Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 292 291 Straight-up
Vadracho squinted at him: "You greedy devil, what else do you want?"

Feng Xiuhu rubbed his hands together: "I have a younger brother named Shunzi. He has been with me since we were little and is now a guard officer in the Divine Guard Army. I want him to join the Agents as well."

Vadragho looked hesitant.

This matter is actually not difficult to handle. Once the rotation ends and he returns to Taijing, Vadracho will take full control of the Agents. Transferring a guard to join the Agents is just a trivial matter. The real reason that makes him hesitate is that Vadracho had other plans from the very beginning when he guided Feng Xiuhu to join the Agents.

Due to the special nature of their work, the agents belong only to the temple where the cult leader resides, namely Taijing, and are not stationed in other regions. They are like a flock of pigeons being raised, dispatched for various tasks, but no matter how far they fly, they will eventually return to their nest.

This was Vadracho's hidden agenda: he planned to first include Feng Xiuhu in the list of agents, and then, when the opportunity arose, he could use an internal mission as a pretext to transfer him to Taijing.

But Feng Xiuhu was unaware of this and thought that Vadrajo was stingy and unwilling to budge, so he said, "Teacher, that's not how it works. You had already planned to let me join the Agents. This time, I just got the job done ahead of schedule. What kind of reward is that? Besides, I did such a good job. It's not unreasonable for me to ask for one more spot, is it?"

Vadragho couldn't help but laugh: "Okay, I promise you."

He's figured it out.

One more Shunzi wouldn't make a difference, and one less Shunzi wouldn't make a difference either. In fact, Shunzi's addition isn't necessarily a bad thing. Vadrajo thought that having Shunzi around might make Feng Xiuhu easier to control.

Wadrajo pointed to the stage—while Mike was turning the page, Zhou Weili was walking up to present him with flowers.

Vadragio asked, "So, what exactly is going on?"

Feng Xiuhu snapped his fingers: "It's very simple. I kidnapped the officials' families and told them that if they didn't come today, I would kill them."

Vadracho’s lips twitched: “But they don’t seem to be unwilling at all. And that deacon, I didn’t know there was such a popular young man in the church.”

"Because Mike plays the red face."

Feng Xiuhu remained unfazed: "You may not know, but Mike also has a job at the newspaper. He promised to help the officials gloss over their embarrassing situation of having to attend prayers today on tomorrow's front page, and also promised to guarantee the safety of their families in the cathedral and ensure they are not harmed by me. With a way out, the officials naturally see him as their lifeline."

Vadracho frowned slightly: "No, this matter must be publicized. I want to see the newspapers report it truthfully so that the news can spread further."

Feng Xiuhu chimed in, "That's what I think too, but Mike has offended a lot of people by breaking his promise—after all, he's just a small deacon, probably not enough to make the officials wary."

Vadracho glanced at him sideways, a half-smile on his face: "So you had already planned to say this?"

Feng Xiuhu shrugged and said, "I thought it was just a tacit understanding between the teacher and the student."

Vadracho smiled helplessly: "Well, considering how popular he is, I think he's qualified to be a priest."

Feng Xiuhu smiled with satisfaction.

Vadrajo shook his head, turned and left the prayer hall.

Topherson Zhao followed, and Quiverfan originally wanted to follow as well, but after hesitating for two seconds, he stopped next to Feng Xiuhu and whispered, "Father Feng Xiuhu, I think there is a misunderstanding here—not just Mike, but also you and me."

Feng Xiuhu gave him a piece of advice: "I suggest you find out what kind of person I am before you talk to me about clearing up the misunderstanding."

……

This matter is over.

Feng Xiuhu patted his behind and left, leaving the mess left by the officials to Mike to deal with.

He and Shunzi skipped work, each carrying a money box, and headed home.

On the way, Feng Xiuhu said to Shunzi, "You won't be a guard officer for long. Once the acting officer's position is transferred, no one in Fancheng will be able to put us brothers above us."

Shunzi was still unfamiliar with the term "actor": "Even the cardinal elders can't control it?" Feng Xiuhu patiently explained: "The agent works for the leader and only needs to listen to the leader's orders, but where is the leader in Fancheng?"

Shunzi nodded in realization. Looking at the heavy money box in his hand, he couldn't help but exclaim, "Brother, we've really made something of ourselves."

"You swore back then that you would make something of yourself and help me become a respectable person. I didn't believe you then, but now I see that you are indeed the most capable one."

Feng Xiuhu sneered: "A respectable person? You're still a long way off! It's not a big deal to be popular in Fancheng. You have to be popular everywhere to be considered respectable."

This is an overstatement, Shunzi thought it was a bit unrealistic: "How extraordinary must a person be to make such a claim? Even the president wouldn't dare to make such a boast."

There was something he didn't dare say—the president is still under the influence of churches and temples, and churches and temples are under the influence of deities.

Even among gods, there are distinctions of rank and status.

Thinking of deities, Shunzi also remembered the "evil god" who would often have long phone conversations with her.

He suddenly said, "Brother, I've broken through again."

Bang.

The money box slipped from his hand and fell to the ground with a dull thud.

Feng Xiuhu stared wide-eyed at Shunzi, unable to tell for a moment who the original god was.

Shunzi quickly picked up the money box: "You can't just throw this away!"

"Divine Travel Realm?"

Feng Xiuhu asked in a trembling voice.

Shunzi looked around and whispered, "According to what you taught me, it is indeed the Divine Travel Realm."

Feng Xiuhu couldn't accept the fact that he, a true "god," had been surpassed by a mortal: "I don't believe it! Unless you prove it to me!"

He was being completely shameless, knowing full well that cultivating the Mountain Moving Technique couldn't separate the spirit from the body, yet he still made Shunzi prove it—but right now he just needed some psychological comfort.

Unexpectedly, Shunzi nodded. He put down the money box and put his hand on Feng Xiuhu's shoulder.

Bang!
Feng Xiuhu immediately knelt down.

As if a thousand pounds had suddenly been placed on his body, Feng Xiuhu was caught off guard and couldn't hold on. He only managed to support himself with his limbs when he was about to fall to the ground.

He slowly straightened his back, his knees wobbling slightly, but he still managed to stand up.

Cold sweat beaded on his forehead. Feng Xiuhu forced a smile at Shunzi and said in a relaxed manner, "You need to work harder on your cultivation. You're still far behind me."

Shunzi smiled sheepishly and withdrew his hand: "Of course, I can't compare to my elder brother."

With the weight off his shoulders, Feng Xiuhu almost collapsed again.

Shunzi quickly helped him up and asked in confusion, "Big brother?"

Feng Xiuhu said, "Don't overthink it, I just have low blood sugar."

P.S.: It's rare to see a protagonist who's so obsessed with saving face that they suffer for it.

(End of this chapter)