The Necromancer's Church Management Manual

Chapter 27 A Famous Figure

Selena tugged at Garr's sleeve, her expression full of tension.

Gar was momentarily flustered, but he quickly recovered.

He had indeed strayed from the plan by being led astray by Magnus, but there was no need for him to struggle to climb out immediately. Instead, he gestured for everyone to be quiet by pointing his palm down.

Then, he joked, "Your Excellency, I don't have that much ability. You're flattering me. I only managed to organize this sermon thanks to the help of Boss Melison."

He said with a hint of helplessness, "So this honorary title of head priest is really too much of an honor for me. Why don't you revise the rules and provide a few more pots of porridge? That would be much more practical than having me manage it directly. What do you think, Your Excellency the Archbishop?"

Garr's trip was forced upon him, and at present, his priority is survival rather than expanding the church's influence.

However, after he countered Magnus's question, the man turned his back to the crowd and looked at Gal. Instantly, his expression turned cold, and he whispered in Gal's ear:

"You'd better promise me that this world will not give the weak a chance to survive."

"Then what are you afraid of? You could have killed me from a hidden corner. Why are you praising me like this?" Garr remained unmoved, his calmness terrifying. He looked at Magnus with piercing eyes and spoke in a voice only the two of them could hear:

"Or do you mean you also know about the will?"

Magnus's eyes widened subconsciously, but quickly returned to normal. Gard, however, caught this fleeting change in expression and understood.

As expected, he already knew about the will beforehand, which is why he used this preaching ceremony to try to flatter him and bring the Church of Light and the Temple of War together.

The church management manual suddenly felt a burning sensation, causing Garr to subconsciously take a few steps toward Selena, but the scorching temperature quickly dissipated.

Magnus was also somewhat angry. How dare this mere ant provoke him to his face? He wished he could have the Templars kill this guy on the spot.

But he quickly realized that this guy probably knew about the late king's will, which was why he set up a missionary ceremony for the Church of Light here. That way, when news of the will reached Black Dusk City, he could be instantly elevated to prominence and rise to the top.

He is a smart person with his own ulterior motives, and he can make quick judgments even under such high pressure.

Magnus nodded in satisfaction. Since he was a smart man, there was no need to resort to such low-level tactics.

Thinking of this, Magnus turned to look at the masses, still wearing that hypocritical smile:

"It seems that Bishop Gar of the Church of Light has lofty ambitions and is unwilling to be bound by my Temple of War! Very well! From now on, the Temple of War will distribute extra wheat porridge, which will be distributed at the entrance of the Church of Light, as a form of sponsorship from the Temple of War to the Church of Light!"

Seeing Magnus's change in attitude, Gar breathed a slight sigh of relief. According to what Magnus was saying, he seemed to be prepared to achieve a win-win situation with him, which was a good thing for Gar. Having a cooperative relationship with a power was always safer than facing several major powers alone.

"So there really is extra porridge?" one of the refugees asked.

"Yes, there is. It's the Church of Light at No. 19 Church Lane outside the city of Darkmoon City. You can come there every morning to complete your morning prayers and receive food," Gar said with a kind smile to the refugees.

For a moment, the refugees below the stage erupted in deafening cheers. Magnus put his hands behind his back, walked off the stage, and returned to his seat.

Meleson, sitting on the balcony, looked gloomy.

He had learned from Smithson that Gal's solution was to provoke Magnus and then drag him down with him. Although he thought it was a simple matter, he had made ample preparations.

Just moments ago, Garr and Magnus were exchanging barbs, and Melessen thought everything was under control. How come the two of them suddenly reconciled after whispering to each other?

Moreover, Garr gained the affection of the refugees, which would likely lead to the growth of the Church of Light.

This completely contradicts Meleson's original intention to see the Church of Light suppressed by the Temple of War.

Why is that?

How could Magnus, that old miserly Magnus, be so generous as to provide food to Gal? What kind of cooperation agreement did they reach?

He couldn't understand it for a moment, but felt that the performance was unsatisfactory.

The God of Death would surely be displeased with such a poor performance.

With that thought, Melesen drew the exquisite dagger from his waist and ran his fingers along the blade engraved with the Alpha symbol.

"Boss Meleson, I don't know why they suddenly changed their plans." Smithson's face turned pale when he saw Meleson's actions, and he knelt on the ground.

"The information we overheard yesterday is absolutely correct, boss! They changed their minds at the last minute... Yes, it must have been them who changed their minds at the last minute!"

Claude also knelt down, silencing Smithson's rambling.

He knew that the boss would stroke the dagger before each murder, and now that he had suddenly pulled it out, it meant they were going to die.

"Boss, please forgive us and give us another chance. We will definitely nip the Church of Light in the bud."

"Last chance, Claude." Melison glanced at the two of them and said calmly, "You're a smart man too. Keep Smithson in check. Next, you two need to damage the Church of Light's image among the refugees while ensuring Gar Hawke's survival."

"Your orders are etched in our hearts, and we will fulfill our mission!" Claude bowed his head and swore an oath.

"Get out!"

Claude pulled the flustered Smithson away from the balcony.

Garr was surprised that his presentation went so smoothly, with Melessen never confronting him throughout.

However, he didn't think much of it and delivered his prepared speech in a moving way, so that the people below the stage could believe in the God of Light he believed in.

This is an anchor point, intended so that when people mention the God of Light, the first thing that comes to mind is the image of the God of Light's gentleness, and that is enough.

After all, these refugees came here simply to find food. Proclaiming church doctrine wouldn't be of much benefit to the evangelistic service.

Next, as time goes on, simply have them pray before meals to subtly influence their faith in the God of Light.

After finishing his sermon, he breathed a slight sigh of relief and stepped down from the wooden platform.

The refugees began to take food from a nearby cart full of bread, their eyes filled with hope.

Because they knew that they wouldn't have to risk their lives fighting for that scarce amount of wheat porridge anymore.

If they can get through this winter, they may be able to return to their former happy life.

"Looks like things are settled?"

Selena accompanied Gar out of the inner city and back to the Church of Light.

"Yes, the matter is now settled."

Looking at the small church in front of him, Gar felt as if he had been transported to another world. He had been busy for the past two days preparing for this evangelistic ceremony, but it had passed very easily. In fact, Gar had benefited from the misfortune and greatly enhanced the church's reputation.

Garr took out the church's management manual and turned to the title page.

The Church of Light has spread widely throughout the Kingdom of Slo, and faith levels have increased.

[Church name: Bright Church]

[Faith Level: Lv2]

Church Reputation: 10242 (Distinguished)

Total number of believers: 203

[Blessed by Faith:]

【1. Illumination Lv2】

【2. Light Healing Technique Lv2】

【3. Light Barrier Lv1】

【4. Light Orb Spell Lv1】

【5. Light Domain Awareness Lv1】