The old priest left everything behind and came to the Federation to start a new life.
Nagalil was no longer the Nagalil of their era. Staying here would only get worse and worse. In the end, he might even be pulled out as a nail. It was better to leave early.
At least, he didn't come empty-handed. He also had a few tons of gold, which was enough for him to live a very good life here.
After chatting with Dragon, he walked to Lynch. Lynch reached out his hand, and the two shook hands, but it was obvious that their relationship was not as good as Dragon and the old priest.
At least they would hug, but Lynch only shook hands when he got married.
"What are you going to do with me?"
The old priest asked directly. He even looked around. "I don't think I've seen my child."
Lynch explained casually. "I've informed him. He's preaching today, so he'll come a little later. Before that, I'll take you around."
The old priest seemed to be relieved. Reka was his child, or so he thought.
There were about a dozen priests in the temple who called themselves his children. The way the local religion of Nagalil was passed down was very special.
They would go to various cities, towns, and villages to select Holy Maidens. These selected Holy Maidens would serve all the priests and high priests in the temple.
A few years after that, when they were twenty years old, these Holy Maidens would be sent home, if they were not pregnant.
If someone was pregnant, the child born would be the next priest candidate. These Holy Maidens would also be compensated by these children, but in the end, most of them would still have to leave the temple, for example, after the child grew up.
Because of the special nature of this inheritance, no one knew if a Holy Maiden's child was their own. So strictly speaking, they would not address each other as father and son, but as a religious identity.
But aside from this identity, everyone would more or less judge based on the appearance of the next priest when he grew up.
For example, the high priest's youngest son, Reka, felt that this youngest son looked very similar to himself when he was young, so he firmly believed that this was his real child.
He only sent Reka to the Federation. The other children stayed in the Federation and continued to work as priests.
When a person grew old, their beliefs and beliefs would be gone, and their desires and emotions would return. Naturally, they would want their children to stay by their side.
Hearing that Reka was preaching, The Old Priest was obviously very pleased. At least he was not doing nothing here.
It was good that he could preach and have something to do. Everyone needed something to rely on. He knew this better than anyone else.
As for the results of the preaching or the results of the work, it was not that important.
As he spoke, Lynch invited the old priest into the car. He wanted to take him around the city and let him settle down.
People like the old priest may come in handy at certain times. Coupled with his special identity, the security committee had been following him since the moment he boarded the ship in Najalil.
It was unlikely that he would live elsewhere. His sensitive identity was destined to only live in Bupenn, under the Federation's surveillance.
The old priest had long been mentally prepared for the prosperity of the Federation, but obviously those preparations were not enough. He could not really come here and experience the life here. He would never understand why some people were willing to abandon everything and even their families to live in the Federation.
"I have deposited your gold in the bank …" Sitting in the car, Lynch talked about the gold ingots sent by the old priest.
The Najalil religion worshipped gold. So from the royal family to the commoners who could not afford to eat, they were willing to sell their children in exchange for money to buy gold tools and offer them to the gods.
The purpose of doing so was not that pure. Only by doing so, the gods would let them reincarnate well. In the end, it was for themselves.
This also allowed the priests in various places to have an astonishing number of gold products in their hands. Lynch's manager, Asr's family opened a chemical reagent factory to extract gold.
They would mix gold powder and paint together in the temple and brush it on the surface of the utensils as gold, which was also the lowest grade gold utensils.
They would extract gold from them and then sell it to the people. Their business had never stopped for even a day because of a lack of supply!
Lynch had seen the old priest's collection. It was a pile of various gold utensils that were piled up like a small mountain.
They were casually beaten up and piled up together. It was impressive and unforgettable.
Now the price of a ton of gold in the international market had exceeded two million. The old priest's family had a little more than fifteen million.
This amount of money, no matter which country it was in, could be said to be very rich.
Hearing Lynch talk about the gold, the old priest's attention returned to the car. He looked at Lynch and waited for him to continue.
