On a starless and moonless night, the sky was overcast and cloudy, as if it would rain at any moment.

The door of the outer courtyard of the temple of Hades was wide open, and bright lights oozed out, illuminating half of the square in front of it. Even though the light is always shrouded, the cold silhouette of the temple rising and falling in the darkness is still involuntarily reminiscent of cemeteries, towns, funeral parlors, and other buildings that are closely related to death.

The black limousine drove straight in, and as soon as it stopped at the edge of the square, a guard of the Holy Cult Army greeted it:

"Mrs. Curtis?"

A slightly chubby woman pushed the door and got out of the car, raised her head and looked at the temple, her face turned pale, obviously affected by the atmosphere of the building.

She was about forty years old, well-mannered, and wore a conservative beige gown, which at a glance was recognizable as a housewife. Holding a white woven bag in his left hand, he rubbed his right hand on his skirt before reaching out to shake hands with the Holy Sect Army:

"No, I'm Orm, Madame's maid. ”

"Where's Madame?"

As the Holy Cult Army asked, his eyes were glancing into the carriage.

"In the carriage. ”

The maid hurriedly withdrew her hand and replied respectfully.

Just as the guard was about to poke his head into the carriage, he suddenly noticed that Evan's footsteps behind him were approaching, and quickly retracted his head and moved out of the way.

"Mrs. Curtis?"

Ivan passed him by, strode into the carriage, and asked softly in a voice worried about waking the sleeper.

“......”

The woman leaning against the curtain of the carriage turned her head and tilted her head to look at him.

She sat quietly in the carriage, quiet like a water lily, blooming in the darkness of no one. It was a beautiful lotus that made you want to paint for her and let her stay in the memory album forever.

That's right, she's Mrs. Curtis, the mother of the world of Evan. Perhaps because of the tiring travel, the unpowdered face looked tired, and it seemed that it might close its eyelids and fall asleep at any moment.

"Who are you?"

She sat on the bench with her legs crossed, tilting her head to look at Evan, looking like a curious but scared swan. Those dark eyes were full of doubts, and with her tired face, she was like a sleeping beauty awakened in a fairy tale, staring at the person who woke her up in a daze.

"I'm Evan, your son. He replied habitually in a whisper, as if he was afraid of disturbing the other party.

"Son...... Son ......"

She lowered her head and hugged her legs tightly, like a peacock with self-pity, her pupils flashed with magnificent light, as if golden memory fragments were surging up.

"My son...... Who is it?"

When Mrs. Curtis raised her head again, the light in her eyes faded like petals falling in the wind.

"It's me, I'm Evan, you're my mother. ”

"I'm a mother......"

There were ripples in her empty eyes, like a storm that had stirred the calm sea.

"You are my son. ”

Immediately, Mrs. Curtis burst into a smile and laughed softly, as if she had just realized this, and immediately let go of her legs, stretched out her hand and stroked the side of the other party's face:

"It's so good, you're my son. ”

"Hmmm......"

Evan took her hand and studied her carefully.

After the death of his cheap father, Mrs. Curtis also broke down, at first with memory loss, and then from illness to become more and more serious, forgetting everything that had happened before she and her husband met. Now it's like a big rag doll, she doesn't remember anything, she doesn't know anything, and she has even forgotten that Evan exists, and she has to rely on her elderly parents to take care of her daily life.

Her world is stuck in the age of poetry and fairy tales, where there is no pain, no loneliness, and the son is just a noun for her, a symbol of a familiar boy.

"Aum. ”

He called the maid's name.

"Yes, young master. ”

"Take Madame, come with me. ”

Evan let go of his slightly cold hand and exited the carriage, watching the maid coax Mrs. Curtis out of the carriage as if she were a little girl.

For Curtis, his son was just a familiar stranger.

For Evan, Mrs. Curtis's image as a mother is far inferior to that of a mother in her previous life. To a certain extent, compared to the role of mother, the other party is more like a medium connecting him and Blue Star, and because of this, he can't be left alone no matter what.

Love, mercy, and the most important duty were the weight of Mrs. Curtis in his heart.

......

After settling Mrs. Curtis and preparing to help her retire in her old age, Evan let go of a burden in his heart and began to prepare for his own affairs.

He is now the titular administrator of the Temple of Hades, in charge of all religious affairs, and theoretically has great power, almost half of the 'Pope' or 'Ecumenical Patriarch', but in reality he has nothing to do.

It's not because there is no team, the team is there, and although the old departments of Ozmandis are not very reliable, they can be used.

The most important thing is that there is no precedent!

If there is a precedent, everything can be done according to the charter, and there is a clue to how it can be managed.

But the grass platform team of the Hades Temple was only orally sealed by Ailu Luomei, and they had no experience in how to manage religious personnel, how to meddle in religious affairs, and how to embed and maintain the operation of the religious system.

It's a project from scratch, and Evan doesn't really care about it and doesn't know exactly how to do it, but he knows how to use limited resources.

Fame, even if it is just an empty shell, is an important resource.

What's more, Evan not only has a name, he now has the right to appoint and dismiss personnel, as long as he has the heart, there will be a steady stream of people crying and shouting to help.

But how to distinguish what is talent and what is mediocre?

Ivan reacted first to the imperial examination, or the exam.

After thinking about it carefully, he decided to forget it, the imperial examination was too advanced for the current Menes, and it was a move to challenge the existing order of the entire society, and he did not have this qualification now, not even Ailu Luomei.

Then, according to the consistent practice of the Menes Empire, the big families recommend each other, then look at the bloodline, then look at the family, and finally look at the talent.

In fact, there is nothing wrong with doing this, before universal education for all, the existence of aristocratic families can ensure the inheritance of the knowledge system. The knowledge system is inherited by aristocratic families, and talents can only be found from aristocratic families.

But the order needs to be shuffled, first look at talent, then family, and finally blood - just make sure that these people are part of the family and nobility.

How?

Of course, let's hold a banquet first to attract people and promote it!