13 Mink Street

Chapter 768: An Interview from the High Priest

Weird trembling, horrifying warning, Karen has long been accustomed to the omission of "praise order", but this time, he has a feeling that once he is "lazy" here, he will definitely be noticed.

Who noticed it?

Karen didn't know.

This office temple used by the great priests of the past may have even more peculiar secrets. In the dark, there may really be a pair of eyes that are always inspecting the people who come here and are absolutely loyal to the gods.

After the praise and prayer, everyone sat down again.

Unexpected issues have been discussed or arranged by the high priest himself, but the meeting is not over yet. It should be the continuation of the regular meeting that takes place every once in a while. In the remaining time, the bosses of each system will start to report on their work. Occasionally interspersed with discussions on the handling of some affairs, a bit Karen's understanding of the China-North Korea meeting.

The rhythm of the entire meeting was completely controlled by the high priest.

The chief priest was sitting in his seat, without any information in his hand, but he could accurately open his mouth for various questions and data, and the boss of the system would occasionally stumble and think when reporting, and everyone Sacrifice is not at all.

This is a high priest with an extremely strong personality, he has a strong desire to control, he will not be hysterical, but if you work under him and face him directly, you will easily become hysterical.

Therefore, the bosses here are not ordinary people.

From the beginning to now, apart from standing up and praising the God of Order, Karen has no sense of participation, so Karen is still watching the backs of the heads of the bosses in front of him most of the time.

Especially the back of the foreign minister's head is very artistic, philosophical and political.

It stands to reason that the Ministry of Foreign Affairs is a department that pays more attention to personal image, and it is also one of the windows for the Cult of Kosmos to display to the outside world, so this hairstyle will inevitably lose some points.

However, if you look at the foreign minister's resume before taking office, it is not difficult to see why he can sit in this position.

Before the middle age, this minister basically spent in the knight order. Like Bart, he was born in a serious knight order.

Afterwards, for nearly 20 years, he has been working in the development space, from a small captain in a space, to the head of the development corps, to the person in charge of a certain development space, and then to a plan for the development of space, a member of the policy office... …

The attitudes of the major god religions towards the natives who have opened up space have always been very tough. Words with extremely negative attributes such as massacre, clean-up, and extermination are almost common there.

After Norton took office as the high priest, he was transferred back to serve as the Minister of Foreign Affairs of the Cult of Kosmos. This was also a way for the high priest to express his attitude to the outside world.

This is no longer the hawks, but the executioners.

The minister reached out and scratched the back of his head, then inadvertently looked back at Karen who was sitting behind him, with a smile on his lips, turned around again, and continued the meeting.

Naturally, it is impossible for anyone to dare to whisper in the meeting chaired by the high priest.

Karen knew that it should be that his eyes were a little too "straightforward", which aroused the other party's awareness.

Leaning his back slightly against the seat, he made fine adjustments as much as possible to make himself more comfortable, but at this moment, Karen suddenly noticed that the seat under him lost its balance.

This is definitely not caused by adjusting the posture by myself, it is like suddenly losing weight while sleeping, and I can't find the point of focus at all.

But at the next moment, Karen's eyes were fixed, and he bit the tip of his tongue with his teeth, getting rid of that feeling, and sat down again.

Cold sweat drenched his back instantly.

Not to be afraid, but to regret...

This is the office temple of the Cult of Order, and it is heavily guarded. There are bosses of various systems sitting here for meetings. How could they encounter external attacks or internal assassinations?

The most important thing is, even if you assassinate yourself in York City, it's all here. If there are so many big bosses and continue to stare at yourself as the head of the small community, does this assassin have any pattern?

Therefore, it should not be a special accident, but more like some kind of arrangement, and I, relying on my overly tough soul power and instinct, rejected this arrangement.

Karen raised his head subconsciously, and caught the figure of the high priest above him through the gaps in the heads of the big bosses in front. The high priest was still talking about work issues with a big boss, and everything was normal.

But Karen was sure that if it was an arrangement, it must be an arrangement from the high priest.

