The cubicles in the temple that handle official duties reveal the taste of integrity, and the walls are full of bookshelf. The bookshelf is filled with ancient books that sages studied various prayers. The sunlight from the roof skylight permeates the cover of the ancient books. It is warm and golden. A few naughty squirrels chase and play among the bookshelf, occasionally jumping over the heads of the old man under the skylight.

Master Dante sat in front of the table, looking at the stack of envelopes on the table, twitching his head.

These letters are stamped with the northern provinces.

Obviously, these letters were sent from that place.

"Teacher, this is the tea sent by the Lord of Light with the letter, and it has been brewed." The middle-aged priest walked in with a tea cup. Seeing the Lord Dante shook his head and sighed, chuckling, "Has Miss Anna asked you another problem?"

"Anna doesn't know what kind of ecstasy soup she has been poured by Chang Hao. Now she wants to find 500 craftsmen in our temple." Master Dante took the teacup and sniffed, "The leaves from the east really have a magical power that makes people drink more and more excited."

"500 craftsmen?" The middle-aged priest was slightly stunned. "I remember that his Majesty had just recruited 200 Bill Tartar craftsmen to Guangmingye some time ago?"

"Yes, there are 200 excellent Bill Tartar craftsmen, and those who don't have a taste can't eat this big meal." Dante's priest was so upset by himself: "I think Chang Hao, this little brat, is because he has asked for 200 craftsmen from His Majesty. His Majesty will not agree to his request again, so this time he just threw the question to our temple. This boy's abacus is really clear!"

"Look at the tone of your priest, you don't seem to be very angry with that lord." The middle-aged priest chuckled.

"That young man is capable. This time, he defeated two mercenary groups of the Human Empire that came to provoke, which made us look forward to the orc kingdom and boosted morale. Is it natural to seek some help from us for materials and personnel?" Dante, who knew Chang Hao's origin, blew hard as if he was going to his son-in-law.

"Although there are many 500 craftsmen, they are not impossible to get enough." The middle-aged priest lowered his head and thought, "The news of Guangmingye defeating the two mercenary groups of the Human Empire has been rumored to be circulating. Many local militia organizations and individuals are eager to join the front line. In this environment, as long as we entrust priests with appropriate eloquence to go on publicity and guidance, we can win over a large number of high-quality militias and craftsmen to send to Guangmingye, which is also an achievement that cannot be ignored for our temple."

"But teacher, our temple's official funds are not very sufficient this year." The middle-aged priest kept his smile on his face, walked to the Dante's side and said in a low voice: "The Raymond and the Meier priest have obtained the highest share of official funds in previous years in the name of the army's war sacrifices. What is left to the teacher is already very..."

As the other two priests of the temple, Raymond and Mayer were slightly inferior to Dante, the legendary priest who had experienced the sea and land war, but the two priests who came from the aristocratic circle had the advantages that Dante had such a "grassroots" priests as Dante did not have.

Strong wrists and wide connections.

With these two advantages, Raymond Priest and Meier Priests easily opened up all nodes of the temple, parliament and other functional institutions, and various resources would naturally be taken to them for granted. Although not everyone is willing to see this situation, it turns out that there is no one or group in the orc kingdom that can stand opposite these chains of interests composed of hundreds of nobles of the nobles.

Even His Majesty the King and the Legend Priests will not do it.

"I know this problem. His Majesty privately told me when the winter combat meeting was held in Pompeii last time." The Priest Dante put a letter that had been opened in the hands of the middle-aged priest. "Originally, this situation would have a certain impact on our recent actions, but the young lord didn't know if it was a prophet who actually helped us solve this big problem invisibly. You can read this letter yourself."

The middle-aged priest took the letter in confusion and read the content quickly. When he saw the long list of zeros representing numbers at the end of the letter, he couldn't help but exclaim: "800,000 gold coins?! All raised funds to you personally?"

The economic income of the northern province relies on traditional animal husbandry within dozens of miles around Kotav City, and is the lowest fiscal revenue among the five provinces. The fiscal revenue of the northern province only exceeded 600,000 gold coins in a quarter. The Guangmingye Lord who set foot on the Great Wasteland of Valonian has only been developing for half a year and can actually make a fortune to this point? Oh, the gods are here~

"This kid probably sold all the spoils to those nobles who wanted to make some money, and he must have robbed the Spencer family, and he got rich overnight." Dante's Priest is worthy of being an old spirit, and he revealed the mystery in one word.

"Chang Hao is worthy of being the one you like to be a teacher. Although he has made great achievements and is rich in wealth, he has never forgotten you. The letter said that 800,000 gold coins were already on the way to the temple and would arrive in half a month. By then, your plan will finally start to work." The middle-aged priest put down the letter and his favor for the Lord of Lightning Wild whom he had never met increased greatly, but when talking about the so-called "plan", the originally relaxed expression on his face subconsciously became serious.

800,000 gold coins are more than the funds received by Raymond and Meier alone, which is enough to ensure that the initial operation of the plan will not be too much hindered.

"The 800,000 gold coins that were in a timely manner were not given to us in vain. In the end, the temple had to do a lot of things." The priest Dante smiled and nodded.

"I saw it. Chang Hao said that he not only needed 500 craftsmen, but also needed us to help him find some soldiers who are not afraid of heights. However, his height and weight cannot exceed the standard, and it must meet the standards he gave." The middle-aged priest paused for a moment and said, "I have to say that the 'talent plan' he proposed is very bold and attractive. In the current environment where the human empire is becoming more and more pressing, it is estimated that many aspiring people will respond to his call, not to mention that he won the first victory in the kingdom in a century."

The middle-aged priest said: "I have a few students who work as teachers at the Royal Military Academy, so that they can find some officers who are determined to join the front line in the academy. And as long as a small portion of them is taken out from 800,000 gold coins, they can cast a wide net and catch more fishing, which can also give many new grassroots priests a chance to exercise."

"He wanted to dig up people with special expertise from all over the country and give them the best training conditions so that these people can gather under his command."

As the tea fog rose, Dante's gaze suddenly became deeper, "There is an old saying in the East that heroes see each other. After thousands of years of ups and downs, the upper nobles are still ignorant and short-sighted, and even worse than a child."

"I am used to living a comfortable life. When humans really put a butcher knife on their necks one day, they know how hypocritical and fragile this so-called peace is." Dante's main priest looked at the direction of the capital, his eyes calmly as if there was no wind.

The look was filled with the regret and helplessness of the old father watching the bastard son.

"Chang Hao's 'Talent Plan' is in a way that conflicts with our plan. Teacher, do we want to..." The middle-aged sacrificial sacrificial silenced but stopped.

"No, his plan and our plan are not more important. Just find the right candidate according to his intention, fill in the attachment called resume and then send it to him." The priest Dante waved his hand and decided on this matter.

"But..." The middle-aged priest still wanted to say something. He knew that the teacher spent his whole life working on that plan. Now that the funds are in place, the plan can start at any time. There is no need to make any concessions here!

"You must hear what I say next." Dante's wrinkled face seemed to be stretched a little, and he made a sound.

"Those self-righteous noble forces thought they could use the entire orc kingdom as a chessboard and the light wilderness as a piece on the chessboard. But they didn't know that the young lord of the light wilderness had no awareness of being a chess piece at all. One day, he would jump out of the chessboard and cut off the hands of those who held the chess."

The sacrificial robe of the middle-aged sacrificial sacrificial robe was wet with cold sweat.

The priest Dante solemnly put the letter into the drawer, bathed in the sunshine sprinkled from the skylight and savored the rich tea, with a gratifying smile on his lips.
Chapter completed!