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

The High Priest added fuel to the fire, saying that after Mayor Walter learned that selling them the first batch of rough stones at a discount was the Holy Son's idea, he repeatedly expressed that he would definitely live up to the Holy Son's expectations and make the mining business a success! And make Northridge a great place!

The High Priest was quite satisfied with Mayor Walter's performance and planned to continue in this manner, entrusting the management of the glowing mine to Walter while the Temple sat back and collected its points.

Wen Yubai's heart trembled, and he blurted out, "No!"

Mayor Walter is so good at making money, selling to him would be terrible! It would be like inviting a wolf into the house.

Furthermore, they can no longer sell raw stones. Mayor Walter has already set a precedent, and others might follow suit and come to the temple for welfare cooperation.

If a few more business geniuses emerge, wouldn't he be hearing bad news every day?

No, he can't fall into the same trap twice.

Wen Yubai composed himself and slowly said:

"High Priest, selling raw stones is not a long-term solution. Ore is a non-renewable resource; every batch sold is one less available. Besides, relying on the mayor and others to handle it all the time is too dependent on outsiders and ultimately unstable. It would be better to sell only a small portion and process the rest ourselves."

The high priest stroked his beard, seemingly lost in thought, and said, "Hmm, you're right, the profit margin is indeed higher when processed into finished products."

Wen Yubai did not respond.

This time he plans to take matters into his own hands. Whether the profits will be high or not is unknown, but he will definitely not let the Temple make any money.

As for what exactly he would process it into, he hadn't fully decided yet.

However, for now, he can take on the responsibility.

"High Priest, I have some new ideas for processing the ore. Let me design it this time."

The high priest looked pleased and immediately agreed.

He would have hesitated if this important matter were entrusted to someone else, but he could rest assured that it was entrusted to the Holy Son.

Everyone knows that this child is both smart and responsible.

There's one downside: she's too reserved.

-

Wen Yubai is not a professional in design, but he has Erebus, a professional design talent.

Anyway, the prayer altar has already been arranged, and Erebus is quite free, so he can come and help me.

Of course, he wouldn't work for free. Wen Yubai would give him a generous reward, which would just cover the cost of the temple's money.

So the two of them began a closed-door design phase.

Having ruled out all other money-making options, Wen Yubai intends to make the Temple return all the profits it has made.

Before going into seclusion, Wen Yubai made a special trip to inspect the implementation of the new pilgrimage rules.

The situation is excellent, with no improvement whatsoever.

The book-copying shop still only had a few scattered commoners, and the number of people in the rich people's labor field had also decreased as expected.

That's normal.

No matter how charming Loven is, she can't captivate people all the time.

Humans are inherently lazy; who would willingly give up a comfortable life to do hard labor every day?

Bishop Dickens also noticed this.

Bishop Dickens also noticed this situation, and he was somewhat troubled. He tentatively offered a suggestion:

"Could you change the exchange rules a little? For example, instead of exchanging 40 hours of labor for two worship opportunities, change it to exchanging 20 hours for one."

"Having something to look forward to along the way might reduce the chances of giving up and give everyone more motivation to persevere."

Wen Yubai refused on the spot.

What a terrible idea! If we really followed Bishop Dickens's suggestion, wouldn't the number of participants skyrocket?

"The regulations have only just been implemented; changing them frequently is a major taboo, hmm..."

He paused, worried that Bishop Dickens might get carried away and come up with some other clever tricks, such as returning a certain percentage of donated coins after working a certain number of hours.

So Wen Yubai directly pointed out a bad path and earnestly tried to fool people.

"However, verbal or nominal encouragement and spiritual affirmation are often more powerful than material things. As for vulgar things like money, we should not use them to desecrate the original intention of pilgrimage."

Although returning gold coins will consume the temple's money, it will attract more people to participate, greatly increasing the probability of making money. This risk must be nipped in the bud.

As for verbal or nominal encouragement, that's even simpler—just a few words of praise will suffice.

Bishop Dickens frowned, clearly failing to grasp the Son's deeper meaning.

"Okay, I'll think about it some more."

"Don't overcomplicate things, don't do anything special, just let things take their natural course."

Having explained everything, Wen Yubai felt at ease leaving the work to the work-loving Bishop Dickens.

-

Erebus did not initially intend to go into seclusion with the Son of Light.

Just kidding, how can he cause trouble if he's in seclusion?

However, just as he was about to make an excuse to decline, that annoying chosen one of the gods came over and expressed his desire to join the design team.

As a result, the Holy Son of Light did not hesitate for even a second and refused decisively.

Erebus's mood instantly became somewhat complicated, and he had two conjectures.

The first reason is that the Holy Son of Light does not want the chosen ones to disturb their "private time together".

Secondly, the Holy Son of Light highly values ​​his abilities; otherwise, why would he choose only him and reject the chosen ones?

Erebus compared the possibilities and concluded that the second one was more likely.

He felt like a stranger to someone who had chosen him so firmly.

Erebus did not like sunlight, but he had to admit that it was very warm when the light fell on him.

He sighed inwardly.

Alas, being too outstanding is that downside; even when you're in the enemy camp, you're still highly regarded by your adversaries.

Anyway, it feels pretty good.

Therefore, Erebus did not reject Wen Yubai.

Especially when he saw the usually lazy and composed smile on the face of the chosen one who was turned away freeze slightly, he really wanted to laugh.

He couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Wen Yubai heard the laughter and looked over in confusion.

Erebus composed himself and met the gaze of the Holy Son with ease. Not wanting to lose his composure in front of this Holy Son who admired him so much, he straightened his expression.

"I thought of something funny."

"oh."

Wen Yubai thought he was mocking someone.

But in Wen Yubai's blind spot, Lovin's gaze was sweeping over Erebus.

Lovey-Loughlin always thought he had a good temper.

Compared to the Grim Reaper and God of Slaughter of the past, his patience can be described as generous.

After receiving Erebus's affirmative reply, Wen Yubai left beforehand.

This time, Lovin didn't come along. He felt much more relaxed, and his steps were lighter.

Erebus and Lovin didn't have much to talk about.

So, not long after Wen Yubai left, the two parted ways and went their separate ways.

Erebus looked up at the sky.

The sun had already sunk below the horizon, and the sky was a deep blue hue; it would be completely dark in a little while.

So he walked back along the path on the outskirts of the city, preparing to return to his residence.

As he was passing through an alley, Erebus suddenly heard someone calling his name from behind.

"Erebus".

Erebus's body reacts faster than his brain.

The moment he turned around, black magic condensed and formed a tight protective shield around him.

In his line of sight, a white arrow of light, wreathed in pink vortexes, emanated a terrifying aura and hurtled through the air at incredible speed, locking onto him like a shooting star.

This is definitely not an ordinary magical attack.

The thought flashed through Erebus's mind as the pink arrow of light struck his protective shield.

There is no suspense.

The black protective shield, which was strong enough to withstand ordinary high-level magic, was as fragile as paper in front of the light arrow and broke in an instant.

Then the arrow of light pierced through his chest.

A sharp, tearing pain spread from his chest, Erebus's knees buckled, and he fell backward.

His vision began to blur, and his consciousness gradually faded.

Am I really going to die like this?

He hasn't yet proven to the Dark High Priest that he is fully capable of handling things on his own.