Even the owner of the whip sits very well when holding a meeting here, and there is no reason for others to dare to hold a "small meeting" at this time.

At this moment, Karen had two thoughts in his mind, and the first thought was regret:

Oh man, look, what am I missing?

The second thought is to expect:

Can you do it again, this time I will definitely not resist.

...

In the conference hall of the Office Temple, the meeting is still going on.

But next to the conference hall, strictly speaking, it should be behind the seats. There is no fence, no shelter, but there is a sunken round platform wrapped in water, with sofas and coffee tables inside.

The high priest in black home clothes was sitting on the sofa, holding a cigar in his hand, and was reading a novel on his lap.

The same self is in a meeting, and the same self is relaxing.

The closest to Norton who was reading was actually Karen who was sitting alone in the last row.

Karen is now only about one meter away from Norton.

Norton said he wanted to see Karen.

In fact, after saying it, he "forgot".

For the high priest with terrible memory and thinking ability, "forgot" is just an excuse, and he doesn't really care.

Therefore, he did not arrange for someone to specifically notify Foden who to bring here.

And it stands to reason that Morbitten, who is his own chief of guards, would not be able to send someone to notify the whipman himself, as his position determined that he could not do such a thing.

But it was so strange that Karen actually followed and came in.

If you don't see it, you don't really care about it. On the contrary, if you see it, you don't really care about it.

In Norton's view, this young district chief is really lucky in terms of fortune, and he is a lucky guy.

So, Norton snapped his fingers.

Karen's chair loses weight instantly, and when he falls, he comes "here" and "sees" himself.

But after snapping his fingers, Karen's chair started to shake, but after shaking, it went back steadily.

This aroused Norton's interest, and he deliberately moved his gaze away from the book, and officially landed on Karen.

He didn't use any force before, it was just a simple mental pull, but even so, he was able to get rid of his own mental pull without making any obvious movements, which means that this young district chief of this religion has extremely high soul strength.

However, according to the district chief's past resume, he likes to be on the front line in many things, so he should obviously follow the development route of a warrior. However, in fact, his soul strength is far superior to that of ordinary magicians and formation masters.

Interesting.

Norton picked up the wine glass in front of him and took a sip of the red wine.

Everyone has their own secrets. As the absolute superior nowadays, he only dislikes the hiding and conspiracy of his subordinates at work, but he is very open-minded in terms of personal practice and development, because there is no secret in this regard. Secrets are really weird.

At this moment, Norton saw that Karen was adjusting the chair. He was deliberately trying to tilt the back of the chair, once, twice, three times...

The young mayor understood;

The young mayor regretted;

The young mayor wants to do it again;

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

Norton laughed so loudly that he almost burst into tears.

Karen's careful thought about such small details really hit the laughing point of the high priest in an instant.

In addition, he is the only one here, and he doesn't need any disguise at all, and he can express his emotions at will.

Finally, the high priest stopped laughing, and he took a deep breath to calm down his emotions.

It's been a long time since I laughed like this.

He snapped his fingers again, this time, it was many times lighter than the last time.

...

"Buzz!"

The familiar feeling of weightlessness finally reappeared. Although it was slight, Karen grasped it resolutely. Not only did he restrain his instinct not to resist, but he took the initiative to cater to it.

Finally, the chair completely lost its balance, and Karen's spiritual consciousness seemed to be separated from his body, and he fell backwards. Before landing, he saw "self" sitting in place, listening to the meeting seriously.

The moment his back hit the ground, it was as if he had fallen into the water.

With a sound of "snap!", Karen sank to the bottom of the water and quickly floated up again. When he poked his head out, he saw the sunken round platform in front of him and the man sitting on the sofa reading a book.

This man's "brother" seems to be still in a meeting now.

Karen grabbed the edge of the platform with both hands and propped himself up. After getting out of the water, the wetness on his body completely dissipated. He landed on the platform, facing Norton who was reading a book, crossed his hands in front of his chest, and bowed to salute:

"Meet the great priest!"

"sit."

"Yes, great priest."

