Chapter 283 Bishop

With a calm face, Nuo's voice echoed in the temple. And around him, many church leaders did not express doubts or objections.

This is not just because of Nuo's reputation and status, but the people present themselves do not think there is any problem with this. A long time ago, Nuo had expressed similar views to them more than once, and now he has implemented it in person.

Moreover, even if these are not considered, there is no simple and easy way to immortality under the current objective conditions.

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

As for the reason, it is actually not complicated. The original witchcraft was compiled by Ryan from a high-level perspective, and later it was studied bit by bit by Hecate. The two most likely to create a way to immortality with witchcraft did not intend to study the "road to immortality" because they had no need for it at all. In contrast, the level of human 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 they have a high probability of never seeing something, then they will naturally not strongly oppose it.

Of course, in addition to the above objective factors, there is also the most critical point, that is, as a believer, the top leaders of these churches do not think that death is something to be afraid of.

The reincarnation of all souls is one of the powers of God. Some people have even seen Eunomia who came to the world with Nuo. In this case, there is no unknown, and naturally there will be no fear.

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

"You are a prophet who has received divine revelation, teacher, no matter what your proposition is, we will agree."

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

Of course, she is actually more than a hundred years old, but the blood of the water elves in the bodies of the residents of Silver Moon City has greatly slowed down the speed of aging. Even though this speed varies from person to person, only a very small number of people can enjoy a life span of more than three to five hundred years, but on average they can have a life span that is much longer than their peers by twice as long.

"No one is always right, Alma, I just learned some lessons from past history."

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

No one in Silver Moon City has been willing to question him for too long, as if everything he did was right, but Nuo himself did not think so. Except for the omniscient, no one is always right, and in his opinion, this excessive respect is likely to evolve to another level.

Prometheus is a clear example. Although Nuo himself respects the creator of the bronze human, he actually does not approve of the other party's way of handling some things.

"Okay, next is the arrangement after my death."

He shook his head slightly. Perhaps because he was near the end of his life, Nuo's thoughts were a little scattered, but when he came back to his senses, he still said everything that had been decided in advance in an orderly manner:

"Silvermoon City needs a new pope, who will inherit my position, communicate with the Lord's messenger, 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 it is not only closer to God, but each of you has your own different opinions. Some of you want to maintain the status quo, some think that some behaviors of wizards should be restricted; some want to open up the wilderness on land, and some have set their sights on the sea."

"It's not even just your idea. There are many people who agree with you around each of you. Some of them are for themselves, and some are also for the future of Silvermoon City. So you are all waiting for my decision, because whoever I choose, It means that I agree with his idea. Before today, I have never made any judgment on your opinions. "

"Yes, teacher." A middle-aged man who looks more like a warrior than a priest said: "We have argued in front of you many times, and we have expressed our opinions. But none of us convinced each other. 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 decision. "

"No, Damian, I can't do it. You think I am right, but it doesn't mean that the choice I make is really right. And the reason why I haven't made a decision is because I can't make a definite judgment. "

"Just like you, if I ask you to give up your plan, will 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 called Damian still said respectfully.

Shaking his head slightly, Nuo knew that this would be the result.

The debate among the people present had been going on for a long time, and he knew why there had been no conclusion. It was not only because each of them insisted on his own opinion, but also because no one had a prestige or ability that was obviously higher 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 himself said, he didn't know who was right. He never thought of himself as a 'prophet', nor did he think that 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 obviously 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 sound 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.