Chapter 283 Bishop

With a calm face, Nuo's voice echoed in the temple. Around him, no one from the church's senior leaders expressed doubts or objections.

This is not just because of Nuo's reputation and status, but because everyone present does not think there is any problem with this. A long time ago, Nuo had expounded similar views to them more than once, and now he has implemented them personally.

What's more, even if you don't consider these, there is no simple and easy way to eternal life under today's objective conditions.

Nuo can do it because his piety and merit are recognized by angels, and they are willing to give him eternal life, but this does not mean that others also have this honor. As for the means of witchcraft - it can indeed delay lifespan to a certain extent, but eternity is still a distant proposition for it.

The reason is actually not complicated. The initial witchcraft was compiled by Ryan from a high-level perspective, and later it was studied bit by bit by Hecate. These two beings who were most likely to create a method of immortality through witchcraft did not study the 'method of immortality'. Road's plan, because they simply don't have the need. In contrast, human beings' own level of witchcraft is obviously not enough to overcome this difficulty.

Maybe it can be done in the future, but that is destined to be a very distant future. For most people, if there is a high probability that they will never have the opportunity to see something, then they will naturally not strongly object to it.

Of course, in addition to the above objective factors, the most critical point is that as believers, the top leaders of these churches do not think death is something worth fearing.

The reincarnation of all spirits is one of the powers of God. Some people even met Eunomia who came to the human world with Nuo. In this case, there is no unknown, and naturally there is no fear.

"Very good," Nuo smiled and nodded while sitting in the wheelchair. He was not surprised by their reaction: "It seems that at this point, you all agree with my proposition."

"You are a prophet and teacher who has received divine enlightenment. No matter what your proposition is, we will recognize it."

In front of Nuo, a woman who looked to be in her thirties said.

Of course, she is actually over a hundred years old, but the bloodline from the water elves in the residents of Silvermoon City greatly slows down the rate of aging. Even though this speed varies from person to person, with only a handful of people able to enjoy a life of more than three to five hundred years, the average life span is far twice as long as that of similar people.

"No one is right all the time, Alma. I just learn some lessons from past history."

Regarding the students' respect, Nuo shook his head helplessly. In fact, in his heart, the respect of the people around him was one of the reasons that really prompted him to choose death.

It had been too long since anyone in Silvermoon City was willing to question him, as if everything he did was right, but Nuo himself didn't think so. No one is always right except the All-Knowing One, and in his view, this excessive reverence is likely to evolve to another level.

Prometheus is a clear example of this. Although Nuo himself respected the creator of bronze humans, he actually did not approve of the other person's handling of some matters.

"Okay, the next step is the arrangements after my death."

Nuo shook his head slightly. Perhaps because he was nearing the end of his life, Nuo's thinking was a little divergent, but when he came back to his senses, he still said everything he had decided in advance in an organized manner:

"Silvermoon City needs a new pope. He will inherit my position, communicate with the messenger of the Lord, and guide the future direction of Silvermoon City. This is also the most important reason why I summoned you today."

"You want this position because not only is it closer to God, but each of you has different opinions. Some of you want to maintain the status quo, some of you think that some actions of wizards should be restricted; some of you want to They are exploring wilderness on land, and some are setting their sights on the sea.”

"This is not just your idea alone. There are many people who agree with you. Some of them are for themselves, and some of them are also for the future of Silvermoon City. So you are all waiting for my decision. , because whoever I choose means that I agree with his ideas, and before today, I have never made any judgment on your opinions.”

"Yes, teacher." said a middle-aged man who looked more like a warrior than a priest: "We have argued in front of you many times, and we have all expressed our opinions. But none of us has convinced anyone. , after all, our wisdom is not enough to make a decision that everyone agrees with. Only you can do this, so we are waiting for your ruling."

"No, Damian, I can't do it. Just because you think I'm right doesn't mean that the choice I made is really the right one. And the reason why I haven't made a decision is because I can't make a definite decision either. judge."

"Just like you, if I asked you to give up your plan, would you really be convinced?"

"...I will follow your orders. You must have seen a future that I haven't seen yet."

Standing in front of Nuo, the man named Damian still said respectfully.

Shaking his head slightly, Nuo knew it would be such a result.

The debate among the people present has been going on for a long time, and he also knows why there has been no result. Not only because each of them insists on their own opinions, but also because no one has obviously higher prestige or ability than others.

Silvermoon City has been peaceful for too long. They have no external enemies, no difficulties, no natural disasters. Under such circumstances, naturally no one can do something that will convince the vast majority of people. So they can never reach a consensus by themselves.

But as Nuo said, he didn't know who was right. He never thought of himself as a 'prophet', nor did he think he could see farther than everyone else. So looking at the few people standing quietly in front of him, Nuo made a thorough decision.

If you can't get a result by guessing, let reality verify the truth. Fortunately, for Silvermoon City, which has been peaceful for so many years, they have enough ability to support this.

"Your argument has no result, and I don't intend to make a decision arbitrarily. But I still support your different opinions."

