13 Mink Street Chapter 62

　　Mink Street, church.

　　 Diss is packing things up, and his work today has been completed.

　　 In fact, operating a church even if it is small is a very complicated matter. It involves all aspects, not just business capabilities.

　　 After all, it's not to say that there is a church on top of a hill, but that there may be one on this street and another on the other. Believers are "customers," and churches are also facing fierce competition and pressure.

　　 But Diss didn't care much about this. He was only responsible for his own job. After he finished it, he would go home and would not participate in any extra activities for the development of the church.

　　 is like his attitude towards the family business, he has not been involved in specific operations for a long time.

　　 Simon in black walked in from the door and put a receipt report in front of Diss.

　　 Diss opened in front of him, and inside was the reply from the Administrative Office of the Ruilan District of Order God to his handling of the group of people who were running for mayor a while ago;

　　 In the reply, he first fully affirmed Diss's keen perception ability and early insight ability on this matter, and praised Diss' loyalty to his duties and carefulness in his work;

　　 Then it was determined that this incident was an "invasion" of foreign magical forces in Luojia City, and even attempted to use Luojia City as an opportunity to subvert the entire system of order and religion in Ruilan;

　　 Finally, he expressed his commendation to Diss for eliminating the disaster by thunder means, and once again invited Diss to be promoted to the management office of Ruilan District.

　　 Diss was obviously not surprised by this reply, and after reading it, he put it aside.

　　 Simon said, "When I just came in, I saw Deacon Kander sulking there alone."

"Oh."

　　 Diss responded;

Deacon Kander is the director of the church office. He just took over from his father's class last year. He hopes to spread the influence of the church. But every time he makes a plan for this purpose, he gets it in front of Diss. It was denied by Diss.

　　Because Diss didn't have time to attend any activities, he also held a negative attitude towards the launch of additional religious ceremonies.

　　 "Deacon Kander is very depressed," Simon said.

　　 "He will get used to it." Diss picked up the pen and signed the receipt on the receipt, "just like his father Kander was in the past."

　　 Simon took out another list, which was a routine report for the last half month: "You also need your signature here."

　　 Diss signed.

　　 "I have read your resume in the religion." Simon curiously said, "You seem to have no interest in promotion."

Today, several real-power leaders in the Ruilan District of the Order of God were actually in the same generation as the son of Diss. The resume of one of the district law guards clearly stated that he had been in the Luojia City Trial Office that year. The experience of being an intern as a **** servant.

　　With this kind of relationship, Diss can definitely get a better position in the Ruilan district system. Many older generations in the Order of God have gained status and treatment through this method of cultivating disciples and descendants.

　　 "What is the purpose of promotion?" Diss asked.

　　 "In order to better contribute to the development of the Order of God." Simon gave a standard answer.

　　 "But before I was promoted, was there no one in that position?" Di Si asked rhetorically.

　　 "You should think that your abilities are better, so if you sit in that position, you can achieve better results."

"That means that the people who originally sat in that position were not good enough, and their effects were insufficient. This should be handled by the whip of order, and those who have neglected their duties, slackened their work, and lost their beliefs are removed from the position where their virtues do not match. Pull it down."

　　 "You make a lot of sense, but you still can't convince me."

　　 "So, why should I convince a postman in a large area?"

　　 "Of course you don't need this." Simon leaned forward.

　　 "Or, now the members of the Whip of Order stand in front of me and ask me to make a statement on this issue with the "Internal Law" of the Church of Order?"

　　 "No, of course not, you misunderstood."

　　 "Have you seen Rasma?"

　　 "I..." Simon gave a wry smile, and finally nodded, "Yes, Lord Rasma is already in Roja City."

　　 "Hmm." Diss continued to clean up the things on his desk, "He dare not come to see me."

　　 Simon licked his lips. To a certain extent, he felt that the magistrate in front of him was right.

　　 During his communication with Lord Rasma, he felt that this great priest was...dreaded by this one in front of him.

