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Chapter 131 Alanka's Retreat
Chris didn't like religion, but he knew very well that he couldn't eradicate it.

Chris understood that Chinese civilization is completely different from other civilizations, and if you apply traditional Chinese concepts to foreigners, it will not work.

Because in ancient and modern Chinese society, the supremacy of imperial power over divine authority is a unique political and cultural phenomenon, and the formation and development of this concept has profound historical, cultural and social roots.

It was the dominance of Confucianism caused by the concentration and supremacy of imperial power, as well as the long-term secularization and instrumentalization of religion by emperors, bureaucrats and other rulers that fostered this concept.

In other words, without thousands of years of history, you really cannot develop the mindset of "If God is useful, I will worship him, and if God is useless, get out."

Don't keep idle people, and don't keep idle spirits.

In this world, Chris discovered from his previous life's memories and his observations of the situation here that theocracy and royal power are equal, but theocracy is currently trying to overwhelm royal power.

What Alanka did in the cafeteria square was a test. This guy wanted to cause trouble.

After Chris announced his decision in public and imposed severe restrictions on the spread of religion, he had a premonition that Alanka would not give up.

Indeed, that afternoon, shortly after Chris returned to his office, the clerk knocked on the door and reported to him.

"The Alanka priest requests an audience."

"Let him in."

Still wearing his lumberjack's clothes, Alanka, with a bruised face and nose, pushed the door open and his first words were direct and straightforward.

"I implore you to reconsider the decision you made today."

"why?"

"You shouldn't prevent mortals from receiving the Mother Goddess's grace and restrict the places and methods of missionary work. This is..."

"roll……"

Chris casually interrupted Alanka's long speech with just one word. He was not interested in debating with a charlatan.

What is there to debate?

There is no point in debating. Chris realizes better than Alanka that the conflict between him and Alanka stems from the different stools they sit on. Under such circumstances, the two are bound to clash, and one of them must retreat.

If we don't retreat, the problem can only be solved by someone dying.

Don’t talk about understanding. Once both parties understand each other’s thoughts, things will only lead to an irreversible "life and death" situation.

Alanka's face instantly turned livid, his eyes filled with anger and disbelief. He obviously didn't expect Chris to reject his request so directly, or even interrupt him in such a contemptuous tone.

"You are disrespecting the Mother Goddess!"

Alanka's voice trembled slightly. He tried hard to suppress the anger in his heart and tried to keep his tone calm, but the flames of anger still leaked out of his eyes.

Chris just looked at him coldly, without any hesitation.

If the Mother Goddess of Earth is dissatisfied, she will come down to talk to him in person or kill him.

You didn't come down. Is it because you didn't dare or because you couldn't?

Chris also knew that behind Alanka's anger lay a desire for power and dissatisfaction with the status quo.

In this world, the struggle between theocracy and royal power has lasted for too long, and Alanka may be the vanguard of this struggle. Chris has not forgotten that Alanka appeared in Bolas Fortress and directly intervened in the war.

"The Mother Goddess's grace is everywhere, and you cannot stop it."

Alanka continued, trying to use the majesty of religion to suppress Chris's decision. However, Chris just smiled slightly, with a hint of sarcasm in his smile.

"You can try to display the Mother Goddess's grace in front of me... and see if you can scare me."

Chris said slowly, with an unquestionable firmness in his tone.

"If you're not convinced, you can choose to kill me, or join the Republic and lead an army to attack me. If you don't dare to take action, then just endure it. I won't change any of my decisions because of you."

Alanka's expression became even uglier. He obviously didn't expect Chris to be so tough.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, and then spoke slowly.

"Do you really think that restricting the spread of religion will solve the problem?"

Chris sneered.

"Religion itself is not the problem. The problem is people trying to use religion to achieve their own goals. I don't care what you do. All I care about is that you and your god stay out of my way.

If you get in the way, get out or die."

Alanka's face turned pale, he felt that Chris might have discovered something.

He tried to speak in a gentler tone.

"The old king's abdication has nothing to do with the Earth Mother Cult. Although I provided assistance to the Minissians in Bolas Fortress, that was only to prevent the invasion of the Bohemian Empire. We were not involved in the rebellion."

"I don't care. Whether you rebelled or not, I don't care. I only care about the work I'm doing now."

Chris interrupted, a hint of warning in his tone.

"If you continue like this, I will take more severe measures... Don't forget, the school I attended in the Bohemian Empire is the seminary of the God of Light..."

Alanka's expression suddenly changed.

If two people appeared in front of him, one was a priest of the God of Light, and the other was a priest of the Goddess of Agriculture, and Alanka happened to have a bow and two arrows in his hand.

Then Alanka would not hesitate to shoot two arrows at the priest of the God of Light, and rush over to twist the latter's head off with the bowstring to prevent the latter from surviving.

Therefore, Chris's threat was very effective on Alanka. He even lowered his head to prevent the former from seeing the murderous intent that flashed in his eyes.

But soon, Alanka gave up the idea temporarily.

Alanka gritted his teeth and finally chose to give in.

"I'll consider your suggestion."

"Then go find the clerk and get the application documents."

Chris nodded. Although he knew that Alanka's concession was only temporary, he was not worried.

Chris knew that this struggle had just begun, and he had enough confidence and ability to deal with it. The weapon of criticism is always inferior to the criticism of the weapon.

As long as Chris still has weapons in his hands, he is not afraid of Aranka's bad intentions. He is not willing to overturn the table, but when it is really necessary to do so, Chris will never hesitate.

Alanka turned and left the office, looking a little lonely.

Chris shrugged it off… This guy’s acting is good, but not sophisticated enough, and he needs further training.

(End of this chapter)