"It's a good thing to have objections, and the Lord also prefers changes and differences. So my final decision is not to establish the position of the Pope for the time being."

After the voice fell, Nuo clearly saw the surprised faces of several people, but no one directly objected, because they could see that Nuo still had something to say.

"Reality is more powerful than words. Each of you has supporters of your own opinions. In this case, let you verify it yourself."

"If you want to expand outward, I allow you to lead those who are willing to follow you to conquer the ocean and the wilderness. If you still stay in Silvermoon City, then stay here and form a council. Only decisions that are agreed by the majority can be implemented."

"When I leave, there will be no such "mountain" to prevent you from verifying your own ideas. When everything comes to fruition, the person with the highest achievement will be the next Pope."

"You are not the mountain that blocks us."

Bending slightly, Damian corrected first without being happy that his ideas could be partially implemented. And Nuo just smiled at this. He knew that the other party had never had a sense of humor.

"Then let's do it. Use your ability to determine the result-I believe you will not hinder each other, and those who stay in Silvermoon City will not prohibit those who leave from coming back, right?"

"Of course, we are always one."

Someone said, and Nuo nodded. He believed what they said.

"Very good, then everything will be done according to this. Since one of you wants to build a town alone in the wilderness, it is not so appropriate to still call him 'priest'."

"How about calling someone who advocates missionary affairs 'bishop'? Depending on the specific affairs, a prefix can be added in front of it."

No one objected, so another thing was decided. However, when the final decision was made, Nuo's face showed a little fatigue that could not be suppressed. For a dying man, he did too much.

As a person who has been in charge of Silver Moon City for so many years, Nuo certainly has a lot of things to explain, but those have been completed long ago.

Now, Nuo, who has completely relaxed, leans back in his chair and closes his eyes slightly. No one disturbed him, they just waited quietly, and after a long time, Nuo, who seemed to have recovered some spirit, opened his eyes again.

"You all go out."

Raising his hand slightly, Nuo said calmly:

"Let me stay here alone and go through the last journey."

There was silence for a while, and then the footsteps came from near to far. With the sound of the door closing, the inside and the outside were separated.

Nuo leaned on his wheelchair, thinking about his final decision.

There was another reason why he did not directly designate the next pope, because he did not want the future pope to always be designated by the previous generation.

When facing a major crisis, a strong leader is the best choice to deal with everything. But in times of peace and stability, more people talking will delay the implementation of many things, but it can also avoid the worst results.

Nuo cannot guarantee that every leader of Silver Moon City in the future will be wise and powerful, so it is better to let more people speak - he can already imagine that even if the new pope wins in the end, the bishops who once competed with him will never be without a say. There should be no more leaders like Nuo who have the final say, and every decision they make must be supported by others.

"Well... the result that most people can accept is definitely not the best, but it is definitely not the worst."

"What happens next is what I don't understand."

Mumbling to himself, the voice echoed endlessly in the empty hall. But Nuo seemed to have discovered something, and he turned his head slightly.

In a corner of the hall, a familiar old friend has been standing for a long time. He holds a slate in his hand and is carving something on it.

Without using any tools, the traces of his fingertips leave marks on the stone. And watching this scene, Nuo couldn't help but smile.

He heard the other party talk about this matter. In ancient times, the other party also used the same way to bid farewell to another friend of his.

"You only called the priests, but didn't let the wizards of the White Tower come together. It seems that you still have some opinions about them in your heart."

Nuo heard the other party ask this, and he answered casually:

"Logically speaking, I should say this: I have met them yesterday, and today I am only dealing with internal affairs of the church, which has nothing to do with them-but to be honest, I have no opinion on them, but I just see that they probably won't be with us forever."

"The witchcraft in Silvermoon City will not disappear, and the church and wizards will not become enemies, but I don't think they will stay here forever, especially the most capable ones."

"They have their pursuits. Although I don't understand them very well, I understand them a little bit."

Leaning back in the chair, feeling the last vitality slipping away bit by bit, Nuo did not see any angels that suddenly descended. But he was not surprised by this, because when they last met, he took the initiative to ask for a "normal death".

"That's it, I have done enough, and the rest is for the later ones."

"Maybe a thousand years later, when someone steps into this temple again, they will talk about me and the first generation of prophets who died here."

"To be honest, ahem, in fact, although I don't think I am very wise, to be honest, I quite like the title of 'prophet'. At first, I was a little happy when I heard people talking about it..."

The voice became lower and lower, and the eyes were no longer bright. Standing in the corner of the temple, the person who engraved the stone slab watched this scene quietly, and then gave a heartfelt affirmation.

"Your experience will become an epic, yes. A thousand years from now, people will still be singing your history, and ten thousand years from now, you will be worshipped as a myth."

"Haha, myth... just like you..."

"... That sounds really good..."

The sound gradually became undetectable until there was no movement at all. The next moment, a huge bell rang in Silvermoon City.

Although no one saw it with their own eyes, everyone knew that the prophet was dead and he returned to the arms of God. And his era also ended from then on.