly devout believer, the chant would only be weakened for a while. Once the subject of the Requiem is not a devout believer, the chant often faces the penalty of a reduction in professional rank. And no matter what the situation is, it takes a lot of divine power and all kinds of precious magic materials to sing the Requiem, but it is an unchanging fact, so this time the high priest of the undead clan is a big gift to Drew.

However, the high priest did not stand on the throne that Drew had given up, but turned his head to look at the other person who had come out of the crowd. Drew immediately recognized the person who had come out as Punks St. Dark Sea, the High Priest of Lord Thor, from the Sea Clan.

The High Priestess of Lord Thor stepped forward, walked to the throne that Drew had given up, looked at the High Priest of the Undead at random, nodded to each other, and then they sang a requiem together. According to what Drew learned afterwards, the High Priest of the Sea Clan was not good at the magic of death, but at this time, Drew was grateful for the great gift from the Ocean Temple.

In that sacred requiem, Drew silently made a vow in his heart to the senior who had guarded him for more than 100 years.

(You can go in peace.) I will do my best to bring prosperity to the Temple of the Moon and the Elves. Although your vampire behavior has caused me a lot of trouble, I thank you for your constant and silent protection at this moment. ）

As Drew prayed, the sapling that had just been planted in the lesson seemed to nod to Drew in the Requiem.