　　 The most important thing is that the high priest did not even hide this emotion, as if it was a matter of course to feel the jealousy in front of him.

　　 "Do you have anything you need me to help you convey to the lord of the Great Sacrifice?"

"Have."

　　 Simon straightened his back immediately, saying that he would listen carefully.

　　 Diss took out a business card from a book in front of him and handed it to Simon. Simon took the business card, which read:

　　 "Vice President of the Luojia Pastry Association-Angles."

　　 "This is a believer of mine. He comes to church to pray every week. A few days ago, I asked him for his business card. Please pass it to Rasma. He needs it."

　　 Simon blinked.

　　 doubted:

　　 "Master Rasma likes pastries?"

　　 "He doesn't like to eat, but he likes to smell the pastries. He thinks this can make him calm."

　　 "So that's the same reason as some people like incense." Simon thoughtfully.

"Yes."

　　 Diss took his things, bypassed Simon and prepared to leave.

　　 Simon immediately followed up after he received his business card, and asked, "I have one more thing to ask you. I hope I can get your advice."

"Say."

　　 "I originally thought that Master Rasma came to Ruilan for the super-special surrender ceremony in Belwyn, but now I feel that it doesn't seem to be the case."

"Yes."

　　 "So, do you know the real purpose of Master Rasma's trip?"

"I."

"you?"

"Yes."

　　 Simon was shocked. He really didn't expect the old man in front of him to give such a direct answer.

　　 "But you are still busy leading the believers to pray this morning."

　　 "Simon."

"I am listening."

　　 "If someone tells you that tomorrow the great **** of order will come back to the world, then what should you do today?"

　　 "I...I don't know, my brain is messed up just thinking of this hypothesis, what do you think I should do?"

　　 Diss smiled and replied;

　　"While today is not over, send the receipts I signed back to Ruilan District Management Office for filing and reporting.

　　Since tomorrow hasn't come yet, you should still do today's things seriously. "

　　 "I see, thank you for your advice." Simon stopped, and put his hands on his chest toward Diss, who walked out of the church door, "Praise the order, and at the same time, praise your generosity."

　　 "He doesn't need your praise." Rasma's voice emerged behind Simon.

　　 "My lord." Simon saluted.

　　Rasma ignored his salute, and instead reached out and took the postcard:

　　 "Do you know what Diss makes me most helpless?"

"I think……"

　　 "I just want to give myself a word, not really want to hear your answer."

"terribly sorry."

　　"That is, he can throw out what you think is important and give it to you at will. He doesn't need your gratitude, because he doesn't care at all, just like the previous call to you.

　　 You have been stuck at the inquisitor level for some time. The touch just now should have been great, right? "

　　 "Yes, before..."

"I can see that the power of faith in your body is colliding fiercely, which proves that you have been stimulated and enlightened because of his previous words. You should find a quiet place now to sublimate your faith, and then stabilize it. ."

　　 "No, I think what I should do now is to send the documents back. This is my duty." Simon said.

　　 When Rasma saw Simon saying this, the whirlpool of the power of faith in him became more intense.

　　 "You are a very talented little guy." Rasma said.

　　 "Thank you for your appreciation."

　　Rasma suddenly stood there, her expression a bit...complex.

　　 "What's the matter with you?" Simon asked.

　　 "I suddenly remembered something. Many years ago, when I was very young and Diss was also very young, we were selected by the church as a team to enter the ruined ruins for a trial.

　　 The elder who led the team appointed Diss as the captain of our team.

　　 After a successful trial, Diss once said to me:

　　'You are a very talented little guy. '"

　　 Simon: "This..."

　　Rasma pointed at herself, then at Simon,

　　 smiled;

　　 "So the gap between me and him back then is already the same as me and you now?

　　 But I replied to him with a cold face: 'I hope that next time you are in a competitor's team, then I will definitely make you pay for the previous words. '

　　 So the older I get, the less I like to remember;

　　Especially when recalling things related to Diss, every time I recall, I have a deeper understanding of how stupid I was back then. "

　　 Simon did not dare to answer this;

　　 "You just asked Diss, what is my purpose here?"

