Douluo V: Daily Intelligence - I Want All of Tang San's Opportunities

The surrounding deacons all had red eyes, and they were itching to shout:

"If our temple master won't go, I will!"

"Don't even mention the pay; I'd go even if there was no pay!"

Su Yuntao hadn't expected the Templar Knight to offer such generous terms on the spot. Just as he was about to respond, a young Templar deacon in charge of registration couldn't sit still any longer.

"Lord Su Fen, wait a moment!"

He slammed the roster shut, stood up, and strode over to Su Yuntao. He first smiled politely at the Templar Knight, then turned to Su Yuntao and spoke:

"Lord Su, the Knights Templar do offer generous benefits, but you won't have as much freedom there. You'll be constantly on the go, braving wind and rain. Don't you think it would be a waste of your talents to go there, given your ability to manage and coordinate?"

He paused, then continued earnestly:

"I think you could also consider going to a bigger city to continue serving as the branch temple master. Firstly, this option offers a broader future, and secondly, it matches your current profession. Our bishop specifically instructed us before he came that if there are any suitable candidates, we must try to recruit them as soon as possible."

He glanced at the Templar Knight, then turned to look at Su Yuntao:

"Palace Master Su, would you like to consider this? I can't speak for other things, but we, the bishop, can guarantee that you will be transferred to a branch hall in a medium-sized city as the branch hall master. With such grassroots governance experience, once your Soul Master level is raised, it will be natural for you to take the next step."

These words caused an uproar throughout the Nottingham branch.

The branch hall stewards were stunned by this promise.

In remote towns like Nottingham, nobody wants to come unless they're a local.

Even a branch hall master can hardly arouse genuine envy from many people.

But a branch temple master in a medium-sized city is different; it means a larger jurisdiction, more resources, and a wider network of connections.

Those unseen political resources are sometimes more valuable than gold soul coins and soul beast meat.

"These conditions...aren't they a bit too much of a show of confidence in Palace Master Su?"

"Being the branch temple master of a medium-sized city is not a position that just anyone can hold."

"Princess Su, please agree! What's there to hesitate about?"

Su Yuntao's heart skipped a beat.

The head of a Martial Soul Branch Hall in a medium-sized city may not receive the same generous material subsidies as the Knights Templar, but some things cannot be measured by money alone.

That represents a bigger stage, a higher starting point, and a smoother path to advancement. For someone who wants to develop in the Spirit Hall system in the long term, this temptation is definitely no less than that of the Knights.

But before he could speak, a calm and unhurried voice suddenly came from the head of the table:

"What are you doing?"

Salas put down his teacup, his voice neither too loud nor too soft, but just enough to silence everyone in the room.

"Since when have positions within our Spirit Hall been used as bargaining chips in your backroom deals?"

He glanced at the two men who had spoken earlier, his tone carrying a businesslike indifference:

"Let me kindly remind you, are your superiors aware of the promises you're making? Is this something you can decide on your own?"

The room fell silent immediately after he said that.

The expressions of the two people who had just spoken also instantly darkened.

Using assessments as an opportunity to recruit outstanding members from branch halls has become a routine practice for the Martial Soul Temple.

The fact that they can make such a promise on behalf of their superiors in public means that they must be their superiors' confidants, and that their promises must have been tacitly approved by their superiors in advance.

But Salas's words were also very high-sounding, under the banner of maintaining the seriousness of the personnel system, leaving no room for criticism. If they continued to insist, they would appear to be overstepping their authority.

The two temple personnel exchanged a glance and ultimately did not argue further.

The man from the knight order moved his lips, but in the end he only let out a cold snort.

The young deacon silently returned to his original position, closed the register, and said nothing more.

Salas turned his gaze back to Su Yuntao, his tone still polite, but the warmth in that politeness had clearly diminished.

"Palace Master Su, your performance today was indeed surprising. You have lived up to Lord Chrysanthemum Douluo's high regard. But precisely because of this, you should contribute more to the Spirit Hall instead of thinking about what you can get for yourself like them."

He stood up, straightened his sleeves, and nodded to the others:

"Alright, today's assessment is over. I will report your assessment results truthfully. As for whether your positions will be changed, you will know when the Spirit Temple issues its orders."

After he finished speaking, he told the temple personnel who were with him to get up and leave, and the group filed out.

As Salas reached the door, he paused slightly, glanced at Su Yuntao as if he had something to say, but in the end he just smiled and nodded, then strode across the threshold and got into the carriage without looking back.

The carriage rumbled away, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The hall was quiet for a while before everyone gradually came to their senses.

Although they didn't know exactly what had happened, it was clear to everyone that the white-robed bishop's attitude towards Su Yuntao had clearly lost the warmth he had shown when they first met.

In particular, his last remarks, while ostensibly upholding the rules, actually blocked both departments' attempts to recruit him.

What future can a small town chapel lord who has offended a white bishop have?

The branch hall stewards present all looked away. Some pretended to be looking down and flipping through files, while others pretended to tidy up their desks. Each of them was secretly plotting something.

The excitement of pride they felt earlier was gone from their gazes toward Su Yuntao; instead, there was an inexplicable pity and a subtle sense of alienation.

Su Yuntao stood in the center of the hall, watching the group disappear at the end of the street, his mind racing with thoughts.

Salas's words were quite insidious. On the surface, he was upholding the rules of the Spirit Hall, but in reality, he not only flawlessly rejected the recruitment of the two temple members, but also made his attitude quite clear in front of everyone: he did not want Su Yuntao to be promoted.

Although the two temple members acknowledged his strength, would the people behind them really offend a white-robed bishop for the sake of a Soul Master in his thirties?

Su Yuntao directly rejected this answer.

will not.

Although he had not personally experienced the factional struggles within the Spirit Temple, he knew that no one would turn against a promising White-Robed Bishop for the sake of a slightly outstanding Soul Master.

Even if they are already adversaries, they absolutely will not.

Because in their eyes, he doesn't deserve it!