Chapter 445: Araby Success Studies

The attraction of the God of Wealth to the masses is significant; the Apostles soon developed usable downlines, expanding the scope of their proselytizing layer by layer. Amidst the busyness, responding to the increasingly frequent requests of the twelve people had already made Sinuoli feel immense pressure, and as the demand grew exponentially, his spirit and strength could no longer hold up.

To avoid becoming a twenty-four-seven on-call human wish-granting machine, Sinuoli decisively delegated power. He followed the operation of the Slaanesh Great God of Dragon Crag, entrusting power to the divine statues and letting the Twelve Apostles allocate and use it themselves.

To motivate them, Sinuoli would adjust the share of disposable divine power for the next cycle based on the growth trend of faith within their respective parishes during the current cycle. Of course, since the situation in different parishes varies, the current allocation only increases and never decreases.

In a rare moment of peace, Sinuoli quietly set off to visit the nearest Araby parish incognito, disguising himself as an Ogre to observe the proselytizing situation. This is a country composed of deserts and oases, where geographical conditions have caused them to scatter into small city-states, only nominally honoring the rule of the Great Sultan.

Undoubtedly, under the ravages of the Knightly Vow wars, chaos has become the main theme here; many wealthy coastal cities are occupied by Knightly Orders, while the inland areas near the Land of the Dead have large numbers of necromancers waiting for an opportunity.

"Surrender your body and mind to the great God of Wealth and Oaths, honor the divine revelation, and the living shall enjoy glory and riches, and after death, you may go to His paradise!"

After the impassioned sermon, the guy sitting cross-legged on the altar slapped the Magic Lamp in front of him, and the lamp nozzle sprayed a large cloud of dazzling gold powder, which dissolved in mid-air into a piece of illusory palace, drawing bursts of fanatical prayers from the believers above.

That was an Apostle preaching in Araby, named Sinuoli, a descendant with a bald head. When young, he was sent to learn the local Genie Magic of Araby, but neither his talent nor his purse was sufficient to master it, so he later changed his profession to become an alchemist—half chemist and half swindler—until he joined Sinuoli's command.

As a native of Araby, Sinuoli did a good job with Sinuoli's localization; he gave himself the flashy title of "Honored Gold Archmage" and used a large city along the coast of the Bandit Fjord as a base to carry out his work.

That large city was the base of a group of Butcher Pirates; they were originally a caravan from Haimenguan, and because they lost their cargo in a storm, they took the Slayer Oath. Since they still had connections to their homeland, they knew for whom Sinuoli was acting as a spokesperson.

"First of all, our Great Princess of Tongshanbao, who doesn't know she is the most beautiful and intelligent among the three sisters? Even the ten-thousand-year ice wall would be ashamed to reflect her face! His Majesty Sinuoli actually had the heart to make the beauty sad."

Discovering that the proselytizing in this world was still stuck in the traditional stage of one person speaking above and a bunch of people listening below, at most sprinkling some water or applying some oil, which could hardly provide interaction and immersion, Sinuoli finally couldn't help but bring over that addictive brainwashing stuff from his past life.

"The Southlands are truly a paradise, with His Majesty Sinuoli presiding..."

"You're farting!"

"There is such a thing; my cousin came back to visit relatives the year before last and said so. Isn't that certain? Many people advised His Majesty Sinuoli to appoint a new champion, but he insisted on not allowing it."

"Tsk!"

"I heard he went missing?"

Although they had not yet entered the halls of the Ancestor Gods, these Butcher Pirates not only became Sinuoli's first batch of believers but also provided much necessary support for his proselytizing by finding a way to save the nation through a detour.

"Suffer a little bit for now, wait until the Eight Peaks are recovered..."

"Ahem, you bearded fellows, sigh. His Majesty Sinuoli is a Demigod, wise and martial, no need to say more. But in my humble opinion, he has done two things poorly these years; I wonder if you want to hear them?"

"Yesterday you said you had a pleasant conversation with several elders of the Drazkrad Clan!"

Before the shock of the master's sudden appearance could dissipate, the Honored Gold Archmage, under Sinuoli's direction, began to perform the action of shaking his head while clapping; what he didn't know was that there were still money-grabbing dances, card-swiping dances, and a bunch of others waiting for him.

Those who dared to go under the command of Belegar to develop the banks of the Dushuihe were all warriors with some skill, and this topic immediately sparked a divergent discussion. From whether Gaochuike's strength was inflated to whether there was anyone more suitable than him, for a time, spit was flying in the ship's cabin.

Several young Dwarfs gathered around an old man to heckle; these people mostly came from around the Vault Mountains, and Lord Lagos also put in a lot of effort for his daughter and son-in-law. Out of convenience, he contacted the fleet of Bordeleaux to transport immigrants.

"What a mess, does he have to personally use the Storm Hammer to greet every stray cat and dog he meets? How many people in this world are worthy of facing the might of a Demigod!"

Suddenly, a voice as dull as thunder rang out from outside the discussion circle.

"Well done, I think highly of you! Here is a secret manual for proselytizing; take it and study it carefully, practice it well, and if the effect is good, I will let others learn advanced techniques from you."

"Are you talking about that Chosen of the War God?"

"Sigh, indeed!"

"Clap, clap, clap!"

"The second thing is the use of personnel; his Prime Minister, Iron-faced Balin, is indeed young, but he has already been called one of the Two Sages of the Mountains alongside Elder Ruben of Haojiaobao, who has served three generations of father, brother, and nephew; it is well-deserved. But as for the generals, it is not the case."

Once these words were spoken, they drew bursts of resonance; the goddess one didn't even dare to think about in one's heart went to pursue someone else and was cruelly rejected—this is the regret in the hearts of many young clansmen.

The old Dwarf's words were astonishing; half of the passengers in the cabin gathered around. As the newly promoted Demigod, Sinuoli was in the limelight, and who wouldn't want to hear rare negative news? Soon, beer and side dishes filled a table.

"That's right, what was that guy's surname? Grenison, right? One man and one axe stepped into the Chaos Wastes and has yet to return; the position of champion of the Southlands has been vacant for several years."

"Did you understand? Come, move, clap if you understand!"

"Yeah, isn't your son working at the Highland Fortress?"

"Old man, those stories about His Majesty Sinuoli are told by bards in taverns every day; do you have anything different?"

While Sinuoli was practicing success studies, several Bordeleaux Steam Sailboats flying trident flags were sailing against the wind on the Tilean Sea; on the deck, passengers were in groups, drinking and chatting to pass the time at sea.

"Legend has it that he killed a rat back then and was favored by the God Grimnir, and was even called the Great Enemy of the Mountains; I've killed eighty or a hundred rats! Why don't I have that luck? Could it be that He misjudged?"

To be honest, this method has a certain scientific basis; creating a crazy atmosphere can reduce the audience's opportunity to think rationally and make them more invested under the influence of the surrounding crowd. However, whether it is too advanced for this world remains to be tested and judged.

Lucky draw group number, answer is Sinuoli. Considering that I update fast and some book friends are willing to save a few chapters before reading, the lucky draw will be set for 8:15 PM domestic time. Joining the group after the end is invalid.