"It's so happy!", Angelo has something to say, a heartless person, thanks to the fact that he and Domingo are brothers of the same father and mother, otherwise there would be no chance of such a prodigal situation. He took two breaths, and when his breath was even, he pouted, "But I have to complain, Rosie, you sing really ugly." ”

Rosie rolled his eyes, he had a stinging pain in his throat now, he had used his voice too much just now, and he didn't open his throat, and he was hurt. He pointed to the conductor, who clenched his fists tightly, his eyes closed, and his body trembled slightly. Rossi knocked on the podium with his baton, and the conductor suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the beloved stick.

"How do you feel?" asked Rosie in a hoarse voice.

The conductor was stunned for a moment, his face suddenly turned red, he had been immersed in the venting of emotions just now, and the vulgar music and untimely drums in his ears seemed to have a kind of magic, which made him can't help but want to vent the accumulated resentment and anger. As a conductor of a band, of course he can dance, and he dances very well. Whether it's a waltz or a tango, even if it's just a good thing to play. Music and dance have a sense of reasoning on a certain level, one uses music to write poetry, and the other uses body to praise.

But he didn't dance any kind of dance he knew to vent his emotions, but just followed the demonic drum beat, shaking his head and twisting his limbs, tilting his anger out through powerful movements. As a very good orchestra conductor, he has listened to any piece and can't say that he remembers it 100% in a short period of time, at least half of it. But his mind was blank now, and the music he had just heard seemed to never exist, and there was nothing in his mind, only the blood rushing wildly in his veins.

He looked at Rosie, looked at Andiel, clenched his fists, and nodded affirmatively, "This...... It's a kind of ...... that I haven't seen before. Form. He carefully chose his words to not let himself be naïve.

Rosie's throat was uncomfortable, too lazy to speak, pointed to the command platform under his feet, and retreated.

The conductor looked at Rosie for a moment, "My name is Jobant. He took the baton and stood on the podium, took a deep breath, and the musicians held their breath and stared at Jobbert, who had always been respected, waiting for his instructions.

The baton in his hand was raised high in an arc, his eyes closed and he brewed for a while, recalling the rhythm of the magic sound just now, but the movements in his hands slipped down in an extremely graceful posture against his will. His face suddenly froze, and he raised his hand sharply and pressed down, and the music he had just remembered stopped abruptly, and the sound of the cello before it had time to finish was like a low, shrill noise from a worn drum brake.

"No, no!", Jobt's face turned red, he reached out and tore off his bow tie, took off his gown and slammed it to the ground, unbuttoning the ceremonial button, revealing his chest full of chest hair. He gritted his teeth and roared, "Emotions!"

He waved his arms, sonorous and powerful, as if he was a general on the battlefield, wielding a long sword to slash the enemy, and the momentum of a golden iron horse rushed to his face.

A completely different style of music suddenly arises, but it doesn't seem to be the same as what Rossi has been directing. Rosie shrugged his shoulders helplessly, "It will take some time to practice." ”

For the next few days, Jobert was looking for a feeling, and Rossi was resting for a while.

"Here's what you're asking for. Aarez threw a thick bag of documents on the table, which contained the materials of most of the nobles in the imperial capital. There is no particularly detailed information, most of it is some very ordinary introduction, who has a few people in the family, who are the brothers and sisters, who are the people who are married, and that's it. "I was going to give it to you earlier, but you seem busy. ”

Rosie opened the file bag and took a random one and flipped through it, "It's not that it looks, but it's really busy." ”

"I don't really understand if it's really necessary for you to be so busy. "You are an apostle, not a nobleman, you shouldn't be so deeply involved with them, and you haven't done your morning class for many days, which is too undeserved." Alexander complained a little, thinking that you lost a lot because of a small loss, and strength and holy power are what we can really rely on. ”

Rosie put down the file and looked up at the middle-aged man, this was the first time he had raised his opinion on himself, Rosie was very important, "Do you think we are good or bad now?" I mean the development and prospects of the church. ”

Yarez thought for a moment and replied expressionlessly, "For now, it's indeed much better than before. ”

Rossi asked again: "If I work hard every day to cultivate, pray, and accumulate holy power, then can I have the strength of Thor, no, the archbishop by the age of twenty, and the strength of a cardinal?"

