This Holy Knight is So Despicable!
Chapter 63: The Essence of the Holy Temple

Chapter 63: Chapter 63: The Essence of the Holy Temple

"I asked you to keep an eye on the stall... and you ended up turning it into a whole street of stalls!"

Lette looked at the endless stream of tourists in front of the Holy Temple Council Hall and one small stall cart after another, momentarily at a loss for words.

"Are you generating income for me here!?"

Grandet was extremely excited: "Boss, you have no idea. The income from these small stall carts during prayer time is almost 90% of that of the commercial street!

If we keep this up for three months, we won’t need to collect debts for the next three years, we’ll directly earn it back.

And these small stall carts are simple to make, their costs are so low they can be ignored! And they can move as you push them! They don’t take up space!

Boss, you don’t know, as Holy City tourists increase and pilgrimage activities become more frequent, the commercial street is obviously not enough anymore!

We have applied many times, but new land and building permits have never been approved.

The reason why merchants on the commercial street donate so much to the Holy Temple Council every year is that they hope the council will use its privileges to facilitate the process for us.

But these people take the money and do nothing, a bunch of bastards!

Ah! I have new inspiration for creation! I need to write a script tonight and criticize them well tomorrow!"

Lette rubbed his temples, as he was also aware of the privileges of the Holy Temple Council mentioned by Grandet.

When the Holy Light Church was first established, the Holy Temple Council was formed to express its vision of amicable coexistence with various sectors of society to create a religious haven.

To some extent, the early Holy Temple indeed had enough popular acclaim to check the Church Court.

But as time went by, the Holy Temple Members no longer possessed their former impartiality and integrity. The Church no longer needed such a facade project.

This restraining relationship has long been nominal and non-existent.

The current Holy Temple is more like a symbol, a mere ornament.

"Boss... these stalls can support many families, create many job opportunities, and..."

Lette interrupted Grandet: "I know all that you’re saying, but have you thought about what would happen to Holy Work Town if it continues to expand?

It’s already a chaotic place with no control, where crime breeds and filth gathers.

If it someday threatens Holy City, what do you think the Church will do?

I want everyone to have a good life, but things can’t be done this way."

Grandet weakly nodded and sighed a little.

Seeing him like this, Lette patted him on the shoulder: "I didn’t say you couldn’t do it... Development is a good thing, but it needs to be restrained and planned.

Have you ever seen how trees are grown? Before a young tree matures, people need to prune its lateral branches to ensure it continues to grow upwards, becoming the backbone wood.

So, I’ll invest in this project!

Get someone to measure, see how many stalls this square can accommodate, and then issue the corresponding number of permits, registering the holders.

Evaluate them every three or six months, reward the good stalls and eliminate the bad ones, giving others a chance.

New businesses can develop, but management needs to keep up.

Holy Work Town is the same principle... As the president of the chamber of commerce, your stage is bigger than you think!"

Grandet’s eyes lit up: "Boss! That’s why you are the boss! Even your ideas come in sets!

Yes, yes, you’re right, management must be in place!

Rest assured, we will push this project forward as soon as possible!

Over in Holy Work Town, I’ll take the lead in forming a self-governing committee under the chamber of commerce’s name!

Self-management, self-restraint, self-purification!

We won’t burden Holy City or cause it any trouble!"

Lette nodded approvingly: "Ah! That’s the way! Who wouldn’t like such a Holy Work Town?

Even though Holy City is indifferent to Holy Work Town now!

Maybe in the future, Holy City might even beg Holy Work Town to be regularized!"

Grandet’s eyes widened with excitement and clenched fists, his enthusiasm visibly rising.

Although he had settled in Holy City, living a prosperous and respected life.

He always had a unique feeling for his birthplace, Holy Work Town.

Being able to let his hometown flourish, allowing former fellow townspeople to be respected and esteemed.

Which hometown-loving person would refuse?

"Boss! I will treat this as my goal and strive for it all my life!"

Lette approvingly patted his shoulder: "You get busy, I... will go and check inside the Holy Temple."

"Ah? You’re going in?"

"What, are you afraid the members might do something to me?"

"Well... not really..."

Grandet awkwardly scratched his head: "It’s just that today, the show was quite effective. Everyone got all excited and threw lots of rotten vegetable leaves and stinky eggs over there...

The main gate over there is already unpassable."

Lette frowned: "Huh? We didn’t arrange for such a project! Also, where did the eggs and vegetable leaves come from?"

"...Several small stall carts specifically supplied them. Buy a box of stinky eggs, and get half a box of rotten vegetable leaves for free."

"You’re making money from that too!"

Lette instinctively covered his face: "So tomorrow, are you planning to roll out a few carts with fresh flower and fruit baskets, and various gifts! So the audience can buy them to reward the outstanding performers?

Are you planning to set up a stage and have both sides compete to see who gets more rewards?"

"What a brilliant idea!"

Grandet suddenly pulled out a notebook and started scribbling: "The boss is the boss; a casual word is a brilliant money-making plan! I have to jot it down quickly!"

Lette gave him a kick: "You first talk about the gate issue!"

"Oh oh oh! Boss, the main gate can’t be used. If you really want to go in, I’ll take you through the side door."

"The Assembly Hall, has a side door?"

"Of course it does! We can’t possibly deliver gifts openly through the main door, can we?"

Lette rubbed his chin: "Oh, I have never heard of this before."

About the side door, Lette was not too bothered. What he was doing in front of the Assembly Hall’s gate was mainly to smear the council members’ reputation and make them lose public appeal.

As for whether they sneak off through the side door, it did not matter, they’d run away from the monk, but not his temple.

After all, he was scolding for the people to hear, not for them.

He was just surprised that such a weak organization as the Holy Temple still had its little secrets unknown to others.

"Boss, this way, I’ll take you!"

Grandet kept murmuring as he led Lette forward.

"Boss, you actually shouldn’t take the Holy Temple too seriously!

I’ve dealt with them quite a lot over the past two years, and do you know what the funniest thing is?

Their tradition is so severely lost that they don’t even recognize much of their own stuff!

Last year, I happened to see a particularly beautiful vase in their reception room when delivering gifts!

I praised it a bit, and then a permanent manager of the Holy Temple insisted on giving it to me.

I thought it was just a vase, so I took it home.

Later, a friend skilled in antique appraisal visited my house and immediately recognized that it was a centuries-old antique!

It was a unique piece created by a particularly outstanding artist of that time!

The artist was a pinnacle of the art world and was invited to be a Holy Temple Member, even served two terms as president!

That one vase was worth more than all the gifts I gave to the Holy Temple that year!

Boss, I tell you, this is not an isolated incident, there’s plenty more.

You say these people!

The Holy Temple Council has a rich heritage, but falling into the hands of these people, it’s really like casting pearls before swine, wasted.

Oh, Boss, why do you look a little pale?"

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