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

There is a rule for temple pilgrimages: after each pilgrimage, one must go to the monument of faith to report on one's duties.

There are no strict requirements or formats; one can share what one sees, hears, does, and experiences along the way with the monument of faith and reveal it to the people of the temple.

The Monument of Faith stands in a closed area on the east side of Prayer Plaza. It is about five meters wide and fifteen meters high, and is made entirely of an unknown black material.

Its body is covered with dense, star-like patterns, with a shimmering white light flowing between them, extending from the base to three meters upwards, where the patterns become dim and lose their luster.

Legend has it that this stone tablet was forged by the God of Light when the war of the gods came to an end, and the light represents faith and the continuation of the temple.

The faint light within those patterns has grown increasingly faint, signifying the depletion of faith and the temple's current decline.

Pilgrimage groups have been returning one after another during this period.

The bishops, accompanied by their respective priests, presided over their duties at the monument of faith, recounting their experiences along the way, and how they proclaimed the light, gathered believers, and spread divine grace.

Their expressions were devout, and they chanted hymns of light.

The monument of faith displays a real-time response, much like a lie detector.

If the light intensifies, it signifies a genuine increase in faith; if there is no change, the bishops will show expressions of regret.

When most teams returned, the monument would glow faintly, which was enough to prove that their pilgrimage had not been in vain.

After all, in this era of declining faith, even just one more believer is a gain.

Because Wen Yubai's pilgrimage team split into two groups midway, even though he returned, he had not yet given his report and was waiting for the Knight Commander to lead the team back to join him.

Taking advantage of a lull, the high priest gently asked himself what he had gained from this pilgrimage.

Wen Yubai gave a vague reply, creating the image of "I tried my best but the result wasn't very good, and I'm too embarrassed to say it."

The high priest wanted to ask a few more questions, but seeing the expression on his face, he couldn't bear to say anything more.

He patted Wen Yubai on the shoulder and said:

"It's normal to be unfamiliar with things when you first go out. Just tell the truth in front of the monument of faith. Don't worry, don't feel burdened. As long as your heart is turned towards the light, the God of Light will not blame you."

Wen Yubai nodded; he would definitely tell the truth.

Although lying in front of a monument to faith could instantly ruin one's reputation, that would be going too far.

This time, he didn't develop his character into someone completely evil or ridiculously stupid from the start; instead, he did it gradually and naturally.

Therefore, Wen Yubai pondered in his heart that he hadn't done much good on this trip, and he estimated that when he gave his report, the Monument of Faith would not only not shine, but might even dim a little.

The Holy Son of God is not even as good as an ordinary bishop. You can imagine how everyone will view him and how disappointed the High Priest will be.

After all, the high priest had given him the most money among everyone, but what was the result? He received nothing. It was embarrassing to even think about it.

Yes, I need to make sure my micro-expressions are on point, conveying a sense of aloofness with restraint, a hint of resentment within that restraint, and a touch of inferiority beneath that resentment.

He needs to make everyone feel that he tried his best, but it still didn't work, that he really wasn't capable enough.

Wen Yubai practiced repeatedly in private, waiting for the Paladin Commander to lead the team back.

But for some reason, there was always a faint sense of unease in my heart, as if something bad was about to happen, and it wouldn't go away.

This premonition reached its peak the moment he saw the Paladin Commander return.

The Paladin Commander was darker and his muscles were more defined.

Not only the paladin commander, but also the priests following behind him were all tanned dark red.

If they weren't dressed in priestly robes, the high priest would have almost mistaken them for farmers.

Although they looked battered and bruised, each of them wore a smile and exuded a spirited and triumphant air.

This made the high priest even more curious about what had happened.

Wen Yubai's focus is different from that of the High Priest.

He was also surprised by the changes in the priests, but his gaze quickly fell on two out-of-place figures in the crowd.

The two men were not dressed in priestly robes, but in brocade robes. One had a ruddy complexion and a shrewd look between his brows, while the other had dark skin, a hunched posture, and simple, honest eyes.

They were Mayor Walter and the village chief of Stone Village.

Wen Yubai's pupils contracted slightly.

What are they doing here?

Could it be that the priests have committed some terrible crime, and now the debtors have come to collect?

No way.

Wen Yubai maintained a calm demeanor, but his mind was already racing, calculating various possibilities and contingency plans.

"High Priest! Holy Son!"

The leading paladin commander stopped first and knelt on one knee, followed closely by the priests behind him.

"We have successfully completed our mission and gained a great deal from our pilgrimage to Stone Village. We have not disappointed His Holiness the Holy Son's good intentions."

Wen Yubai's heart skipped a beat; these words sounded ominous.

As soon as he finished speaking, the village chief of Stone Village had already reddened his eyes. He quickly stepped forward, his whole body trembling slightly with excitement. He bent his knees and was about to kneel down in front of Wen Yubai.

Fortunately, Wen Yubai reacted quickly and caught him.

He looked at the village chief's appearance, then glanced at the paladin commander, somewhat puzzled.

The village chief of Stone Village was helped to his feet, but he still held the Holy Son's hand tightly, his lips trembling, unable to utter a complete sentence for a long time.

The Paladin Commander didn't receive Wen Yubai's signal, but the outgoing Mayor Walter, beaming with pride, spoke up.

His voice was loud and booming, and in front of everyone in the temple, he recounted the "gains" of the Holy Son's pilgrimage, one by one.

From how to reclaim wasteland and build dirt roads in Stone Village, to guiding people to discover underground water sources and luminous mineral veins.

The village chief of Stone Village also calmed down and began to recount how the temple led the priests to their Stone Village, where they took off their priestly robes, put on plain clothes, and worked diligently and sincerely to help them.

They were not heartless people; they understood the situation clearly, so they specially dedicated the first batch of luminous ore mined to the temple.

The priests were also stirred up, excitedly saying that they had learned a lot under the guidance of the Holy Son on this trip.

They understood that missionary work was not about talking, but about experiencing people's suffering firsthand and putting the will of light into practice through action.

Mayor Walter then went on to recount the faith of the God of Light in the towns they had visited along their pilgrimage route.

Especially under the influence and guidance of the Holy Son, local merchants contributed their efforts, voluntarily providing food and clothing to poor families, and also paying craftsmen to repair leaky houses and reinforce dilapidated courtyard walls.

Everyone chimed in, eagerly adding their own comments.

Upon hearing one piece of good news after another, the high priest could no longer maintain his dignified and solemn demeanor. He couldn't stop smiling, and his eyes narrowed into slits.

He glanced at his own holy son, only to see that the child's expression remained unchanged, still maintaining an indifferent yet compassionate look.

The high priest felt both gratified and moved.

The child has grown up, and he remains humble and composed in the face of such great achievements. This composure and vision are reminiscent of his youthful spirit.

He had thought Wen Yubai had messed things up when he saw him like that before, and he was worried for a long time.

I never expected this child to be giving me a surprise!