Monica was lying in bed, eating fruit. Her upper body was tightly wrapped in a circle of white gauze, extruding a large gimmick.

It trembled as soon as I moved.

She didn't have any anger in her heart about her serious injury, but she was still exulting.

After the injury, she lost a lot of blood and passed out. When I woke up, I knew that her left chest cavity was directly drawn by Beta to draw a long mouth. Through her mouth, she could even see her red-colored heart.

Five alternate bishops, in heavy protection, were killed by Beta and two seriously, and three were seriously injured. As for the guards, they were even more deadly.

Under the investigation of the heresy, the Temple of Life ‘defined’ Beta and the knight in armor as two powerful fighters close to the legend.

But Monica knew that the armored knight should be Beta's summoner. In other words, Beta can challenge the high-end combat power of the Temple of Life without using magic.

You know, Beta's best is magic.

If you use magic again, maybe you can forcibly make a few round trips in the Temple of Life Cathedral, and then leave safely.

Such a powerful man and young ... Until now, Monica's mind still appears from time to time when Beta kills the Quartet.

When he thought of his long sword and ruthlessly cut through his chest, his heart began to throb. I can even recall the strange trembling in his body when he was shrouded in his killing intention.

Ah ... wet.

She twisted her quilt with her legs subconsciously on the bed, and bit her hair into her mouth.

After a while, Monica muttered lazily as if she had just woke up: "I'm a bit envious of Salsa and Mu Lin."

Beta is teleported back to Ottawa.

It feels like teasing enemies on the palms once and for all ... it's really great.

Then he found Judy for a night out. Probably only Judy, a specific alien, can make Beta happy.

In the next few days, Beta dealt with the government affairs that had accumulated and had to be decided by him. These were not major issues, but Shirley would still keep them.

In fact, she can handle all these things, but she won't do it.

Because she was afraid of leaving Beta with a feeling that the latter was being suspended. The more she reached the high position, the more careful Shirley felt, she was not afraid that Beta would change, but that the people below felt that she had taken control of the theology.

If such an idea really occurs, it will have a considerable adverse effect on the stability of the temple.

Since the public trial, all the nobles and big businessmen in Okinawa have become more cautious in their actions. In the past, some "chaos" did not dare to export casually.

The mercenaries were scared to see that even the nobles had been sent to labor camp.

The population of Oklahoma City is steadily increasing. It is not now that Beta is asking someone to settle here, but that he is beginning to deliberately screen the residents.

Almost no one from the beginning refused to buy citizenship at a high price. But now, Beta has put down new measures, and the gold coins are not easy to use. They must be believers in the theology of wealth, even if they are shallow believers. They also have a skill.

A 'parent' can bring up to five family members to Woking City, which makes more and more talents in Woking City.

At the same time, Beta began to pilot a ‘civilian elementary school’, where ordinary children after the age of six can go to school, waive tuition fees, and only pay a small amount of ‘tool’ fees.

In fact, this fee can be paid, but for the sake of humanity, no one wants to cherish the completely free stuff. Therefore, everyone must get some money, which is generally affordable for families, that is, twenty copper coins per semester.

This incident caused a great sensation in Okinawa City, and the nobles chuckled secretly, thinking that the Pope is just a look, and the tuition of twenty copper coins can teach anything, most of them are used for labor.

Not only do they think so, most ordinary civilians also think so. After all, the tuition for literacy is one word at a time, but it is calculated in silver coins.

Two schools were built. At the beginning, only a small number of civilian children were enrolled. Their elders were positive believers in the theology of wealth. They believed that the pope who had always done good deeds would not fool them casually.

As a result, the entire city boiled on the third day of school.

The school of the God of Wealth taught children literacy on the first day, and also taught arithmetic.

Upon hearing the news, all children of appropriate age were brought to the school teacher by the parents and asked the teacher to accept it.

However, the school has already started, so we will not accept students for the time being and let them come again next year.

Many parents regret to leave and regret their intestines.

In Beta's study room, Emma asked curiously: "Why don't you accept those civilian students? It only takes three days to start school. As long as you teach them carefully, they should be able to keep up."

