Early the next morning, Rossi went to Prince Fabio's mansion with what he had prepared, and Hano came out of nowhere, and followed Rossi with a smile on his face. Rosie almost asked a few times, but after thinking about it, it was better to forget it, and it was not good to reveal some things. Besides, Hano's doing this would only do him good and not harm.

I don't know if the idol of the evil god gave Rosie too much room for reverie, he didn't sleep well all night, and he couldn't sleep after tossing and turning.

People are fickle, and beggars beg to be pitied by passers-by and give him a bite to eat. When he had eaten his fill, he hoped to have two dollars to spend. With some money in his pocket, he hoped to have a house. Given him a house, he began to pursue the family. When he is happy with his family, he will be delusional about being rich and rich. With wealth and power, his ambitions will continue to swell, so why can't he live longer?

Rossi is just an ordinary person, an ordinary person like a beggar, and the ordinary person represents ignorance, greed, and being dominated by desire.

Of course, this desire can be said to be better, that is, upward motivation and self-motivation.

But the meaning is the same.

The first thing he did when he was reborn was that he hoped to survive, and after being adopted by the church, he hoped that he could have a little power to protect himself, and when he came into contact with the nobility, he hoped that he could control the fate of others.

He was halfway there, and was about to be promoted to the rank of Viscount of the Empire, a title that was not too big or small, with a small fief and could control the fate of the commoners within the fiefdom. He also wished he could live a long time and have great power, as everyone thinks, especially since this is not some unattainable and stupid fantasy.

There are not a few people in the church who lived to be 170 or 80 years old, or even 200 years old. The power of the Light will cause life to drain more slowly, and this wonderful power will allow people to get an alternative evolution, and there is a real example of this by Rossi's side - Thor.

The old guy has lived for more than a hundred years, but it seems that he can live a little longer.

Why can't I? Actually, I can!

Along the way, Rossi's mind was very chaotic, on the one hand, it was the church's nurturing grace for him in the past ten years, and on the other hand, it was the path of pursuing strength and self-evolution, which was really difficult to choose.

The church did not abandon him, did not do anything to him, but supported him very much. But the sprouts in his heart were dangerous, for he was always thinking about another blasphemy and faith—the creation of gods.

Rosie is no stranger to the word god-making, and he has seen several magical god-making activities in history before crossing over. These activities may not have made much of a difference, but the world seems to be different.

Yarez also saw that Rossi seemed to be in a bad state, and he just thought that Rossi was too tired. It's not dangerous, but it's tiring. After a long journey, he had to fight, and after the fight, he had to come back and continue to deal with a lot of chores, and he was only a thirteen-year-old boy. Maybe he has become a pillar of support at this age in a poor family, but after all, he is only a young man, nothing more.

Ares didn't want Rossi to have too much pressure, the church was not weakening in a day or two, and Rosie was already doing well enough. He changed the fate of the Church, which continued to weaken, and there were those within the Church who questioned the decision of the Pope, who had fought against the ruling class of the Tullman Empire for three hundred years, but were in fornication...... Compromise together is difficult for many people who have made struggle their lifelong belief unacceptable. They felt that the church was no longer clean, because Rossi had become dirty, and the signs of opposition had begun to give His Majesty the Pope a headache.

Of course, Rossi didn't know these things, but Ares knew very well that he was in charge of assassination and spying, and that the exchange of information within the Templars was very secretive and very fast.

Looking at this thirteen-year-old young man who was about to take on the rise of the church and was pinned on by many people, Ares really hoped that he could rest well.

Sitting in the carriage, Rosie suddenly sighed, and he took a crystal bottle of liquor and poured himself a little. The flames slid down his throat and into his stomach, burning all the way, and he looked thoughtfully at Hano, who was standing outside the carriage, and knocked on the window.

"Master Rosie, do you have anything to command?", Hano patted his chest, "Your faithful dogleg Hano will definitely complete the task perfectly. ”

Rossi stared straight at him, as he realized that something was wrong with Hano. He used to call himself a servant, a slave, but he rarely called himself a dogleg so shamelessly, it must have been something that happened after he changed the face of the idol.

"Get in the car. Rosie couldn't help it, he really wanted to ask what was going on.

Hano was confused, but he was still obedient and got into the carriage. Arrez rode his horse, and he listened to what Hanno said just now, this shameless bastard was simply insulting to the word believer.

When the door of the carriage is closed, the compartment becomes a relatively sealed and independent space. Rosie poured a little liquor for Hano, who was flattered and carefully held the glass with both hands, took a sip, and looked at Rossi as if he were looking at a treasure.

The corners of Rosie's mouth twitched, "I couldn't find you after I came back yesterday, I've been to your room." ”

"Aha, yesterday? I went to keep an eye on the damned, greedy merchants, who like to pass off shoddy materials as good building materials, and have to keep an eye on them all the time. Hano's voice was not small, but Rossi found a weak avoidance in his tone and eyes.

Rosie put his hands on his thighs and crossed Erlang's legs, "Don't talk this nonsense, I want to know what's going on with the idol." ”

"What ...... idol?", Hano glanced at Rosie worriedly, "Lord Rosie, this ......." He scratched his head, gritted his teeth and made things clear.

Hano doesn't have that much respect for God, and it can be said that there is an element of coercion in him becoming a believer, if it weren't for Jacob trying to kill him, and he needed the protection of the church, whether this bastard could become a believer or not is another matter. Without a strong faith, it is less pleasurable when praying, and it is an exchange-like transaction. I give you firm faith, you give me sustenance in my soul and an increase in strength.

Hano's faith is not strong, and he cannot get much benefit from the so-called gods. Without enough benefits, the strength will not be strong, as a dog leg with a thigh, Hano is also very ideal, also called ambition.

His biggest ambition in the past may have been to have enough money to play two games when he has nothing to do, but now it's different. He had money, a little bit of power, and his ambitions began to swell. Why can't he gain more power, become a more powerful tool, and exert a more useful effect in Rossi's hands? A person like him, who has lived at the bottom of society for a long time, knows very well what he can and cannot do, and having the value of being used is the best manifestation of his self-worth.

After a moment of contemplation, a pig-like underdeveloped brain gave him a ridiculous idea: wouldn't it be better if the god was Rosie, at least he was still very loyal to Rossi for now, and he gave his loyalty in exchange for wealth and a little power. And Rosie is much more reliable and real than an ethereal god.

He used a gold coin, a number he had never dared to think of before, and asked an old stonemason to secretly process the idol for him. The whole process was known to no one, at least that's what he felt.

When he returned to the house and prayed to the statue of Rossi, Hano was pleasantly surprised to find that the effect was much better than before. God began to answer his prayers and give him strength, and he could feel the faint increase in the holy power in his body, so he became more and more attentive, and prayed in his room on time every day, exchanging piety for strength.

That's the story, Hano said and said with a straight face, shy of a blue lotus, and said flatteringly: "You are my god, light up my sky!"

Rosie laughed and slapped him on the head, "Get out, idiot." After a pause, his eyes sharpened, "Also, this matter must not be known to anyone, that old stonemason sent him to the arms of God, quickly!"

Hano's pupils shrank, nodded, and got out of the carriage humming a little song, and there was nothing unusual on his face, as heartless as usual.

Rosie shook her head, ...... Is it?