556 I Love Studying (1/2)
”That was excellent preaching just now,” Shi Dong told Ye Qingxuan on the stage. ”You are gifted as a bishop. You really don't want to join the Church? I can guarantee that you will be the one that will probably sit on the throne of the Pope among all cardinal bishops by the time when you are 50. You may be the one to provide the flesh body of the next King Red.”
”Spare me. I'm not interested in digging out my brain and soaking it in a jar.” Ye Qingxuan shook his head. ”Is it really possible to finish with a month?”
”Yes, if we build a simple one. We can upgrade it in the future,” Shi Dong answered. ”We lack too many instruments here. That will save us a lot of trouble. And I think there was something you didn't tell him: without maintenance and upgrading after it's built, what he'll have will be the shell of a ship with the main artillery.”
”We'll have them, all of them.” Ye Qingxuan smiled. ”What's more, we are a family now that you've signed the contract, so you may save those fake manners. There should be no one who will question the validity of the contract of the Religious Court of Inquisitors, right?”
”Ehhh… I can picture now in my head what you will turn the Religious Court into.” Heaving a sigh, Shi Dong turned around. ”Please follow me. There's much for you to learn.”
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Ten minutes later, in the dungeon.
Sitting behind the huge desk piled with books and files and staring at the mountains of documents and files, Ye Qingxuan was shocked.
”Wait, what're all those things about?” asked Ye Qingxuan.
”Besides the abilities of a musician, it requires a lot more skill and ability to be a qualified Grand Inquisitor.”
An old man in a wheelchair came forward and said, ”We'll conduct special training for you next. The training covers, besides basic skills to handle official documents and files, the common strategies to handle things and codes, the hidden agents and information channels in other countries.”
A young-looking man who smelt like corpse came up to him and said, ”I will teach you the 147 special music movements of the Religious Court of Inquisitors, from the basic level to the Saint level, and special skills and techniques of the purifying musicians.”
A bald man who had more than half of his body turned into iron, and, judging from the fleshy part of his body, was a little more than 40 years old, came forward and said, ”I'm the leader of the fourth generation of the Knights of the Witch's Hammer. I'll teach you the art of fencing. You will have one class lasting one hour every day. After the training, you may have some fighting skills which you don't have now.”
”Ehh…”Ye Qingxuan wanted to say something, but more old men came up.
”I'm the third intelligence officer of the Religious Court of Inquisitors. I'll…”
”I'm…”
”I'm…”
A crowd of old men came to him and introduced themselves. Ye Qingxuan almost fainted. ”Wait for a moment! The schedule is filled with more than 20 hours of training classes every day! When do I sleep?”
Bang! A bottle of crystal green alchemy medication was put on the desk.
”The Dream of Emerald, the best reviving medication ever.” Another big-nosed old man with an odd smell gave a weird smile and said, ”It's also the alchemy product I'm most proud of. One bottle of this will save you a week of sleep.”
”What about after one week?”