Port of the Kingdom of Fes.

The waves are rolling, the sky is blue, the sea is blue, but people's mood is not as clear as the color of the sky and the earth.

In front of me is boundless water, behind me is a country that is gradually moving away. In a blink of an eye, the people on the pier gradually shrink until they can't be seen.

Many people stood on the long-distance boat and couldn't help but turn around and look at the port that was gradually leaving. Even the pastors who were more indifferent than ordinary people couldn't help but feel a sense of desolation.

If it weren't for the war, who would have been away from the place where he had lived for a long time?

"Is it possible to come back when I leave?" someone suddenly murmured in a low voice in the crowd.

Anyone who hears it can't help feeling sad. Yes, if there is constant war in this place, is it possible for them to come back?

Even a great priest with a level of 15 or above will have a longer life span. Over time, perhaps, he will never be able to come back.

How many people present can achieve the 15th-level priest?

Even if the civil strife in the Kingdom of Feisi was quelled many years later, I am afraid that they have already taken deep roots in another distant country. Leaving again will be another lost separation.

Who says that pastors do not love their hometown? It’s just that as pastors, they have heavier burdens on them, and their body, mind, life and even freedom do not belong to them. They have followed God’s master in the name of their souls.

All actions will be based on God's will. Even if you die, even if you are buried in hell, you must keep moving forward with the interests of the temple.

However, no matter how sincere the believers are, they are just believers. They are not God. Anyone who lives in a place for a long time will have more or less emotions. In this way, they suddenly leave, and everyone's emotions are not very high.

"Bibetan, everyone's mood is not very high. What do you think? Should I hold a meeting and tell them about the necessity of migration?" An elderly pastor walked into a cabin. In the cabin with a faint fragrance, a woman was looking down at the book. The pastor walked up to her and said with concern.

The woman was Memimi. When she heard the pastor's words, she raised her head and smiled faintly: "Pastor Hepper, you don't have to worry about them. They are just sad. It is also good for them to vent their emotions appropriately."

After saying that, she picked up a stack of materials and handed them to the older priest.

"It just so happens that Pastor Hepper, I am now sorting out the information about the pastors who boarded the ship. You are the old man of the temple. You know more about some people than me. Do me a favor and organize these information for me."

"Happy can share your worries, Lord Bishop." Pastor Hepper took the stack of information and said with a smile.

Because this is Memimi's office cabin, after Pastor Hepper took the information, he started to organize it on the table next to him.

There was a pen and paper there. I looked at the information one by one before Pastor Hepper asked: "Sir Bishop, how do you plan to classify these information? How do you organize them? What is the purpose of?"

"In these information, there are more than a dozen priests from the temples I brought out, and some of us in the main temple of the Kingdom of Fes. There are more than 500 people. When we arrive at Tetasha, we are afraid that we will rebuild a temple. We don't have many acquaintances in this branch. We need to sort out the information of these people and see which ones we can choose to use in the future. How others should allocate it. Please help me take a look first." Memimi raised her head in a busy manner and said to the priest sitting next to her.

Pastor Hepper nodded: "Sir, I understand, I'll take a look at it now. But..."

He suddenly wanted to speak but stopped.

"Oh? Pastor Hepper, do you have anything to say?" Memimi noticed his hesitation and asked with a little strange question.

"Sir, I'm thinking, why don't we choose the capital of the Kingdom of Esk this time? Even as a migrant worker, we cannot be the real temple of this country, but the level is the same. Will it be better to rebuild the temple in the capital of the Kingdom of Esk?" Pastor Hepper said with a strange look.

In fact, he had wanted to ask this question for a long time. Their team, led by the Archbishop of the Temple of the Goddess of the Commercial Goddess in the Kingdom of Fes, will the temple they will rebuild in the future be of the specifications of the Grand Temple. Is it a bit inappropriate to choose such a reconstruction site rather than the capital of the Kingdom of Esk?

However, some people in the temple who have a good relationship with Archbishop Memimi, they all know that Bishop Memimi is very impressed with the giant eagle druid, and the territory of this giant eagle druid is the Tetashaw territory they are about to move to. From this point of view, is it decided by their direction of migration that some Archbishop Memimi's personal emotions involved?

