[ Fifteen Jin for Thirty Yuan ]: "Isn't this a blatant case of shifting the goalposts? You've got some skill, but not much. I suggest you spend a few more years studying in the real world and online, engaging with all sorts of people before coming back to fool medieval commoners. That would definitely be much more effective."
[ The Priest Was Once a Little Boy ]: "In short, it doesn't feel as good as the 10-win, 10-loss theory."
[ Fifteen Jin for Thirty Yuan ]: "It doesn't feel as good as a cycle of wins and losses."
[ Ginseng Rooster ]: "It feels like it's better to deliberately rack up consecutive losses to pretend to be winning and get subsidies..."
The three chatted enthusiastically in the channel, but their mouths kept chanting, " Black Pine City will never fall."
The players' physical advantages were on full display at this moment. How could the commoners of the Tree Worship Church, who rarely ate and relied entirely on sunbathing and drinking water, possibly have such stamina?
After shouting for a minute, the noise level noticeably decreased.
Furthermore, since Luorui'er's speech was clearly not over yet, most people knew to shout a few times as a formality, leaving room for the archbishop to elaborate.
But [ Ginseng Rooster ], engrossed in chatting, didn't notice this change and continued to AFK while shouting slogans and typing messages in his head.
Little did they know, his figure had already become as conspicuous as a crane among chickens...
In the chat group:
[ The Priest Was Once a Little Boy ]: "Dude, isn't your voice too loud? Lower your voice, or someone will notice."
[ Fifteen Jin for Thirty Yuan ]: "Dude, buddy, the shill next to you is exhausted, why are you shouting so loudly? Don't... Holy crap, we're doomed!"
Upon seeing these two messages, [ Ginseng Rooster ] felt a sudden panic and quickly looked around, only to find that dozens of eyes were already staring at him.
These gazes contained mockery, worry, doubt, and even admiration.
And the admiring gaze comes from above, from the cathedral's high platform, from the mysterious archbishop.
The sound of "[ Ginseng Rooster ]" grew fainter and fainter, and the final word "fallen" was stuck in his throat, neither coming out nor going out.
He cautiously looked up and saw the archbishop, who had just finished mobilizing the troops, looking at him with satisfaction.
"Very good, someone bring him up."
"Splash!"
The commoners around [ Ginseng Rooster ] instantly took a step back, clearing the space where he stood.
Two priests who were maintaining order at the church entrance quickly stepped forward, grabbed [ the Ginseng Rooster ] from both sides, and led him into the church.
After walking up a spiral staircase, [ Ginseng Rooster ] appeared on the high platform of the cathedral and was brought to Luorui'er's side.
The archbishop turned to look at the well-proportioned commoner and couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for his talent.
In the Tree Worship Church, where food and clothing were scarce, it was a fact that everyone could survive, and it was also a fact that most of them did not.
In this vast country with a zero obesity rate, it is already quite remarkable to find an ordinary person with such a physique.
She glanced at the [ Ginseng Rooster ] and asked in a gentle tone:
"I just noticed that your shouts were more enthusiastic than everyone else's, and you had better stamina. It seems you really agree with what I said, right?"
Do I have the right to say it's wrong?
[ Ginseng Rooster ]'s lips twitched. He felt that if he were to talk about the history of the Fitz Family's ancestors selling ditches in front of hundreds of thousands of people at this moment, the effect would definitely be better than writing ten unofficial history tabloids.
However, if I did that, I would definitely die, and the civilians standing nearby would probably join the ranks of the slain men next to the square. It's better not to drag these innocent NPCs into this mess.
After a brief moment's thought, he forced a smile and nodded with the timid demeanor of a commoner summoned by an important figure, saying:
"Yes, Archbishop, what you said is exactly the same story my grandfather told me."
"Oh, really?"
Luorui'er looked at [ the Ginseng Rooster ] with an interested expression, and the latter nodded repeatedly:
"Yes, he said my great-grandfather participated in the defense of the city back then, holding out on the city walls for a long time... and under the leadership of Marquis Fitz, he repelled the attacks of the Blood Corpse many times."
Luorui'er nodded in satisfaction, then turned to the commoners in the square and said:
"Everyone heard that, right? I believe that this is not the only citizen whose family has a family history. Whether I am lying or not, everyone knows very well."
"We achieved an undeniable victory in the battle a century ago, and we will achieve the same victory this time."
She patted the [ Ginseng Rooster ]'s shoulder forcefully and continued:
"This young man is a descendant of the soldiers who defended the city back then. I believe he will not let down the glory of his ancestors! Young man, what is your name?"
Fine beads of sweat appeared on the forehead of the Soul Returner.
"My name is... [ Ginseng Rooster ]."
Although it was unclear what he was satisfied with, Luorui'er still showed a satisfied expression.
"Oh, Ginseng Rooster, a fine name. Now, in my capacity as Archbishop of Black Pine City and heir to the Fitz Family, I formally appoint Ginseng Rooster as the captain of the Black Pine City Militia Reinforcement Unit— "
The archbishop looked down at the crowd:
"As I just mentioned, our Holy Crusaders has suffered some losses in the previous battles, and may not be able to completely cover the city walls' defenses."
"Therefore, we need to select some people from the citizens who are in good physical condition and can temporarily guard the city walls to form Militia Reinforcement Unit."
" The Militia Reinforcement Unit will not participate in the most intense battles, nor will they directly confront the main force of the rebels. You only need to replenish the Holy Crusaders when they suffer casualties."
"As long as Black Pine City is defended, the replenishment team members will become official members of the Holy Crusaders. If you have talent in the relevant field, I will even personally recommend you to join the ranks of priests."
Upon hearing this, many people below began to breathe rapidly.
It should be noted that although those who Tree Worship Church do not eat much, they are not without taste and digestive organs.
The Holy Crusaders and priests were in such good physical condition partly because of their talent and training, and partly because they were among the few in the Tree Worship Church who had access to food.
Faced with the lucrative promise personally made by Archbishop Luorui'er, even the most ambitious commoners were inevitably tempted.
Luorui'er patted [ the Ginseng Rooster ] on the shoulder and said:
"I will arrange for several priests to assist you in screening the civilians. You need to select civilians who are as loyal and brave as you to form a replenishment team. Do this well, and you will have a place in the Fitz Province Cathedral."
[ Ginseng Rooster ] looked apprehensive upon hearing this, but inwardly he was thinking how cunning and manipulative Luorui'er was.
Several priests assisted from the sidelines; frankly, their role was to monitor the situation.
They expect you to work your ass off, yet they don't intend to give you any power, and they still try to make empty promises.
You want to use this method to get civilians to die for you for free?
You bastard, you wish!
Thinking this, [ the Ginseng Rooster ] respectfully bowed:
"I would die for you, Your Excellency Archbishop!"
At the same time, he had already sent a new message in the chat group:
"Brothers, let's all get a government job!"