“…… So, your Cult of Grace has had good results in Moonze? Has law and order improved dramatically? ”

It's been nearly two hours since Prince Wenfeng appeared in front of Paul Gibson with Shepherd Scott and Leon Patrick, the mayor of Muenze, and Paul Gibson is still repeatedly asking about the current situation of Muenze. This is not to blame for his prudence, but the establishment of a state religion is not a trivial matter, and once it is established, it is not appropriate to make any further adjustments unless there is anything big about it. And to solve the problem of fugitive slaves and evasion by pushing the Au-En Cult to the forefront, as suggested by Prince Wenfeng, is actually equivalent to putting the Au-En Cult in the position of a semi-state religion. Therefore, as long as he decides to adopt the suggestion of Prince Wenfeng, it is equivalent to tying the Divine Cult of Orn and Anken Ruiin tightly together, and caution and caution are completely necessary in Paul Gibson's opinion.

"Yes, Your Majesty, I can testify to that. When I first became mayor of Muenze, because the war had not subsided long ago, the order of production and life in the city had not been restored, and there were frequent cases of burning, killing, looting, robbery and rape. Later, when the Cult of Orn spread, there were many fewer related cases. Moreover, although many of us have fled to Elena, the total number of people that can be counted is indeed much better than that of several other surrounding cities. ”

"Yes, Your Majesty, as far as I understand, the Cult of O'En emphasizes the forbearance of this world in exchange for the Elysium after death. For the believers of the Cult of Augh God, the unhappiness and suffering of this world are the necessary experience of their atonement, and if they are devout believers, they will basically accept it calmly, and rarely take the initiative to change their circumstances. Even less devout believers have fewer thoughts of change or running away from suffering. So, I think the Cult of Orn is able to fulfill our purpose. ”

Like Leon Patrick, Prince Wenfeng is also actively speaking for Scott. They did this not because they had an interest in Scott, but because once they could help His Majesty the Emperor solve this problem, then Wenfeng's status as the prince and Leon's status as mayor would be much stronger.

"And, father, Archbishop Scott is an old acquaintance of ours. Don't you trust him? Isn't it clear that he could give up his position as the patriarch of the Tritheistic Church and the soon-to-be-acquired cardinal, resolutely start the Eun Cult, and eat rye bread with those poor people every day? ”

It seems that after seeing Paul Gibson hesitate for a long time, Prince Wenfeng began to try to convince his father from other angles. Paul Gibson waved his hand to signal him to be quiet while he began to meditate. After two hours of discussion, his thinking almost came to fruition. So, after just a short while, he looked up and gave the answer.

"It's possible, but it can't be done in one go. Let's choose two cities to openly promote the Aun Cult for half a year and see how it reacts. If it does work well, we'll roll it out across the country. If we can really solve the problem of fugitive slaves and truant workers, then I don't think there is anything wrong with making the Cult of Owen the state religion. ”

"Your Majesty, rest assured, the doctrine of the Cult of O'Grace is our duty to persuade people to do good and appease the people. Since Your Majesty trusts us, we will do this well. ”

Scott stood up and gave Paul Gibson a solemn salute. After that, he asked tentatively.

"I wonder if Your Majesty is interested in joining the Aoun Sect, if Your Majesty can join, then it will be of great help to our missionary work."

"We'll talk about it when you've proven that you're working," Paul Gibson added, after a moment's thought, as he seemed uninterested in denominational issues.

"Although it has been decided to give you two cities as pilots, the pilots are pilots, don't think about doing things in the east and west. I'll keep Filas on you. Do things objectively, you can't fake, you know? ”

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, we are still confident in this."

Prince Wenfeng nodded in response, chatted with Paul Gibson for a while, and then got up to leave. After they were gone, Paul Gibson and Emile Owen continued to talk about Elena's car, and although they were still a little worried, they were in a better mood. It seems that what Prince Wenfeng brought him was indeed an answer that made him more satisfied. However, as for the result, it will only be revealed after half a year.

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While Scott and the Emperor Anken Rein were talking about the future of the Cult of Orn, a huge procession was taking place in National Square in Sirama, the capital of the Negro Republic. Thousands of Neglo citizens gathered from all sides of the city to National Square holding signs praying for peace and celebrating the signing of the Treaty of Moon. They walked in order, most of them with joy and smiles on their faces. From time to time, slogans came out of the ranks, and the voices of "Celebrate the signing of the Treaty of Moon" and "Peace rather than war" rose higher and higher. These voices came and went, lingering over the National Square, and finally entered the consciousness of Andrzej Malakczyk, President of the Republic of Negro, who stood on a high platform in the center of the square.

Have these people forgotten the humiliation and suffering brought to them by the war that just ended? Once upon a time, where did all those who cried out for revenge and peace gone? Once upon a time, where did the people who were so supportive of the declaration of war against Ankenrein go? Since Elena's forbidden spell, the hardliners of the Negru Republic have disappeared without a trace overnight, and no one dares to offend a man closest to the archmage, let alone talk about the invasion, war, and revenge of the past. As a result, the discourse was occupied by the compromisers, and the Treaty of Moon was signed in this context, and the people, seemingly quickly, accepted the fact that their army of more than 200,000 troops had been slaughtered and moved on to the next agenda.

Re-election of the president.

Half a year ago, the war against Ankenrein was declared a failure because of a forbidden spell, and the frustration of the defeat of the capitalists and the workers, the peasants and the townspeople, all had to be borne by the capitalists, the workers, the peasants and the burghers. The dead archmage Piru Manino can only bear a small part of this anger, and more needs to be borne by President Andrzej Malakczyk, the initiator and initiator of the war in the first place.

