Upon hearing this, many of the altar masters imdiately nodded in agreent. If the Prophet felt that the believers here were too barbaric and ignorant to be enlightened, he might indeed give up and head to another city-state instead.
"How about we set off now and go straight to the President's house overnight, then go to et the Grand President together?" one of the altar masters suggested.
Everyone agreed. Old Charles expressed so worries, "It's very late. One or two people would be fine, but with so many of us moving together, we might get caught by the city guard..."
"My nephew is the deputy commander of the city guard, and I can guarantee there will be no trouble."
With that, old Charles no longer hesitated. "Okay, let's set off now."
After Chen Gu returned, he shed his disguise and imdiately started rummaging through the house. He was dominated by a terrible "hunger"!
Damn Isabella Wu! Her ability screws over every ti I use it.
Yudel had quietly prepared a large amount of food for him in the room, but Chen Gu, in his current state, rely glanced at this food and felt a wave of revulsion—normal food no longer appealed to him.
However, the house was empty. After searching for a while, he suddenly found a bag under so grains. Opening it, he discovered it was filled with ash-gray crystals.
"Ore Crystal No. 4!" Chen Gu exclaid with delight, grabbing a handful and stuffing it into his mouth, crunching away.
The next day at work, when he arrived at the mine, Chen Gu worked alongside the others as usual. But it wasn't long before he was called aside by Yudel. "Prophet, the Grand President and nine Presidents have requested to see you."
Chen Gu was sowhat surprised. He had expected to et with the altar masters first, then the Presidents, and after them the Grand President, revealing divine miracles step by step, climbing up the hierarchy like leveling up in a ga.
He t the Grand President and the various Presidents in Yudel's house.
The house was a simple wooden cabin for the overseers to rest. While the believers, including the altar masters, mostly ca from miner backgrounds, the Presidents and Grand President were sowhat different.
What Chen Gu t was a group of people who were dressed properly and behaved with impeccable manners. Among them were many who were heads of the mine overseers.
The President of Greenforest Mining Field was an old man over fifty. His salt-and-pepper hair and beard were neatly trimd, and he wore a clean, tidy robe, adorned with so gemstone jewelry.
Chen Gu had heard from old Charles that this President, Brenna Glentuha, was the field's record-keeper, responsible for registering the quality and quantity of the ores. Although he wasn't a mber of the royal family, he bore a noble title.
On this planet, the common folk had no surnas, just a single na. Only the nobility had surnas, and only families of nobility with historical significance had the privilege of their surnas being passed down through the generations.
Brenna clasped his hands in front of his chest, bowed to Chen Gu, and then introduced him, "This gentleman is the Grand President of our city, Ekli Joshfield."
The believers outside couldn't see the people in the room and did not know who had arrived. Otherwise, they would be utterly surprised to find that their Grand President was actually the chief tax officer of the city.
The Grand President Ekli greeted Chen Gu with the highest ritual courtesy of the sect, "Hello."
But from beginning to end, neither of them called Chen Gu "Prophet" nor did they appear too humble.
Chen Gu understood their intentions and nodded. "I have co to guide everyone. My God knows that in this world there exists a pure and peaceful place where all of us yearn to be, yet the evil darkness that surrounds us has caused you all to lose your way. My God cannot bear to see you continue to flounder in confusion, and thus, sent ."
As he spoke these words, he exercised his power to manifest directly into their minds the "pure and peaceful place" he spoke of.
In that place, divine authority was supre over imperial authority. Followers of the "Great True God" were spread over every corner of the planet. Even in the mountains where the wild folk lived, crude shrines were spontaneously erected for prayer.
Every mber of the royal family had to be a devout follower of My God. If their faith was not approved by My God, it would deal a deadly blow to that royal mber's reputation.
For a City Lord to ascend, he must also be recognized by My God and crowned by the Grand President of the sect. Otherwise, his claim would hold no legitimacy.
And these royals had to continuously offer taxes to earn My God's approval.
The Grand President and Presidents were initially astonished—indeed, the Prophet's actions were "as if aided by a divine power," revealing miracles to them right at their first eting.
But soon after, their hearts surged with excitent! The vision of that "pure and peaceful place," filled with devotees and where My God reigned supre, was indeed sothing to revere.
However, what these people valued even more was the supre authority of divine power in that world! Though it was all in the na of "My God," when would My God have the ti to constantly watch over the earth? Wouldn't all the power and wealth on earth bestowed by My God be manipulated by the sect? To be precise, it would be in the hands of these higher-ranking ecclesiastics. Take Eric, for instance, currently the chief tax officer; his position was significant, but when compared to the city's royal family, the gap was substantial. The royal family could replace him whenever they wanted to. But in the world shown by the Prophet, it was they who could influence the appointnts and removals of City Lords!
Eric and Brenna exchanged a glance. They waved their hands to dismiss all the attendants, like Yudel and old Charles, leaving only Chen Gu and the individuals ranked President or higher in the room.
Then Eric slowly began to ask, "Prophet, does such a world truly exist? Why have we never heard of it?"
This was already an acknowledgnt of Chen Gu's identity as the Prophet.
Chen Gu smiled slightly. "Of course, it exists. Even if it didn't, under the divine light of My God, can't we create such a world ourselves?"
Eric and the others hesitated. "But... the royal family would never agree. They wield powerful armies and have the support of those [evil devils from the stars], with mighty military force."
Chen Gu smiled faintly. "We have a large number of followers. On this planet, over ninety percent of the population are miners, and among them, about forty percent are already our followers. They are the most powerful weapon of My God!"
"And this weapon is still growing stronger."
"When all the miners beco followers of My God, the royals will have to agree whether they want to or not."
The Grand President and the Presidents inside the room were clearly very intrigued, yet they could not quite make up their minds.
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