Hearing Taylor's words, the original elf Thrandir put down the quill in his hand and gently raised his head.

He smiled slightly:

"Thanks for your hard work."

The voice is mellow and nice, and the smile is as bright as spring.

That handsome and foul-like appearance, coupled with such a sunny smile, even if Taylor is sure where he is going, he can't help but his heart is almost half a beat...

The last time he asked him to do this was the first time he saw the goddess' statue.

Hell, is this the terrible thing about the original royal family?

Taylor couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

"How, how many believers can participate in the semi-plane now?"

Thrandir asked gently.

Taylor's expression was solemn.

He cleared his throat, took away his gaze, took out a small book from his arms, and recited:

"Mr. Thrandir, as of today, the half plane has called on nearly 130,000 living believers to attend the ceremony, of which the level of faith has reached the level of piety, about 20,000 people."

"Of the 20,000 devout believers, 1,244 passed the test under the Goddess's crown, and initially purified their bloodlines and became half-elves; 106 passed the second test and became real elves."

"Nearly half of all believers are concentrated in Seges, while the rest are distributed among the surrounding cities and villages."

"At present, the number of believers is still increasing rapidly, and the speed is getting faster and faster. Although it has weakened due to the departure of the chosen ones in recent days, it is still rapid. There are more than 500 people who register every day alone..."

"The first group of tribe members who passed the test of the goddess' crown have already carried out in-depth teachings on potential believers under the guidance of their mentors, and the subsequent blood purification will be smoother."

"In one month, the number of believers who passed the first test is expected to exceed 3,000, while the number of believers who passed the second test is expected to exceed 500..."

“However, the increase in new devouts has fallen into a bottleneck and may take more time.”

The missionary work of the semi-plane was still very smooth, especially after the priesthood grew stronger and stronger.

Unfortunately, the thousand-year isolation and the fall of the Creation Church made the residents of the Oros half-plane not have a strange obsession with faith like the Seges world.

The faith transformation here is not as fast as the main plane. Even if millions of residents become unbelievers, they rarely accept faith instantly. Most people will only become believers after a certain amount of preaching, and it is even more difficult to become devout believers.

Of course, the benefits are also obvious.

The beliefs of these millions of people will sooner or later be Eve's.

After hearing Taylor's answer, Thrandir nodded with satisfaction:

"Very good, this progress is much faster than I thought."

He paused, picked up the nectar tea produced by the God-Choice on the desk, took a sip, and asked again:

“How is the work of the altar?”

Taylor responded respectfully:

"All the altars have been built and checked twice, and now the third time is checked. In addition, the statue of the god under the goddess' crown has been placed and has been prayed and blessed."

"Not bad! It's worthy of being the first half-plane tribe to purify your bloodline. Taylor, you've done a good job! This number has exceeded the church's expectations."

Thrandir appreciated.

Taylor smiled embarrassedly, then painted a symbol of the scepter of life on his chest with a devout expression:

"Everything...is for the Goddess's crown!"

Then, he asked again:

"Sir Thrandir, what should we do next?"

Thrandil pondered for a moment and said:

"Waiting for the oracle under the Goddess' crown, and continuing to promote the Goddess' faith, so that more companions can join us."

"Haha, don't worry about preaching. It's like snowballing. If we do well in the early stage, the subsequent work will be smoother and smoother."

"Next, let's report the situation here to Lord Zero first."

"Tell Lord Zero? Do you need me to go there?"

Taylor asked.

Thrandil shook his head:

"Need not."

He turned around, patted the elf girl beside him, and said with a tilted ear:

"Go and call the chosen ones outside."

The elf little loli nodded, then ran out of the side hall with a dada.

After a while, Taylor saw a group of green-eyed chosen people rushing in...

"Sir Thrandir, do you have a task to do?"

"What do I need to do? I'm very quick to do things!"

"Sir Thrandil, you are so handsome! Please ask for a task! You can do anything! I won't pick it!"

They chattered and soon surrounded Thrandir's desk.

What's more, he even started to touch his feet...

Taylor:...

Hey hey hey hey!

That female chosen one, you are almost leaning on Lord Thrandir!

And that female warrior, what are your hands doing?!

He twitched the corners of his mouth and couldn't bear to look at it.

The chosen one is good.

It is because after spending a long time with them and knowing their true face, the image collapsed significantly.

These guys were serious when preaching, and each of them seemed to be covered with the halo of the saints.

Of course, it was not until later that Taylor realized that it was the light effect of the chosen ones...

When they mentioned the task, their image would be instantly reversed and they turned into dog licking...

Not only that, the chosen ones are all completely controlled by face.

Well...face control.

The word Taylor heard them say.

He agrees very much with this.

The only one who can make the female chosen ones so crazy is probably Thrandir in the entire Elf Forest...

But Thrandir seemed to be accustomed to the chosen one.

He quietly avoided the players' ready-to-move hands and smiled slightly.

Then, he said to one of the female players:

"Miss Momozi, right? I have a task that I can entrust to you?"

Seeing the sight of Thrandir, the female chosen man was stunned and then ecstatic:

"When...of course! I do!"

The other chosen ones looked disappointed and cast envious and jealous eyes on the players whose ID is Momozi.

Thrandil nodded and said gently:

"Then please pass these messages to Lord Zero with your chosen ones' contact information."

After saying that, he motioned for Taylor.

Taylor was stunned at first, but soon suddenly realized that he handed the documents he had just sorted to the female chosen one.

The player Momozi looked happy and saluted Thrandil, then left surrounded by other players.

From afar, her excited voice came:

"Did you hear it just now? My husband actually knows my name! Ahhhhhh! He knows my name!"

And... the complaints of other chosen ones:

"It's obviously everyone's husband!"

"I know... I know... I know the emperor has turned your brand..."

Taylor:...

Of course, there is also envy and curiosity:

“Awesome…”

"Do you have a higher likelihood?"

"What is written on the file? Open it quickly and see! Is it hidden the plot?"

Taylor:...

After all the Selected Ones left, Thrandil looked at the two elves loli beside him and said gently:

"Did you see it? When you have something to do, you can hand it over to the chosen one, especially in this kind of message delivery."

"The chosen one has the ability to talk remotely. Telling them about the message can achieve the effect of 'equivalent twice with half the effort'."

"Well, 'get twice the result with half the effort', this is the ancient saying of the chosen people's hometown. The general meaning is to use only half of the effort, and the double effect is achieved, with less force and greater effect."

Listening to Thrandir's words, the two elves nodded constantly, with a serious and admiration.
To be continued...