　　 "Yes, I asked."

　　 "His answer is correct. The purpose of my coming here is for him, maybe, at most ten days, we will add another temple elder to the temple of Order God."

　　 "My lord, are you talking about Judge Diss?"

　　 "Anyone else?" Rasma asked rhetorically.

　　 "So, are you here on behalf of the gods to prepare the grand reception ceremony for Lord Diss?"

　　Rasma shook his head: "No."

"no?"

　　 "I'm here to clean up the situation, that is, he refused to enter the temple."

　　 "Refused...to enter the temple?"

　　 Simon's face showed a look of shock. This is the biggest dream of every believer of the Order of God in his life.

　　 "Don't be so shocked. Didn't I say it before? What you think is precious is often nothing in his eyes.

After the temple perceives the existence of the gods' imminent birth of a new understanding of order's profound meaning, a fortune-telling and calculation is immediately carried out. The result is that the opponent will choose to enter the temple to serve the order in less than 10% of the probability God. "

　　 "Less than 10%?"

　　Rasma's following sentence caused Simon to kneel directly on the ground.

　　 "There is an 80% probability that he will summon the sword of order and aim it at our supreme... Temple of Order."

　　 Diss was walking on the way home. From time to time, neighbors he knew greeted him, and Diss smiled in response.

When 　　 was approaching the door of the house, a figure in an old leather jacket appeared on the side of the road.

　　 Diss stopped, looked at him, and said:

　　 "I thought you would continue to avoid me."

　　 "I really want to keep hiding." Rasma said honestly, "but I don't have more time, because you don't have much time."

　　 "Yes." Diss admitted.

　　 "Over the years, I have never believed that you are really depressed, because on some tracks, some people, even if they lie down and turn over, are higher than others by running with all their strength."

"thanks."

　　 "But I didn't expect that when I met again, what I once thought of as the opponent of my life would have the qualification to enter the temple and become one of the noble beings that I need to kneel down and worship."

　　 "You know, Rasma..."

　　 "Yes, I know, you are not interested in my worship." Rasma took a breath, "But I think we can talk."

　　 "Yes," Diss said, "I want to have a negotiation with the religious."

　　 "You know, Diss, in this world, even those big orthodox churches, they don't have the confidence to say such things to our order, and you are still a part of our order."

　　 "I believe that the temple did some divination." Diss said calmly, "I can guess the result of the divination. After all, the divination is my thoughts, isn't it?"

　　 "You are crazy."

"I'm just tired of it. It's like a child playing a game of building blocks. He was originally interested in building blocks one by one, and finally built it very high, but suddenly, he lost the game in front of him. Interest, or called having fun.

Therefore, at this time, he often chooses to push down the tall building blocks by himself, and seeing the fragmented building blocks scattered on the ground, not only does not feel regret and heartache, but also does not realize that he has just given so much. All of his hard work and thoughts were in vain; on the contrary, he clapped his hands and laughed happily. "

　　 "Do you compare yourself to a child?"

　　 "Because you are very scared of this child."

　　Rasma placed his hands in front of him:

　　 "I will negotiate with you in the name of the Great Sacrifice of Order God."

　　 Diss shook his head and said, "Not today, seven days later, in the cemetery."

"why?"

　　"Because I am going home now to taste the lunch made by my grandson. In the afternoon, I plan to have tea and chat with him. He has become much more cheerful recently and is often willing to chat with me.

　　 I believe you will like him very much, a handsome and talkative young man, chatting with him is really a kind of enjoyment.

My daughter knit a sweater for me, she plans to give it to me tomorrow, I want to try it, so that she can tailor it; she used to say something serious to me in pursuit of happiness, although now she is back I live at home, but I know she has always wanted to find an opportunity to apologize to me. I am going to relieve her and tell her that she will always be my most beloved daughter.

