Just as Ron told them to get up, suddenly, divine light appeared on the statues within the cult.
The dazzling divine light made it difficult for the worshippers outside to open their eyes, but a warm feeling also enveloped them.
Inside the inner sanctuary where the Pope received guests, divine light enveloped the two painters.
God saw these two.
At this moment, there was still an elderly pastor nearby.
The elderly pastor murmured to himself, his expression one of intense emotion, almost on the verge of tears.
"miracle!"
"A miracle has occurred!"
May God bless the world!
"..."
Later, several pastors all began reciting the doctrines of their own church, which were not Ron's brief doctrines, but those ordained by God.
After a long while, the divine light gradually dissipated.
The two artists below were confused, while Ron above had countless thoughts racing through his mind in an instant.
In the end, all that remained was a sigh: "God is everywhere."
"You two newly chosen ones, step forward!"
Like Ron back then, divine will always came suddenly, which must be because Ron's missionary plan had a profound influence on the calculations of the gods!
The goddess, confident in her divine intuition, perhaps out of trust in Ron, actually gave instructions to the two favored by the gods in advance.
From then on, these people were under the watchful eye of the gods, which made them relatively safer.
In the Abyss, even when Ron impersonated a chosen one of the evil gods, that fallen human was unwilling to attract the attention of the gods.
It signifies a layer of protection.
"The chosen ones?"
Kidd couldn't believe it. The water god he worshipped had chosen him as a chosen one. This... was unimaginable! It was truly... too much of a surprise.
As soon as the miracle occurred, many more true believers of the goddess appeared at the scene, and even fanatics emerged.
Orr, who was also a chosen one of God like Kidd, immediately became a fanatical follower of the goddess of music.
It's rare to receive divine attention, let alone become a person favored by the gods... Little did they know, Ron had refused even when facing the goddess back then!
Now that Pope Ron had arrived, seeing his two subordinates step forward, his thoughts became clear.
Anyway, it's all thanks to his boss's favor, so it's good. More and more people will want to become artists in the future, so Ron can often relieve his boredom with his paintings.
A smile crept onto my face without me even realizing it.
"Tell me, are you both believers in the goddess of water?"
Kid and Or stepped forward. Kid was a bard, while Or was a disillusioned merchant. After his business failed, he heard a song played by a missionary priest of the goddess of music, and from then on, Or became a believer of the goddess.
Kidd's reason was that he had received help from the priestess of the water goddess in the past.
Among the first batch of territorial painters, two were true believers of the goddess, so it was only natural that they were chosen as the favored ones of the gods.
God is everywhere.
"Your Holiness the Pope..."
"..."
Listening quietly, after the two finished speaking, Ron said, "Alright, I, the Pope, am aware of your experiences. Now that you have become favored by the goddess, you should serve her even more!"
"As the Pope commands."
"As the Pope commands!"
Ron then looked at the eighteen territory painters behind the two, and they all showed envious expressions, almost to the point of being jealous and resentful.
Ron couldn't help but smile. So what if he became a person favored by the gods? It's no big deal.
But when he spoke, Ron used a papal official tone: "The rest of the painters, you too have been watched by my god, and I only wish that from now on..."
With a single burst of energy, we managed to get through it.
However, the male and female artists below were even more excited, with some looking like old pastors with a holy expression.
The Pope said that they were also being watched by the gods, a tremendous honor...
Alright, business is business. Ron ignored their performance and went straight to their mission.
"You will all have the opportunity to become chosen ones in the future, as long as you complete the tasks assigned by this Pope well, such as the first edition of the comic book and the theme of the drawing competition..."
Pope Ron kept talking, and the people below listened with complete peace of mind, afraid of missing the chance to become God's chosen ones.
After death, one enters the kingdom of God, not the abyss!
The ultimate destination of all beings is known to everyone in the ancient world.
The name is bestowed after death, and it carries a Zen-like sense of genuine liberation from suffering.
for a long time.
Ron finished speaking.
"Did you understand?"
"Understood, Your Holiness!"
"..."
“Very good. Note that this is not limited to paintings that glorify the name of the gods. You can also create comic books on any subject matter, even those unrelated to goddesses... As long as the comic books are made famous, everyone here will have contributed.”
I'm afraid there won't be enough things to keep me entertained in the future, so I said that last sentence.
However, judging from their expressions, it seems that few people will listen to this last sentence.
Oh well, it doesn't matter if they're all comic books featuring the same goddess.
In the future, there will always be amateur artists who create art out of love. As long as more magic crystals are paid, there will be a surge in paintings for a period of time!
Seeing that everything was settled, Ron said, "You may all leave now and go to the territory office building to collect your documents."
Public officials' certificates, related painting tools, etc.
In fact, on the day of the test, Kidd only used a small amount of his own coloring materials, as Sandy had prepared everything he needed beforehand.
The group of people slowly withdrew.
However, several elderly pastors stayed behind.
Ron roughly guessed what they wanted to ask, and then said, "God is everywhere. Everything you do is under God's watchful eye. Anyone here could become a future God's chosen one. Now step back!"
"As you command, Your Holiness the Pope."
"..."
...
Ron started his journey back to the mansion, while Kidd hurried back to collect his documents and paperwork.
The uniforms are being rushed into production, as there are still a second and third batches of territory artists to prepare, so a lot of uniforms need to be made at once.
Sandy had enough magic crystals, so Ron's subordinates started focusing on increasing the quantity. Unfortunately, some magical techniques were not quite satisfactory.
Where there is demand, there will be motivation to invent.
Related magical technologies are under intensive research and development, for applications such as printing, clothing manufacturing, and vehicle manufacturing...
Kidd returned to the hotel with the relevant items.
He still wasn't used to staying in a church.
Those favored by the gods can actually live in the cult for free.
It is precisely because those favored by God are relatively few that today's miracles are all the more precious.
Upon entering the hotel, another group of people surrounded us.
People called him "Pastor" or "Your Excellency, Pastor"...
Hearing others speak so respectfully, Kidd couldn't help but feel a little smug.
He also started to have good luck in middle age.
Thank you, Goddess.
That evening, for some reason, he decided to bring out the painting he had submitted for the competition.
The paintings are private matters, and Ron will naturally have them brought to them after the final selection.
Sandy Territory's laws protect individual private property; this small detail is why Kidd initially trusted the territory's impartiality.
Having lived two lives, Ron would only consider the details better. Besides, there's Nika, the fox-woman steward, to fill in any gaps in his knowledge.
Under the magical amethyst lamp of the night inn, a purple light enveloped everything.
It seems that the image of the noble lady sitting regally at the table is somewhat different now.
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