Karen sat down on the sofa next to her.

The high priest turned the pages and continued to read the book. He didn't seem to have the intention of chatting actively, and Karen couldn't open his mouth if he didn't open his mouth. He couldn't ask stupidly: "High priest, have you eaten?"

Under the coffee table, there are several layers of books. They are not religious classics, but mostly novels, and they are all contemporary works, that is, new works that have only come out in recent years.

Karen has read many of them, because he himself has the habit of reading books.

I remember that when he accompanied the whipper to catch ants, Foden once said that the high priest likes to read books.

It seems to be true.

Karen noticed that some of the books didn't even have covers, obviously improvised bindings, which meant it hadn't been published yet.

Well, there's nothing surprising about this. How big a deal is it that the high priest of the Order wants to see the manuscript?

Karen sat there, deliberately staring at the titles of the books on the coffee table, scanning them once from top to bottom, after scanning once, then scanning a second time, and after the second time, scanning a third time.

You have to find an opportunity to speak, and this opportunity should not be found by the high priest, you have to create it yourself.

Even if it seems a bit stupid, even a bit "naive".

For example, when I deliberately shook the chair backwards, I just wanted to act "cute". Maybe "that person" saw it and smiled, so he was willing to pull me a second time.

At different stages of the food chain, you have to recognize your own position, and since you can’t do everything you want, try your best to fight for it.

Finally, Karen waited for the high priest to speak.

"You like reading too?"

Karen, who had already prepared this sentence in his heart, immediately responded:

"Subordinates like the immersion and quietness when reading."

Norton put the book in his hand upside down on the coffee table. The title of the book was "The Huge Hole in the Sky", and what Karen translated in his heart was "The Sinkhole".

The author is from Wayne, but not from York City. He is a well-known disaster writer in Wayne.

Karen took the initiative and said, "I have read this book."

"Oh?" Norton crossed his legs and picked up the cigar, "How do you feel?"

"When I first read this author's first book, I felt very fresh, but after reading a few more of his books, I found that they all have the same taste."

Norton said: "Yes, but every time his work has a new crisis, it's not the same."

"Crisis and disasters are different, but the perspective presented in the author's book is the same, that is, to watch, experience, experience, comprehend, and sublimate from the perspective of a small person."

"Do you think this is bad?"

"No, I think this is very good. Personal perspectives are easier to substitute and resonate with, but the author is already too familiar with and masters this writing technique. This is the process in every book, so after reading a few more books, you will feel the pattern It’s easy to get bored when you’re small.”

"This is really a relatively new statement, especially for priests like us who are used to reading grand narratives of theological books. Now, even some works in the religious literature circle are gradually thinking about personal and divine history The separation of perspectives, advocate the separation and liberation of humanity and divinity, and reflect on the oppression and enslavement of divinity to humanity, don’t you agree?”

I can agree, but why isn't there even a book like this under your coffee table?

"I used to agree."

"before?"

"When I first became a priest."

"Hehe, you have the guts to tell your high priest that when you first became a priest, you agreed with this statement that you were oppressed and enslaved by divinity."

"People's cognition is gradual, and cognition has a process." Karen said frankly, "There is no contradiction between facing up to the past self and reflecting on correcting and denying the past self."

"You mean, you've changed now? And what caused it?"

"When I was a low-level priest, I saw a lot of darkness in this religion..."

Karen knew clearly that the High Priest must know about his resume.

"Of course, I have also seen the light... the light of humanity.

I have been to the Valley of Reincarnation, and I have seen countless souls raised in the Gate of Reincarnation; I have been to the Crypt Religion, and I have seen how cold and cruel the real survival mode of the Religion is; I have come into contact with many other Religions, Without the existence of the "Order Act", I can't even imagine how they would... feed and cook this world. "

This is actually a change in Karen's attitude towards the Cult of Order and the God of Order, and it is also the process of becoming familiar with and understanding the world after waking up in this world.

Somewhere, some traits can attract each other.

Just like in the desert before, Dali Wenluo's phrase "praise life" resonated with Karen, prompting Karen to decide to "quickly put him in the coffin".

