touchnovel Chapter 542 315: Good People Deserve to Have Guns Pointed at Them (2-in-1)
Chapter 542 315: Good People Deserve to Have Guns Pointed at Them (2-in-1)
However, since the Eye of Dusk isn't scheming some plot, Rogel couldn't be bothered to pay attention.
Now the Black Tide Secret Society needs development, and the Eye of Dusk is too far away, so he has no time to concern himself with so many things.
This guy had better stay immersed in his own world and never wake up.
Next, is the Tree of Life itself.
Previously, Rogel learned from his conversation with It that It originally did not belong here.
And in this talk, Rogel discovered an intriguing point.
The Tree of Life, unlike other church deities, is not purely a spirit of faith.
Its power doesn't entirely come from believers but relies on forces similar to "life force" and "flourishing" within certain plants to sustain Its power.
This might be due to the uniqueness of Its authority power.
Otherwise, merely relying on a single Giant Tree Island would make it difficult to sustain Its strength.
And Giant Tree Island's attitude toward the Black Tide Secret Society is very friendly.
The Tree of Life clearly knew early on that the Black Tide Secret Society was created by Rogel.
Rogel wasn't surprised by this.
Moreover, regarding matters of the Mother Goddess Church, the Tree of Life was very straightforward.
If Rogel needs, It will help.
This made Rogel's heart feel much lighter.
This trip, he managed to clear most of the pressure from the side of the Black Tide Secret Society.
The Eye of Dusk and its followers are busy immersing themselves in their world, while Giant Tree Island becomes an ally.
The only potential threat...
is Balahavi's City of Harvest.
Rogel narrowed his eyes slightly.
He slowly raised his hand, watching the dark yellow power of destruction surging in it, a cold gleam flashing in his eyes.
Since I'm here, I might as well pay a good "visit."
My young fellows nearly stumbled in this so-called "City of Harvest," so as a Divine Favor within the Church, he naturally understands the principle of reciprocation...
...
Sphincter Region.
The newly appointed Governor Bishop Doyle Devis has been on his domain for an entire morning.
However, he's now breaking out in cold sweat.
"Bishop Doyle, these are the administrative tasks you need to handle today, some appointments by management have been placed aside for you, Archbishop Sharo said these could be postponed slightly..."
"Besides, these are the crime lists of the island's noble personnel..."
"Additionally, here's the garrison situation of each island..."
A young, seemingly steady member of the Black Tide Secret Society brought Doyle stack after stack of files, almost filling up the entire desk.
This young man was named Ashru.
Every time he placed down a stack of files, a bead of sweat appeared on Doyle's forehead.
Seeing him finally put down the last stack, Doyle let out a sigh of relief.
"So many, and all need my personal handling..."
Doyle took a deep breath.
Though Chelegen and Sharo had briefed him before coming, the current situation was still somewhat beyond his expectation.
And when the Black Tide Believer heard his words, he merely smiled politely and said, "Yes, Bishop Doyle, these are tasks only you have the authority to handle."
"Actually, Archbishop Sharo ordered us to process some of these first, but I thought you might want to familiarize yourself in advance, so I left a portion of them..."
On hearing this, Doyle's heart sank a bit more.
... Can so many administrative tasks be completed in one day?
Then, he took a deep breath, ready to start the struggle.
No choice, for dreams and goals, just work hard!
But before picking up his pen, he paused, then looked at Ashru and humbly said, "Ashru, I'll need to ask you to keep an eye on things..."
"Yes, Bishop Doyle."
Ashru nodded, looking extremely reliable and stable.
And indeed, that was true.
Ashru, as part of the former Defier, was a veteran figure in the Black Tide Secret Society.
Though the Black Tide Secret Society had developed for less than a year, rapidly expanding, they had undergone plenty of trials.
Starting as a common Believer of Magrela, then to the island's ruling officer in Scot, and now the deputy governor of an entire sea region, his experiences were plentiful.
Moreover, Ashru also possessed sufficient ability and talent.
If not for a shortage of manpower, Sharo wouldn't have handed him over to assist Doyle.
With Ashru's assistance.
The diligently studying Doyle quickly immersed himself, focused and attentive, seeking advice from Ashru beside him when in doubt.
Time passed slowly like this.
Until dusk, when a maid quietly entered the room and gently lit a candle, the administrative tasks before Doyle were almost sorted out.
"… Good heavens, Ashru, do you handle files like these every day?"
Doyle twisted his neck, feeling slightly mentally fatigued, saying.
"Well, not quite..." Ashru shrugged, smiling: "It's not usually this little, typically there'd be more."
"Archbishop Sharo always said young people should strive more."
Doyle: "..."
Seeing this, Ashru couldn't help but laugh: "Don't worry, Bishop Doyle, you'll get used to it soon enough."
"The Secret Society is already doing well now, back when we just took over Scot, Tariq wanted to split a person in half to use them."
Splitting a person in half to use...
Doyle's mind felt puzzled without knowing how to express it.
"By the way, there's another matter you'll likely need to pay attention to."
After joking, Ashru collected his smile, pointing to the maritime map hanging on the wall in the back.