"The people of the Federation also like gold, but they don't use it as currency. I helped you convert the gold into cash according to the current gold price and deposited it in a bank account."
"Do you want me to explain to you what a bank account is?"
The old priest smiled and shook his head. "I understand. Don't treat me as if I don't know anything. I know these things!"
Lynch took out a certificate from his pocket and handed it over. "This is an account certificate. You can use this to change the contents of your account at any gold bank."
"You also have to rely on this to make cash checks and transfer checks from the bank. In the Federation, checks are very important."
The old priest was a little curious. He actually had some questions, but he didn't ask.
His identity had allowed him to play the role of an omniscient and omnipotent agent all these years. He was the incarnation of God in the human world. Everyone could be confused and have things they didn't understand, but he couldn't.
These things were difficult to change in a short period of time. He had to adapt.
After walking around, everyone had a meal in the restaurant. It was obvious that the old priest wasn't used to using knives and forks and eating at the table. Mr. Dragon was completely used to it.
He was more like a member of the Federation than a member of the Federation because he was rich. Being rich in the Federation meant that everything was right, and he was exactly that kind of person.
Occasionally, he would tell the old priest some interesting stories about life here, and also some trivial things in life. Overall, he was helping Lynch to calm the old priest down.
After the meal, Lynch sent the old priest back to meet his son. Before the old priest left the car, Lynch took his hand.
"Don't tell your son how much money you have. At least don't tell him right away. Do you understand what I mean?"
The old priest was stunned for a moment. His eyes suddenly became sharp, but soon seemed to become cloudy again.
He nodded. "I'm not stupid …" After a moment of silence, he said, "Thank you for reminding me."
Lynch let go of his hand. "You're very cooperative. I treat you as my friend. The way I treat friends is different from the way I treat enemies. You'll understand what I mean."
"Call me if there's anything …"
After Lynch said goodbye, the car slowly left the villa area. The old priest standing by the side had a slightly strange expression. He touched the bracelet on his wrist. It was given to him by his "father" when he was in his twenties.
As soon as he opened the door, he heard Reka's voice. "Welcome, father!"
He was wearing a … very strange outfit. The cuffs and collar were tightly pressed together. It was slightly lighter than pure black and had a hint of green. This made him look like a very serious person, and also quite mature.
The old priest smiled and hugged him. Then, the old priest saw more people in the room.
"Let me introduce you. These are my good friends, and at the same time, they are also the people of God. They have been looking forward to meeting you."
There were more than ten people in the room. These people were very young, male and female. There was something in their eyes that the old priest was very familiar with. It was a kind of fanaticism.
This kind of fanaticism existed in the eyes of the believers of Najaril, and even in the eyes of the old priest for a long time.
Some people thought that this was their devotion, but in fact, it was not, at least not completely.
Their devotion was only to the God in the illusion, and their indifference. The old priest knew this better than anyone else. They were poisoned!
There were many magical things in nature, and these things were hallucinogenic.
The incense in the native religion of Najaril had these ingredients. The reason why each generation of high priests was the core of the inheritance was because of the incense.
Their special incense allowed people to see God, hear what God said to them, and feel the greatness of God.
But at the end of the day, every high priest knew very well that their fanatical desire to see God again was actually to bathe in the incense and play with the little people in the incense.
After a simple greeting, Reka sent the old priest to the second floor.
Later, after the people downstairs left, Reka found The Old Priest who was watching TV.
The old priest's ability to adapt to his new life was much higher than Lynch had imagined. At least he knew how to turn on the TV and find what he wanted to watch.
Was it easy?
No, at least 37% of the people in the Federation could not use the remote control properly. This was not a simple matter!
"It's good to see you. Is everything over there over?"
Reka walked in, sat on the chair, and asked casually as if he was just chatting.
The old priest lowered the volume and nodded. "Everything is over."
Reka nodded. He did not know how to continue, but in the end, he asked, "Did you come empty-handed?"
After he said it, he felt that it was too blunt and immediately added, "I mean, did you bring anything else?"