System: Build My Own Territory-Chapter 835 - 265: Who Approves? Who Opposes? (1W)_4

Chapter 835: Chapter 265: Who Approves? Who Opposes? (1W)_4

Now, he only hoped that the three teams of fifty soldiers he sent out could bring him some surprises.

He did not expect these teams to capture hundreds of wild boars for him in a short time.

As long as each outing, like the last time, could bring back a dozen or so wild boars,

he would be satisfied.

With the passage of time and the reproduction of wild boars,

the number of wild boars in his territory would only increase.

Suppressing his thoughts, Lynn devoted himself entirely to construction.

...

Meanwhile, on the other side.

In Kakasong City.

Inside a completely white building.

Simo, dressed in a white robe with a cloak on his shoulders, walked down the tidy corridor.

Behind him was the ever-present Guard Commander, Samuel.

Turning past two corners, Simo arrived at a double wooden door, three to four meters high. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

At the door, two guards clad in the Church’s cross plate armor knowingly pushed open the wooden door.

Click~

The sound of the door opening.

Simo stepped into the meeting room behind the wooden door.

Inside the meeting room.

Upon hearing the sound of the door opening, those originally seated in wooden chairs all stood up.

They turned their bodies, slightly bowed, and greeted Simo with courtesy.

Simo passed through the crowd without words, his expression indifferent as he walked by.

Finally, he stood at the head seat of the conference table.

Through the Church’s transparent glazed glass, bright light poured in.

Simo’s gaze swept over each clergy member present.

After a few seconds,

Simo slightly opened his mouth, taking a breath.

An unending murmur came from his mouth;

"In the name of the God of Light, we gather here before the Lord."

"We pray the God of Light grants us wisdom and guidance, that in our ensuing discussions, we discern right from wrong, follow the will of the Lord, Amen!"

As Simo’s voice fell,

each clergy member responded in unison, "Amen!"

Simo then addressed the crowd, "Please, be seated."

At Simo’s instruction, those standing by the wooden chairs waited for Simo to be seated first,

only then did they dare to sit down.

Simo glanced over them again, "I believe you all know the topic of today’s meeting, correct?"

Upon hearing Simo’s words, a few clergy members seated away from the head seat looked puzzled.

Simo couldn’t help but furrow his brow and turned to the tall, thin man beside him.

"Father Igor, please explain the theme of this meeting to your colleagues."

The tall, thin man named by Simo immediately stood up.

He bowed slightly, expressing respect to Simo, then turned slightly to the others in a fan shape.

"Dear colleagues, the Lord Bishop has gathered us to discuss the theme of the meeting, which is..."

"The environmental impact of salt mining in Morgan Town, and the territorial ownership of Morgan Town."

Upon hearing Igor’s clear words, a sense of curiosity filled the faces of the clergy members.

"There is a mineable salt deposit in Morgan Town? That’s wonderful!"

"Indeed! With a salt mine, edible salt can be produced, jobs can be increased, and it can promote economic development in Morgan Town."

"It sounds good, but mining the salt deposit will certainly cause environmental damage..."

Simo, seated at the head, remained silent.

Instead, he listened quietly to their discussion.

"To promote economic development, some environmental destruction is inevitable, after all, everything has its pros and cons."

"That’s true, but if left unchecked, it will certainly invite disaster!"

"What disaster? As followers of the God of Light, with His blessing, we merely act according to His will."

"..."

Upon hearing the once-discussing group grow louder and more intense,

Simo couldn’t help but furrow his brow.

Igor, standing to the side, keenly observed Simo’s change in expression.

Igor immediately addressed the discussing group in a low voice.

"Colleagues, although the theme of this meeting is for discussion, shouldn’t we heed the Lord Bishop’s opinions?"

Previously agitated clergy members immediately closed their mouths.

From a distance, they nodded apologetically towards Simo, seated at the head.

After a approving glance at Igor, Simo addressed the assembly.

"May I ask, how long have you been with the District Church in Kakasong City?"

The assembly exchanged puzzled glances at these words.

Simo shifted his gaze directly to Igor.

Igor, equally puzzled, responded promptly, "Lord Bishop, it’s been fifteen years."

Simo said nothing, turning his gaze to the Deacon seated beside Igor.

The middle-aged Deacon immediately spoke, "Lord Bishop, ten years."

Simo’s gaze shifted again.

A somewhat nervous Priest responded, "Eight years, Lord Bishop."

"Seven years."

"Five years..."

Until he inquired about each major clergy member participating in the meeting.

Only then did Simo speak, "From when I was an Assistant Priest, joining the District Church in Kakasong City, twenty years have passed!"

"Therefore, I know better than you the past and present circumstances of the District Church in Kakasong City."

As they listened to Simo’s words, not a single clergy member dared utter a sound.

Even their breaths were subdued.

They simply watched intently, their eyes fixed on Simo at the head.

Simo continued, "In the past twenty years, the District Church in Kakasong City has faced the risk of dissolution three times."