　　 The day after tomorrow, it was my second daughter-in-law's birthday. She followed my inconspicuous son and gave him a son and a daughter. It was not easy. I wanted to help her celebrate her birthday.

　　 In this family, she has always been very difficult. Not only does she need to be busy with her birthday, but she also needs to take care of her family's life. The Inmurais family owes her too much.

　　 The fourth day is the day when my grandchildren are taking the final exam at school. I want to pray for them on the morning when they go for the exam as usual, so that they don't panic.

　　Mina is very good, she has always been very calm; Lunt and Chris are more susceptible to emotions, they need people's care and encouragement.

　　 The fifth day is the memorial day of my eldest son and eldest daughter-in-law. They were killed by me personally. Every year on this day, I silently mourn them.

　　 The sixth day is the funeral day of my friend Old Hoven. The Ruilan people attach great importance to the whole day after the death of the deceased. He is my friend most often in the second half of my life. This is what I should do for him.

　　 The seventh day is the birthday of my grandson's fiancee, and it happens to be the birthday of my pet cat.

look,

　　 In the next seven days, I will be very busy and have things to do.

Therefore, I decided to set the negotiation date to be seven days later. At this point in time, seven days later, after I lead the believers in the church, I will not be in a hurry to go home and wait for you in the church... . "

"Your reason is really detailed." Rasma said, "Sorry, I really can't help but want to return to you: You actually postponed and set up negotiations with the temple for these bits and pieces of family matters. The day?

　　Dis,

do you know,

　　 It's not only me who came,

　　 came with me, and the spirit of the three temple elders.

　　 I'm very talkative, but do you think that the three temple elders will have me so talkative? "

　　 "Then you need to talk about it." Diss responded, "I set a date seven days later. After seven days, there is a certain probability that the temple will negotiate to let me make the final choice.

certainly,

　　 You can choose five days, three days, one day, or even now.

　　 But I think you should know what choice I will make. "

　　 "Dis, you are blasphemy against the **** of order."

　　 Diss smiled at the corner of his mouth:

road:

　　 "People's affairs have not been handled properly, so where is there any leisure to pay attention to God."

　　 "I will convey your words to the three temple elders."

　　 "Okay, trouble you, Rasma."

　　 Diss pointed to the front:

　　 "There is my home, you should know;

　　13 Mingke Street~www.mtlnovel.com~Would you like to sit at my house? "

　　 "Don't go." Rasma directly refused, and then said, "Perhaps I will have a chance to go inside in the future."

　　 After saying this, Rasma regretted it and immediately corrected him: "I was just kidding, and I didn't mean to threaten you."

　　 Diss nodded.

　　Rasma breathed a sigh of relief, and said: "If there is no reply, it is that you have acquiesced to your negotiation request in seven days. I will go first. By the way, thank you for your pastry shop business card."

　　 The voice just fell,

　　Rasma's figure turned into a black mist, dissipated on the spot, and walked in a hurry, not daring to stay any longer.

　　 Diss continued to walk forward and walked to the door of his house. He turned around and stood in front of the courtyard.

　　 Diss recalled the conversation between him and Karen standing here that day:

　　 "Karen, where is this place?"

"Family!"

　　 I remember that at that time, Karen fell to the ground after answering, thanks to the golden retriever underneath, otherwise he would really break the skin.

　　 He knew that Karen was scared at the time, because he did emit a killing intent, but Karen mistakenly believed that he wanted to kill him.

　　 Diss standing at the door of the house,

　　 turned around slowly,

　　 turned his back to the courtyard gate,

　　 looked around, and finally moved to the sky.

"after,

　　Inmores House,

　　 will become a...forbidden place for the church and even for God. "

　　 Came to Hainan to participate in the starting point activity. After the update last night, I set off to the airport. The boat and car were tired for almost all night, and I wrote this chapter forbearing sleepiness.

　　 There is only one chapter today.

　　 Good night, everyone, hug everyone!

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