"Just because you're pretty?"
"No, it's not... You are a good god! You saved me, and you are beautiful!"
Beiwang's gaze fell on her bamboo basket.
Tao'er said quickly: "I made this myself. I'll bring you something delicious next time!" She held up the bamboo basket: "God! Here for you to eat!"
Beiwang looked at the other side with a complicated expression.
The mission requires returning to the throne of God. In fact, this mission is very simple, so simple that it cannot be simpler... As long as all the townspeople at the foot of the mountain are eaten, Nagasha will have the power to return to the sea, and her injuries will recover quickly.
He was trapped in this sacred mountain, and what trapped Him was His kindness in refusing to eat humans.
Despite this, the townspeople at the foot of the mountain still spread rumors that those herbalists who fell to their deaths while entering the mountains were eaten by him, and that he was a monster.
After all, what kind of god is he if he can’t protect the mountain folks?
There is no need for gods here.
Perhaps the girl didn't know that Nagasha's life depended on her faith. The sweet-scented osmanthus cake she made foolishly did have a little bit of faith power. By eating such sweet-scented osmanthus cake for thirty or forty years, Nagasha might really be able to return to the throne of God.
The girl's faith actually protected the townspeople, and made Nagasha willing to restore her power by eating cakes instead of eating humans.
"What's happened recently?" Beiwang asked about the news outside.
"The most powerful Creator Conference in all of Lovasa will be held tomorrow! It is said to be in the Red Tower, which is ..." Tao'er gestured vigorously with her arms: "Very far away! It will take several months for the carriage to run there!"
"Is there anything happening in town?" Beiwang asked.
"Well... Uncle Tang's pastries have gone up in price. Changping College has started recruiting students. There is a group of popular comic books on the street, telling stories about magpie knights doing chivalrous things. Also, Aunt Chen's daughter has brought a lot of good luck recently, and people call her the little lucky star!" The girl spoke like pouring beans.
...Little lucky star?
Beiwang looked down the mountain, put his hands behind his back, and silently used magic to create a snow sculpture. He handed it to the girl and said, "Take it and sell it."
"ah?"
"Sell it and give me the money. I have a way... to make them all trust me." Beiwang said calmly.
Once more people believe in him, he will be able to leave.
Taoer nodded vigorously: "Yes! I'll do it right away!"
…
Dream.
Mizushima Kawashima, wearing a queen's long dress, leaned against the throne, yawned softly and closed her eyes.
She wanted to take a nap, but fell into a deep dream.
She remained awake in the dream, as if she had stepped into an illusory world. She sat at a long golden table, surrounded by unclear phantoms.
At this time, she remembered that although Princess Esdani believed in the God of Omnics, she was a [Dream Patrol]. [Dream Patrol], [Civilization Equation Calculator], [Greek Seat], [Supreme Tower] are all subordinate forces of the God of Inspiration Viridodo. At the beginning of the dungeon, she was curious about the familiar term [Dream Patrol], but this was the first time she had actually encountered it.
It is said that they would hold meetings in dreams and exchange secrets that cannot be mentioned in reality.
She was curious, what on earth would they talk about?
"Everyone is welcome to attend the meeting again." A voice spoke.
"Alas." Another voice started the conversation: "After leaving no trace for so long, we were finally discovered..."
"If that person had chosen to hide in the dream of the Gnosis Dreamer, or poisoned Noor Ajini, there wouldn't be so much trouble. We wouldn't have been discovered." said a voice.
"Who told him to..." A voice trembled slightly, and the voice was mostly full of respect: "He chose to wade into the sea with his body?"
"We are not his enemies. At least I admire them." said the new voice.
"That's your idea, others may not. Some people just like to be against others, they just can't stand the great savior, they just think it's fake, there's nothing you can do about it." said another voice.
Mizushima Kawase observed carefully and found that these people were inside mirrors and were not physical entities.
...How do these people know so much? What do these words mean? Mizushima Kawase held his breath and thought that these [Dream Patrols] were not as ordinary as the rumors said. They were obviously not from the perspective of the locals of Rovasha!
Even a bit like another group of players...
No, this is too ridiculous. How could another group of players suddenly appear?
Mizushima Kawase tried to communicate with the old grandfather who accompanied him, but found that he was not dreaming.
She clasped her hands together, took a deep breath, and tried her best to listen to their conversation.
Suddenly, she heard a voice so familiar that it struck her soul:
“…I still hope they succeed.”
Mizushima Kawashima looked over suddenly and saw a mirror in which was reflected the figure of a slim woman with a mole on her wrist. The mist in the mirror blurred the woman's face, revealing a few strands of long rose-red hair.
Mizushima Kawaseong's heart skipped a beat, and she almost wanted to rush over and hug the man tightly. But her reason told her that it was impossible for the person sitting here to be Mizushima Kawaseong.
My sister is dead, there is no doubt about it.
But the spirit of the tenth world had mentioned to her that there were indeed people who were almost identical in different worlds. But no matter what, they would not be old friends.
Mizushima Kawashima clenched his fists and listened quietly, but his eyes never left the red-haired woman.
Until she heard them say:
"Tomorrow, when the Rovathans press the red button, we can all go over together."
"I won't go. I'll be scared to death if I see them in person..."
"Aren't there many of us who have already gone? Some of them seem to be called... Bai Chun, and Esdani! Bai Chun seems to have hugged dozens of lovers. I'm so envious."
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