In the middle area of the Arcane City, in a spacious and bright room, sunlight shines through the clean windows onto the smooth floor.
The Ancient God Church believers who had just obtained their ID cards gathered here. Of course, there were only a dozen people present, which was only a small part of the huge group of believers.
The leading believer looked pious, kneeling respectfully in front of the rat possessed by the Lord of Plague, and said in awe: "Great Master, we need your guidance, what should we do next?"
The Lord of Plague's voice came out of the rat's mouth, with unquestionable majesty: "Now the first thing you have to do is learn to hide and blend into this city. There are many hidden talents in the Arcane City, and you will be exposed if you are not careful. You must live like ordinary people and wait for new opportunities."
After that, the Lord of Plague paused, and then asked, "How many people are there in the Ancient God Cult in the Arcane City?"
The leading believer thought for a moment and answered respectfully, "There are probably about two to three hundred people, but they are all the lowest-level believers. After the last war, there was no believer left at the deacon and elder level. Now the remaining ones are ordinary believers struggling to survive."
"Two or three hundred people?" The Lord of Plague's eyes lit up when he heard this. He didn't expect that there were such a large number of believers hiding in this arcane city.
The Lord of Plague coughed lightly and regained his serious tone. "I didn't expect there are so many believers. The most urgent task now is to teach these believers the hiding methods I taught you. You are responsible for this. Make sure every believer learns how to disguise themselves and cannot expose themselves foolishly like before."
"We will follow the master's orders." The leading believer quickly bowed his head and responded, his tone full of determination.
"Well, very good. By the way, let me ask you, how much gold coins can the Ancient God Cult mobilize now?" The Lord of Plague swept his eyes over everyone, as if he was calculating something.
"Gold coins?" The leading believer was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting the master to suddenly ask this question, and then quickly replied: "Great master, the believers in the Arcane City are currently disconnected from the Ancient God Cult. Mobilizing the savings of all the believers in the Arcane City may be able to collect 500 or 600 gold coins."
"So little? Are we very poor?" There was a hint of dissatisfaction in the Lord of Plague's voice.
"Great Master, five or six hundred gold coins are already a lot." The leading believer hurriedly explained, "Outside the Arcane City, in some noble territories, some people may have never seen what a gold coin looks like in their entire lives."
This statement is indeed true. The City of Arcane can be said to be the most developed place in the entire continent of Azer.
But before the reform, the life of the orcs in the lower city was extremely difficult.
Most of these followers of the Ancient God Religion joined the Religion out of desperation due to the heavy pressure of life. The vast majority of them joined the Religion just to survive in this cruel world.
The Lord of Plague thought that it was good to be short of money, and then he coughed and said, "Very good, now the entire Arcane City has entered a period of severe crackdown on the Ancient God Cult. In this case, let's forget about developing believers, priests and other activities."
"Great Being, what should we do?" the believers asked in confusion.
"Make money!" said the Lord of Plague firmly.
"Ah?" The believers were obviously a little surprised and did not react for a while.
The Lord of Plague saw the confused looks of the believers and raised his voice impatiently, "I said make money!"
"Ah! Making money! That's right, making money! Great being, your wisdom makes me feel ashamed. You are right. If you have money, you don't need magic to control believers and pollute them spiritually with greedy desires! You are so wise!" After hearing the words of the Lord of Plague, the believers hurriedly flattered him with flattering faces.
Um? Is that so? Maybe! The Lord of Plague coughed and said, "You are right, but have you figured out how to make money and survive?"
"Well...should we go hunt monsters?" a believer suggested tentatively.
"Establish a mercenary group? I heard that as long as you can complete high-level commissions, the rewards will be generous." Another believer's eyes lit up and said excitedly.
"How about we do business? The Arcane City is so prosperous, there must be a lot of business opportunities." Another believer proposed an idea.
"But we don't have much capital, and doing business is risky. What if we lose money?" Someone immediately raised concerns.
"Or go work in those workshops? Although the income may not be much, it's at least stable." Another believer said helplessly.
Everyone was discussing the issue heatedly, but there was still no conclusion.
The Lord of Plague said at this time: "Don't worry, making money is not difficult. I have found good jobs for you believers."
What! The great master has found jobs for them! What an honor!
"Great being! How can I repay you? Wuuuu! You are so good to me!" The leading believer was so excited that he burst into tears, and his voice trembled with excessive emotion.
"Master, you are our reborn parents!"
"If it weren't for the master, we wouldn't know what to do. The master's great kindness, we will never forget it!"
"I am willing to go through fire and water for the great master, no matter what!"
The believers knelt on the ground, their faces filled with gratitude, and spoke in unison to express their gratitude.
"You don't have to thank me too much, just make money and that's all!" The Lord of Plague said this and left the possessed rat.
At this moment, Sigma, Roth and other card players were sitting together at the stall in front of Mixue Time.
The table was filled with the latest Ancient God Invasion series card packs. They each held a freshly opened card pack in their hands, their faces full of anticipation.
However, as the cards were drawn one after another, they were met with waves of wailing. It was obvious that they didn't get any good cards.
Sigma was flipping through the ordinary cards in his hand, and he silently thought to himself, "Where the hell did you go just now?"
After a while, the Lord of Plague's slightly proud voice came to my mind: "I went to do something important. By the way, you didn't touch my card box, did you? I want to go back and open it myself!"
Sigma couldn't help but roll his eyes and responded unhappily, "Don't worry, I didn't touch yours. It's just that after buying a new card box, I don't have much money in my pocket. Also, the latest Duel King Lucy figurine can't be bought directly. You have to buy something called Ichiban-sho. You have to spend money to draw small cards. You can only get the figurine if you draw a specific card. One small card gets one gold coin. I bought five, but in the end, all I got were colored cardboard and book covers. What a big loss!"
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