After hesitating for a long time, Pastor Hepper expressed his confusion, but he did not dare to say it too clearly. The authority of the Archbishop was not a pastor who could provoke it. Although Memimi's personality was peaceful and he did not usually use power to suppress others, her calm expression and even a faint smile would put pressure on people, making those who were familiar with him dare not think about the confusion hidden in their hearts.

Although Pastor Hepper did not say it thoroughly, a smart person like Memimi naturally guessed what the other party was thinking at once.

In fact, when she made this decision, she knew that there must be some people who would be confused about their decisions.

However, she understood more that no one would object to the decision she made, let alone question it. It was mostly confusion. Pastor Hepper was able to make it because he had been in the Temple of the Goddess of Business for a long time. She always regarded him as an elder and would not care too much about the issue of rank and inferiority.

"Pastor Hepper, I know that many people don't understand why I made such a decision. But please believe me. As long as you step onto the territory of Tetashau, really come into contact with such people and things, and see the various situations there, no one will have any doubts about my decision." Memimi bent her eyebrows and said confidently.

Although I don’t know why the Archbishop said that, Hepper heard a sense of confidence from Memimi’s words.

At an extremely young age, Memimi began to enter the management of the Temple of the Fair Kingdom of Business Goddess Temple. At her age in her twenties, she has become a senior 11th-level priest and has also taken charge of the Temple of the Temple of the Trade Goddess Temple of a Kingdom. It can be said that her intelligence, talent, and even her ability to do things was recognized by everyone. Everyone believed in the decisions she made.

Perhaps, the Archbishop really had her own reasons for doing this. Pastor Hepper thought secretly.

"Biden, what you said makes me even more desperately hope that I can arrive at Tetasha earlier." Pastor Hepper said with a smile.

"We will have to walk for at least a month and be smooth sailing before we can get there. During this period, we can have a good rest." Meimi said jokingly.

Seeing that the bishop looked so relaxed, as if he was infected by her, Pastor Hepper also relaxed.

Since he had made up a little, Pastor Hepper naturally started the "work" of this day.

The sea breeze outside gently blew the sea surface, causing layers of waves.

The fleet was getting farther and farther away from the Kingdom of Fes, so far that there was no trace of it, and the priest was in a little depressed.

However, as time goes by, all kinds of expectations for the future gradually arise in their hearts, and the feeling of loss gradually fades away. In other words, it is the feeling of eagerness to reach the destination...

"Magic message?" A little eagle hovered over Tetaxiao's leadership for a while, as if searching for the target, and plunged towards a place.

The glass window of Romon's office was closed. Suddenly, a little eagle appeared in front of him. The little eagle kept flapping the glass with its wings outside the window, making a banging sound.

Romon recognized at a glance that the eagle was transformed from magic, and opened the glass window half the size, and the eagle immediately flew in from outside.

It flew around Romon several times, as if it was identifying his identity. Finally, the identification work was finally completed. The eagle cheered, and then disappeared with a whoosh. Then, a letter fell from mid-air and was taken into his hand by Romon.

"It's such a trick again." Romon shook his head, looked at the blank space on the envelope, and said to himself.

Without any hesitation, he tore open one end of the envelope and pulled the letter out of it. The faint fragrance on his face made him smile.

There are many contents in this letter, which are completely different from the previous conciseness. Memimi wrote down the dilemma of his temple in the Kingdom of Fes and the fact that his side was about to move people to Tetashaul.

After reading this letter, Romon showed an expectant smile on his face: "Is the main force of a temple?"

Immediately, Romon walked outside and asked someone to call Nick.

"Nick, I have something good to tell you, look at this." He handed the letter to Nick for a while, and Romon said with a smile: "Give me a copy of the geographical information in the city. I want to help them choose a place to build an extremely brilliant and solemn temple of the goddess of business."

Just as Romon and his friends began to prepare for this, on the sea, a beautiful woman looking down at the information suddenly raised her head and looked outside.

She had sensed the message she received from her magic letter, and a knowing smile gradually appeared on her face.
Chapter completed!