The plot of "Quick Transmigration: The Charismatic One Always Collapses" is incomplete.

The servant reported everything he had learned to Mayor Walter.

The town mayor frowned slightly, his heart filled with doubt.

Everyone knows that the divine authority of the Temple of Light has declined and is no longer as powerful as it once was, with its influence waning year by year.

The Kingdom Council reduced the Temple's tax exemptions, and the nobles no longer offered land and wealth as devoutly as they had in the past.

However, the Temple of Light is ultimately the orthodox divine authority of the Continent of Light. People may secretly despise it, but they will not show it disrespect in public.

In previous years, whenever a pilgrimage group passed through the area, even if it was just a group led by an ordinary bishop, they would visit him as soon as possible.

Firstly, it was a matter of courtesy; secondly, it was also the temple's tacitly known selfish motive—to take advantage of their local supplies.

But this time it's different.

My subordinates told me that the leader of this pilgrimage is a young man with black hair and black eyes. There is only one young clergyman in the temple with these characteristics who can lead a pilgrimage independently.

The Holy Son of Light.

Mayor Walter felt increasingly uneasy; he realized he couldn't possibly figure this out on his own, no matter how hard he tried.

He simply sent someone to invite the mayors of several surrounding towns. These towns were of similar size and usually helped each other, so there was not much competition between them.

"What do you think His Highness means by this?"

Mayor Walter recounted the story, and after listening, the other mayors began to brainstorm.

"This is really not right. Last time the pilgrimage passed through my area, it was just an ordinary bishop, but he still put on a very high and mighty air. This one is the Holy Son, so why is he all gone without a trace?"

The round-faced town mayor rolled his eyes and said, "These people from the Temple seem more like they're on an inspection tour than on a pilgrimage. It's a pity their disguise was so poor that you, Walter, discovered it."

"An inspection?"

"Think about it, our towns are right next to the North Ridge. The North Ridge looks desolate, but it's actually full of scattered mineral veins, with plenty of stone, iron ore, and auxiliary minerals. It's just that the roads are difficult to travel and there are too few people, so no one has ever developed it. The Holy Temple never built a branch temple here before, why?"

"High investment, few believers, slow return on investment, so I don't like it."

"If the temple wants to open up the North Ridge, shouldn't it first choose a location to build a branch temple? Investigate the route, which towns have good infrastructure, and what are their local customs and beliefs like...?"

"But do they really have that much money?"

"Even a starved camel is bigger than a horse. As long as the name of the God of Light remains, the Temple will never fall. Now that the Holy Son has personally conducted a secret visit, he must have a grand plan. This matter is definitely not simple, and we cannot be negligent."

The town mayors took turns speaking, and the more they talked, the more they realized how reasonable their points were.

Mayor Walter couldn't sit still any longer. After the meeting, he immediately ordered people to prepare a generous gift and personally delivered it to the inn where the temple was staying.

Upon seeing the Holy Son, Mayor Walter became even more certain of his thoughts. He was respectful and earnest, and every word he uttered was a devout praise of the light.

Thinking to himself, this holy son must be no ordinary person to remain unmoved by money.

After delivering the gift, the town mayor left with an air of nonchalance.

Wen Yubai stared in silence at the pile of supplies and the bag of gold coins that had suddenly appeared in front of him.

Are there still people eager to give money away?

That won't do; he absolutely cannot leave the money to the Temple!

Wen Yubai immediately summoned all the priests, and when they saw these things, their eyes widened in astonishment.

"Tell me, what should we do with this money?"

Wen Yubai wanted to hear the priests' opinions on spending money, eliminating all the wrong answers, and then the correct answer would be left.

"Your Majesty, I have observed that there are many poor people in the town these past few days. I think we can keep a portion of this money and distribute the rest to the poor families in the town."

"If the money is distributed to too many people, each family won't get much. It would be better to use the money to buy some food and cloth and distribute it to those who need it most."

"Yes, we can buy some medicine and distribute it to sick people."

Paladin Commander: "We can purchase more grain and meat, some of which can be distributed to the people, and some can be used to improve the meals of the troops."

After everyone finished speaking, they quieted down and all looked at the Holy Son.

With so many options, which one will the Holy Son choose?

The Holy Son said, "None of them will work."

"These proposals are all biased."

Under the expectant gazes of the crowd, Wen Yubai continued, "Distribute all the money to the major merchants in town, and leave the supplies for now."

The priests looked surprised. "Your Holiness, they have no worries about food and clothing; they don't lack this little bit of money at all. What's the point of giving it to them?"

Wen Yubai thought to himself: Just because they don't lack money, giving them this little bit of money will not only make them laugh at the Temple's stinginess, but also make the townspeople think that the Temple of Light is opportunistic, deliberately trying to please the rich, and smearing the Temple. It's a win-win situation.

But I definitely can't say that to them.

"All living beings are bathed in the grace of light, and divine grace is impartial. Merchants control the economic lifeline of the town, maintaining the stability of the market. Gold coins can play a better role in their hands."

The priests felt it made no sense, but due to the Holy Son's status, they could only bow and obey.

188 watched its host's actions and sighed silently.

Urgent! The host is taking the task too seriously, what should I do?

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The group from the temple quickly divided the gold coins equally and delivered them to several wealthy merchants in the town before bidding farewell and leaving.

Several wealthy businessmen held the money, filled with doubt.

Everyone knows that the Temple of Light likes to do good deeds, but this is the first time we've encountered someone doing good deeds for their wealthy members.

Trying to curry favor with them? They shouldn't only give them this little bit of money.

Someone tried to be polite and offered to add some money to return to the temple, but the priest who came to deliver the money solemnly refused, saying:

"The Holy Son believes that, under the watchful eye of the light, this gold coin will surely play its due role."

The wealthy merchants were even more baffled, and they dared not use it until the people from the temple left the town.

Upon learning that the group had received the gifts but had done nothing about it, Mayor Walter shook his head and sighed inwardly.

What a disappointment! The Holy Son gave such an obvious hint, and he didn't even understand.

I still need his guidance.

He summoned several wealthy merchants who had received the Temple coins.

"You guys are so shrewd when it comes to business, how come you can't seem to think straight now?"

"Mayor, what do you mean by this?"

"The Temple's pilgrimage route this time is clearly heading towards the North Ridge. They're passing through here in disguise to investigate us. Tell me, what are they trying to investigate?"

A wealthy businessman scratched his head. "Could it be that they're trying to curry favor with us so they can get us to donate in the future...?"

Before he could finish speaking, someone next to him patted him on the shoulder, interrupting him:

"Are you stupid! If they were after the money, they would have just asked directly. Why beat around the bush like this?"

Walter nodded. "The Temple is concerned with faith, not business. They are testing our attitude now. If the Temple wants to open up the North Ridge trade route in the future, they will definitely have to build a branch temple here. They will definitely choose a place with a good faith foundation so that they can manage it better."

Everyone suddenly understood.

"Then we can't use this money ourselves; we have to spend it openly to show our loyalty to the light."

Walter laughed and said, "I'm just reminding you to seize the opportunity. Think about it yourselves."

"Of course, of course."

Everyone discussed how to use the money effectively, and Walter was deeply gratified.

The Holy Son acted cautiously, first conducting a low-key investigation to ascertain the town's foundation.

The act of distributing money again was a test to gauge the wealthy businessman's character and ambition; every step was imbued with profound meaning.

The phrase "This gold coin will surely play its due role" was meant to remind this group of people, but unfortunately, they weren't as quick-witted as him and didn't think of that.

Mayor Walter, a smug smile on his face, turned and left, concealing his accomplishments and fame.