From the perspective of Karen and Norton, although neither of them knows the real deep-seated secrets of the other, they feel that they can communicate with each other to some extent.

After all, in essence, they are all lonely, not understood by the mainstream, and even... need to be hidden.

Norton put down his glass and raised his legs. He looked at Karen and asked, "So, what do you think of this era where the gods don't appear?"

Karen hesitated for a moment, but finally smiled and said:

"It's a beautiful era."

However, this answer did not receive positive feedback from the high priest.

The high priest raised his legs again, picked up the cigar, and put the unfinished book on his lap again.

"Do well."

"Yes, great priest."

Although he didn't know why the seemingly harmonious atmosphere suddenly turned cold, Karen still stood up and said goodbye in a polite manner. He turned over the platform, fell into the water again, and when he opened his eyes again, he returned to his seat in the conference hall .

The meeting is still going on, and the high priest is asking Foden about the work of the Whip of Order.

In the round table, Norton's eyes fell on Karen again.

He noticed that it was deliberate, and it was a kind of deliberation that had been carefully thought out. He would not naively think that this was Karen's true inner thoughts. He felt that Karen was taught.

He knew that his secret was not completely kept secret. Some of those direct descendants who had followed him step by step to today have already seen it, but he didn't care.

Therefore, Norton believes that Karen's words and ideas are taught, just like children who are rehearsed by adults in advance, and then sent to perform at family gatherings to attract applause and praise.

Foden, did you teach it?

Merlindi, what did you say to him before you died?

Or, there are others standing behind the scenes, exerting influence on him, and writing the script for him?

Norton turned his head sideways:

"Or, is this really what you, a young man, really think?"

Norton stood up and put down the book. The elders of the temple came. His avatar could not rest, so he had to deal with it.

Recently, a batch of clones have just been killed, causing the clones to be a little nervous now.

"Well, it seems that next time we should stay two or three more, or else we are so busy that we don't even have time to rest."

...

The meeting is over, let's go.

Karen followed Foden and walked out. Outside the Office Temple, Foden stopped to communicate with the other two system bosses, while Karen stood behind Foden, waiting quietly.

Also taking this time, he was reflecting on his previous words and deeds when facing the high priest. He felt that there was no problem with what he did. If he insisted on picking a problem, it would be a bit "deliberate".

But deliberately... how to get rid of it?

Especially when the high priest asked himself the last question, his answer was actually very natural, but in retrospect, this naturalness seems to be a kind of deeper deliberation. Which priest would naturally lament that there is no era of gods? very nice?

Forget it, don't think about it, anyway, I can't get in touch with the high priest for the time being, so I'd better do my work in the York City area first, step by step, jumping is not like this.

After finishing his thinking, Karen observed the hall from the corner of his eye. He really didn't have a chance to stop and appreciate it when he came in. There are huge murals on the walls inside the hall.

This is the Office Temple, the office of the High Priest, so there are many murals about Tiranus, the real founder of the Cult of Kosmos.

On the largest mural in front of him, Tiranus is painted sitting on the steps, and the God of Order sits on the higher steps in front of him, but the God of Order does not reveal his entire body in the mural, only Knees and hands appear, and through this composition, the majestic image of the god of order is successfully created.

Tiranus is holding a blank book, which should be the first edition of the manuscript of Symmetra;

In addition, Tiranus is still holding a quill in his hand. The real body of this artifact is still preserved in the religion, and its avatar is also used in special places in some departments of the religion.

Tiranus was listening to the teachings from the God of Order, with a satisfied and sincere smile on his face.

Looking at it, Karen couldn't help laughing in his heart:

"Tiranus looks more and more like Ah Fu."

………

"Ah Choo!"

In the office, Alfred, who was writing documents, sneezed.

Leon asked with concern: "Have a cold? You should pay attention to your body. Could it be that you have been too tired recently?"

Alfred shook his head: "How could that be."

Vic deliberately teased: "It must be the district chief who is thinking about you."

"Vic, you are sensible."

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