Chapter 103: The Sun God

At the Sun God Cult's construction site, the Believers were working busily in the heat. Feng Buxi grabbed a basin of water and drank it desperately; the work was truly too exhausting. Although he could tell that the temple being built so quickly was itself blessed with some Transcendental Power, it was still too hard for the workers.

It was mainly because they were not getting enough to eat, so every Believer was a bit listless. If not for their faith supporting them, they would never have been able to complete their heavy daily tasks.

"Time to eat, time to eat!" A Believer who looked a bit dirty walked over, holding a rolling pin that also looked a bit dirty. "Everyone, get to the backyard to eat. You're in luck today; everyone gets a piece of fruit."

Hearing "fruit," Feng Buxi stood up in a hurry. He didn't want to eat lunch here at all, but there was almost nowhere in Tana City that sold fruit now, so if he could eat it, why wouldn't he?

At worst, he could just go back to the dormitory and eat bread later.

Following a group of people to the backyard, they found that radishes were already being stewed. The white radishes gave off a peculiar, earthy, raw smell; the scent was not very pleasant.

Besides that, there were those strange-looking fruits.

This fruit was orange-yellow and looked a bit like an apple on the outside, but it smelled like rubber or some other chemical substance.

Feng Buxi soon received his own piece of fruit and then picked up a bowl of radish soup to drink.

These things certainly couldn't guarantee that a person would be full.

The orange-yellow apple didn't taste like much, but it was quite filling after eating it.

So much so that Feng Buxi didn't even want to eat the bread and could only bite the bullet and finish the bowl of radish soup.

Believe it or not, with this combination, he really wasn't hungry at all.

By this time, everyone had almost finished eating. The followers who had been hungry for many days were thrilled, and a few of them were even excitedly giving thanks for the Sun God's Gift.

The Sun God's Gift?

Feng Buxi looked at the fruit core in his hand with some confusion. Most things in this world were the same as in the modern world. Due to the developed logistics of the modern world, even if he hadn't eaten some fruits, he had at least seen them.

But this fruit was truly quite special; it tasted more like grain...

"The Archbishop is here!"

"The Archbishop is here!"

Watching Archbishop Aikemengde Alahan come down from the steps, his expression was not very good, though he still maintained a smile on his face.

This Archbishop had been quite busy lately; it was said he hadn't been to the construction site for a week, and this was the first time Feng Buxi had seen this Bishop.

He looked somewhat familiar; he must have seen him before, but it didn't matter—the other party certainly hadn't seen him.

After all, this face of his had been randomly generated again.

"My children, you have done quite well." Aikemengde walked down and patted the heads of a few people standing at the very front. "Our deity has seen your hardships, so he specially sent down these golden fruits, hoping you can have more strength to complete the task of building the temple as soon as possible."

"We will strictly follow your mission; we will definitely build the temple even more perfectly, and it won't be worse than the one in the Royal Capital!" a few young men said, even shedding tears.

"Hehe, silly children, the temple in the Royal Capital has professional painters to do the illustrations, and the materials inside are also better than ours. We just need to do the best we can." Aikemengde looked at these young people with a kind expression. "I wonder if you know any painters? We need to have the dome painted, but we truly do not have enough money to do this."

"Bishop, we can donate some!"

"Bishop, I can too!"

These young people had been taught very well by this Bishop; every one of them hoped to contribute everything they had.

So much so that Feng Buxi even hoped he could be more sociable; maybe he should donate a few dozen Tana just to show he cared.

After all, if one wanted to gain the trust of the Sun God Cult, the first step was to integrate into this place.

"Do not worry, my children, our biggest problem right now is that we cannot find a suitable painter." Aikemengde said with some fatigue. "The painters in Tana City all have their own faiths. You do not need to pay too much in money; letting you come to assist us in building the church for free is already a debt we owe you. But everyone, rest assured, we will ensure that everyone here has a place to live and food to eat!"

"Thank you, Archbishop!"

"Thanks to the Sun!"

"Praise the Sun!"

The crowd shouted, and Feng Buxi followed along. The Sun God Cult seemed to have a special ability to brainwash; once in the midst of it, one would indeed be infected by the enthusiasm of these people.

However, speaking of painters, Feng Buxi thought of someone. Chen Ai, who could paint, was a little genius at it and had some fame on the internet.

If he could introduce her to do the painting, perhaps he could show his face in front of Archbishop Aikemengde.

So, after everyone finished shouting, Feng Buxi stayed behind and said to Archbishop Aikemengde, "I, know a, painter."

"You?" Aikemengde glanced at Feng Buxi. If he remembered correctly, he should be one of those Xiahui People.

He didn't know who had recruited him, but he was actually considered a devout Believer. Aikemengde smiled and said, "Very good, my child. If the other party is willing to come and do the painting, I can offer a wage of 50 Tana per day."

50 Tana was really a bit too little for a qualified painter.

But thinking that the painting process might take a month or even longer, this could also be considered a stable job.

"I'll go ask." After saying this, Feng Buxi ran out directly, and in less than half an hour, he brought Chen Ai before the Archbishop.

"I hear you are very good at painting, my child." Seeing that it was a young girl, Archbishop Aikemengde frowned, though the Sun God Cult was not against women; it was just because of that ambiguous rumor that it seemed as if there was some discrimination against women.

In reality, the Sun God Cult was the same toward any gender, and there were even many women serving as Bishops in the large dioceses.

Chen Ai took out the posters she had painted before. "I paint posters at the Emond Theater; these are my works."

"Emond Theater, no wonder, my child; there are many of our Sun God Cult's plays there." Hearing this, Aikemengde nodded with great satisfaction. "Come with me, and see if you can paint this kind of work."

The two followed him into the interior of the church. The dome here was still very clean, with no pictures on it, while on the ground were spread out the drafts for the painting, with even the formulas for the colors marked on them.

(End of chapter)