"For the first time, the rules are the most important." Beta said: "Before the official start of the school, it has been said that no longer accepting applications after the start of the school, you must wait until next year. Now that the rules are set, then you have to follow Otherwise, no one will take this new thing as one thing. "

Emma nodded, indicating that she understood.

At this time Shirley came in, smiled at Emma, ​​and then said, "Beta, the nobles sent a few old men and wanted to talk to you."

"Mostly I want to talk about school." Beta thought about it and said, "Let them wait for me in the lobby."

"Okay." Shirley stepped out of the door, then turned back to Emma and said, "Yes, there is a handsome young man looking for you outside."

Emma looked strange.

Beta then got up and went to the hall. There, four elderly people and a middle-aged person were waiting.

When they saw Beta coming, they all got up and saluted slightly, which was enough to give him the pope's face.

Beta also nodded slightly, then he sat down on the chair, asked five people to sit down, and asked, "Several lords come here, what do you want to talk to me about?"

They seemed to be ready before they came, and the oldest aristocrat stood up and said, "Her Majesty, before I get down to business, I want to ask you a question."

"Please speak."

"Do you think you are a noble?"

This question ... Beta guessed what the other party wanted to say. It was nothing more than words that were astonishing. If they followed the words, they would be very passive. And the way to deal with it is very simple, more amazing than what they say, or the other way around.

"No."

Beta said lightly.

As the words came out, several nobles looked at each other. Especially the old aristocrat who talked, his face quickly deformed and distorted.

"Hahahaha ..." The old aristocrat smiled awkwardly for a while, then said, "Your Majesty, you are really humorous. If you are not a nobleman, how can you become a lord and how can you get this territory."

Beta looked at the old man quietly: "Since you know this common sense thing, why do you ask me more? Do you think I have a lot of time?"

This completely does not follow the routine and common sense of speaking, making the face of the old aristocracy even more uncomfortable.

It was another ten seconds of awkward silence, and the old aristocrat finally said angrily: "Her Majesty, I want to talk to you very seriously."

"Then tell the story directly, and don't play with phony conversation skills."

It is not that Beta does not respect the old people, but that after knowing their intentions, these people are not worthy of his respect.

Taking a deep breath, the old aristocrat almost vomited blood with anger, and several aristocrats in the back slammed his back to help him smooth his breath.

After a while, the old nobleman said, "Since Her Majesty the Pope doesn't want to go round and round, I will speak straight. We all the nobles in Woking City, I hope you can close the two civilian schools."

it is as expected.

Beta leaned on her side and asked, "Why do you want me to close the school? There's always a reason."

The old aristocrat said: "Words are noble, and noble things can only be learned by our aristocracy and some people with talents. Pope, do you want to teach the words to those poor ghosts?"

The words sounded soft, but the meaning of the words was very heavy, which almost pointed at Beta's nose and called him an idiot.

Beta laughed: "What do you mean, only nobles can learn to write in the future? Who gives you the power to think so?"

"This is the rule!" The old aristocrat said indignantly: "His pope, our nobles are nobles because we have the right to enjoy more noble things. Whether it is text or art. This is a custom for thousands of years, It is the power that our ancestors gave us. "

This is class solidification ... nobles will desperately maintain their class superiority.

One or two people changed from civilians to nobles and they wouldn't say anything.

But a large number of civilians are beginning to literate, and this vow will certainly impact the intellectual monopoly of the aristocracy.

And when a large number of poor people begin to literate, knowledge will definitely flow to the 'down', then the natural advantages of the nobles will gradually cease to exist.

Naturally they couldn't see this ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ but instinct told them that if the Pope did this, it would be bad for their aristocracy.

"What are you afraid of?" Beta slowly said, "Even if the civilians are literate, they will not threaten you. Do they have money? Do they have power? Nothing, how can they fight you?"

The old aristocrat keenly discovered a loophole in Beta's words: "Since it has no effect, why do you want to teach the children of the pope to read?"

"Because I want to train more priests!"

Beta gave a very good reason.

He didn't want to fight against the nobility of the world now, at least not now. It is not too late to declare war on this group of nobles after the roots of the wealth gods have taken root in several countries.

Beta finally managed to make the God of Wealth the way it is now, not just for the Pope to play.

People's thoughts and ideals change with their own abilities and the resources at hand.