With a slightly embarrassed expression on his face, Ares shook his head and said, "This is impossible, the accumulation of holy power is not an overnight thing, it needs to be accumulated for a long time. And the growth of the Holy Power is getting slower and slower, and it may take a long time for you to have strong personal strength. ”

Rossi smiled, "Then I spent thirty or forty years or more in exchange for the church standing still, and the church just has one more cardinal, even if I am the Holy Son, the church has an archbishop like Rodean, does it make sense? I don't know how many ascetics there are in the church, and I don't know what hidden power there are, but over the years, there will always be a few more powerful apostles." Did their birth and appearance make things better for the Church?", Rosie poured himself a glass of cider, the Templars were forbidden to drink alcohol, and he didn't want to break the rules, so he didn't pour a glass for Areth, "What the Church needs is development, a sustainable and good momentum of development, not an additional high-end combat power. Although personally, I also want to have a strong strength.

But I have something more important to do, and that is to change, to change the current situation in the church. If I had more power and had a certain say in the ruling class of the Empire, the development of the Church would be much smoother. More believers will create more high-end combat power, which may not be visible in 10 years, or 20 years, but what about 40 or 50 years from now? When a church with millions or even tens of millions of members stands on top of the world again, even if it cannot regain its former glory, it will at least be much better than it is now.

Yarez, the existence of each person, has its own mission. My mission is now. ”

Ares was silent for a long time, and what Rossi said was not a castle in the air, but a real fact that could be seen and touched. In just six months, the church has grown by leaps and bounds, and its influence has also moved out of Greenland Province, and almost a limited number of missions can be carried out in five provinces.

Combined with the church's consistent doctrine and almsgiving, the number of believers has increased to almost 70,000 or 80,000 in just six months. These 70,000 or 80,000 believers may not seem like much, but before Rossi appeared, the number of believers in the entire church was about that number. In other words, the number of believers in the church doubled, it took half a year, and the territory expanded several times.

It's not a question that requires extreme intelligence to think about, it's simple and straightforward, like one plus one.

Ares was silent, he took a deep breath and stood up, "I see, mission!"

Rosie pointed at him and said with a smile, "Yes, mission." ”

Looking at Areth, who turned to leave, Rosie took a sip of fruit wine. He knew that there would be people in the church who would not look down on him, and there was always no shortage of brainless people in this group of people who had been oppressed for three hundred years. If Arère only raised doubts, then there must be opposition in the church as well. Rossi's development is too smooth, and some people will inevitably look red. What he did was not particularly difficult to do, but he was simply compromising with the ruling class of the empire on behalf of the Church, which could be done by another person.

But the life he is enjoying now is different from those in the church, and it can be said to be a kind of enjoyment.

People are like this, they always only stare at others.

If everybody is suffering, no one will say anything, but most people are suffering, and one of them is so not very prestigious, even if the noble person is enjoying heavenly treatment, there will be people who are unbalanced. Everyone has an inferior root nature, and no one can be an exception, some people can suppress this bad root nature, and some people can't suppress it, and they have to release it.

Rossi pouted disdainfully, he was indifferent to the Church's policy all along, and in the past three hundred years, apart from intensifying conflicts with the ruling class, making the Church only preach in Greenland, what else had this group of people done? Maybe they threatened the lives of the nobles, made the nobles fear them and shouted and killed, which would make them feel very proud, or rather, they felt the feeling of the heyday of the church—they were afraid of the church.

But what else?

There are not many believers, there is no construction in the economic field, and even the absorption of fresh blood can only be done by adopting orphans.

Now you dare to jump out and brush your presence with teeth and claws?

Rossi drank the wine in the crystal cup in one gulp, then come, fight, he believed that anyone who was truly willing to return to the top of the church would understand him and obey him.

As for those who can't integrate with the new era and new policies and ideas, let them sink forever!