Andrzej Malakeczyk, who was standing on the stage, thought a lot, and the people gathered in the audience gradually became denser. Everyone was waiting for his speech. Today, in the National Square, what was supposed to be a re-election speech, where Andrzej Malakczyk will hand over his presidency, and the new president, who will be elected in the National Assembly elections, will also take the stage on this day.

"Ladies and gentlemen—"

The bell rang, the appointed time had come, and the people gathered in the square fell silent. They staggered their signs, looked up, and looked at Andrzej Makarkzik, who was standing on a high spot, and in front of the president, a huge loudspeaker stretched out to the outside of the platform, one to the left and one to the right, to ensure that everyone in the square could hear him.

I am President Andrzej Malakczyk, and today is my last speech as President. Half a year ago, when I signed the documents that waged the Glorious War, our troops were strong, our equipment was strong and advanced, and our opponent was a barbaric country that was going through a civil war and was still using serfs. At that time, I thought we could win that war, achieve our revenge, and save the suffering people of that country—"

Andrzey's voice was loud, echoing through the square through those two huge trumpets. He spoke with no obvious emotion, just a low tone, as if he was carrying something.

However, a forbidden spell has completely destroyed our army and made us realize our own shortcomings. More than 200,000 soldiers are buried in their homeland, and we mourn and pray for them in the hope that they will be blessed by the three gods. Now that the war is over, life goes on. Your new President will address you here in the near future, and he will lead you out of your own path in a world that may once again have an archmage. Thank you very much for your support of my work over the past five years, I have always been a citizen of the Republic of Neglo no matter what, and I have always been proud of my citizenship no matter what, thank you! ”

Andrzey's speech was not long and not very informative. As a representative of the past, he wants to leave the stage to those who represent the future. He turned sideways and clapped vigorously, drawing everyone's attention to the president who was being elected by the National Assembly.

Woody Hedges, former chairman of the Front for Social Change, the largest party in the Negro Republic, resigned as president after being elected president. The forty-four-year-old man, dressed in a plain black suit, waved his hand and stepped forward. Andrzee walked up to him with a smile and pulled him to stand in front of the microphone.

"Dear citizens, I am Woody Hedges, and thanks to the love of all the members of the National Assembly and all the citizens of this country, I will be the president of this country in the next five years!"

"Wow-"

There was a round of applause, and although most of the people present did not know the Mr. Hedges, it did not affect their applause. After all, Andrzey, who started a losing war, has stepped down, and the closest threat to the country, Morale's Gastens, has also signed the Treaty of Moon, and in this context, no matter how much the new president tosses, it shouldn't be too bad, right?

"Thank you, thank you," Woody Hedges said with his hands flattened, signaling for silence, "Fourteen months ago, the Third Great Tide began the turmoil of the world, and the evil King Paul Gibson launched a war of aggression against us, and our people and soldiers fought to the death to finally drive them out of our land. And five months ago, Elena's Gastens ended this turbulent era with a forbidden spell, our war with Ankenriin is over, the civil war with Ankenrein is over, the war between Loren Robus and the Alonte Empire is over, the smoke that has just risen in the world has dissipated because of Gastens, and what will be left to us will be a new, peaceful future! It is precisely because of this that we signed the Treaty of Moon with Elena, and the two sides opened their markets, exchanged ideas, developed together, and looked for a better future of peaceful coexistence! As your new president, I am confident that I can witness such a future with all of you! ”

"Wow-"

The applause rang out again, this time noticeably more enthusiastic. The crowd loved the tune of the Hedges, clapping, cheering, and expressing their attitude. Hedges clearly liked the reaction as well, and he folded his hands to enjoy the moment. Andrzej had stepped down by this time, leaving all the space for the new president. Although deep down, he still felt that Gastens would become a fatal problem for the Negro Republic in the future, but he and those hardliners like him had lost power, and there was no place for them in the country's top political circles. So, what does the future of this country have to do with them?

Sighing softly and shaking her head, Andrzej left the square. His former backstage, Piru Manino, has lost his magic and is dead. And he, who is lucky to survive and continue to enjoy life, is already very satisfied. As for the future, what about it?

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While the new president of the Neglo Republic was giving his inaugural speech, Morale's president, Gastens, was standing outside the Los Angeles crossing, watching a long motorcade drive into the distance. Thomas Gurakos, head of Elena Industrial Systems, stood beside him, equally looking at the long motorpile.

"This is the first batch of power machinery, all supplied to The Paper, who will use this Chaoyang 1 small steam engine to produce their own steam cars. According to the last communication with them, their steam locomotive will be on sale in about half a year. ”

Gurakos flipped through the notebook in his hand and reported the situation softly to Gastens. Gastens already knew about these things, and he nodded, not saying much.

"Chief," Gurakos hesitated and asked, "why don't we make our own cars and sell them?" The price of Hongqi cars can be bought so high, we sell a few more, don't we have everything? ”

"That's just an example, didn't I say that the price is not just for the car, it's for me......"

Gastens is still very sober about this matter, "Moreover, for those capitalists, give them some benefits, they will have the motivation to keep the peace and give us room for development." And with time, and with enough income, we can continue to develop the military and the economy. What's more, there are so many manpower and resources needed to produce a car, and I don't want them to crowd Elena's limited productivity. At this stage, heavy industry is still dominated by the military. ”

"Understood."

Gurakos nodded, tapped the sentence in his notebook a few times, and looked up again. The tail of the long convoy was already visible, and the leader of the team had disappeared at the end of the road. The cold wind of early spring blew past Gurakos, taking away his last doubts.

In the future, it should be better, right?