Chapter 301 Changes
"Excuse me, brother, judging from your aura, you don't seem to be from this world. What brings you here?"
Jiang Yan approached a minotaur who was queuing up and asked curiously.
But then I saw him engrossed in reading a tattered book, muttering to himself.
"Huh, you didn't know?"
The minotaur, unperturbed by the interruption, raised his head and said in a deep voice, "The great Lord of Holy Light comes from Plane 037, and this Holy City is where his temple is located. So I wanted to try my luck. If I can join the Holy Light pantheon, even dragons will have to address me as Lord Minotaur."
"Isn't the Holy Light Tower open to all living beings on the 90th floor of the Abyss? You should go there if you want to join the Holy Light pantheon."
"You probably haven't participated in the Holy Light Tower assessment, have you?" the minotaur asked, glancing at Jiang Yan.
"I suppose so," Jiang Yan said after a moment's thought.
"No wonder. Do you know how difficult it is to pass the Holy Light Tower test to join? As far as I know, many established high gods have difficulty even passing the first level, and at least three levels are required to be considered an unofficial member of the Holy Light pantheon."
The minotaur suddenly lowered his voice and said mysteriously, "It's different here. Although there are fewer spots, there's no danger. As long as you have a skill, you might be selected and given a position in Holy Spirit City."
"So that's how it is."
Jiang Yan was speechless for a moment. He hadn't expected that the identity of Holy Spirit City had become so sought-after throughout the entire realm.
"Young man, you're here to try your luck, right? But this train might not be suitable for you."
"Why?" Jiang Yan asked with a smile.
The minotaur, his muscles bulging, shook his head and said, "This row is for students with architectural talents. With your skinny arms and legs, you don't look like you're cut out for it..."
"How dare you!" Analia frowned and scolded.
"Anna, it's alright."
Jiang Yan waved his hand, turned around and smiled, "I was just looking into it casually, thank you for your explanation."
With that, he prepared to leave.
"etc."
Seeing this, the minotaur hesitated for a moment, then handed over the tattered book in his hand: "This is information I bought on the black market at a high price before I came here. I can recite it by heart now, so it's not really necessary. I feel a connection with you, young man, so I'll give it to you. It's said to be very helpful for passing the interview."
"oh?"
Jiang Yan was somewhat surprised to see the sincerity in the other person's eyes.
After a moment of hesitation, he reached out and took it, casually flipping through it and glancing at it.
This appears to be a work written by a dwarf, or perhaps a pirated copy.
"The secret to success is that while others work sixteen hours a day, I work twenty-four hours. — Mudin, captain of the third dwarf squad in Holy Spirit City."
"We don't need to work overtime because we never leave work. — Winner of the first quarter's Outstanding Dwarf Team Award in Holy Spirit City."
"If you steal my wine, we'll only be enemies for a night; if you steal my job, I'll haunt you as a ghost even after I die. —An unknown dwarf from Holy Spirit City."
"I will always respect, be grateful to, love, and support the great God Jiang Yan. — Captain of the First Dwarf Brigade of Holy Spirit City."
“...”
Good heavens!
It's actually a complete collection of self-manipulation techniques?
Jiang Yan was momentarily stunned.
"How is it? Isn't it well written?"
The minotaur remarked, "No wonder the weak dwarves have become so prosperous. With such awareness, how could they not succeed?"
"That's true."
Jiang Yan, regaining his senses, chuckled and took out an authentic Holy Scripture, handing it over: "It's only polite to reciprocate. Since I've taken your things, I'll give you this Holy Scripture. I believe you'll be able to successfully join Holy Spirit City."
"Haha, young man, then I'll take your kind words."
Jiang Yan nodded, bid farewell to the other party, and walked straight towards the gate.
"Hey?! Young man, don't go that way! Cutting in line in Holy Spirit City is a big no-no!"
The minotaur shouted anxiously, preparing to step forward and grab the other man, but then he saw the law enforcement officers responsible for maintaining order—the white-robed, bald men who usually inspired fear—all wearing fanatical smiles and bowing respectfully:
"Great Holy Lord, welcome back to the Holy City."
Holy Lord?!
The minotaur's eyes widened in disbelief. This seemingly weak... cough, gentle and refined human man was actually the great Lord of Light.
The lord of the most powerful pantheon in all realms is actually willing to chat with a mere minotaur like me for so long?
The book was right after all; the Holy Lord is the most generous, righteous, kind, and just god!
Wait a minute! So that means...
He looked at the holy book in his hand, which was emitting a faint white light, and his eyes suddenly lit up. He carefully hid it in his bosom.
That's it!
......
At the same time, Jiang Yan, surrounded by his subordinates, arrived at the outer city gate.
Four assessment points were set up on both sides of the city gate.
Jiang Yan scanned the area with his divine sense and found that the recruits were all different. One group was what the minotaurs called "architectural talents". In addition to being able to understand legendary blueprints, they also needed to have a certain architectural aesthetic sense and creative ability, as well as a spirit of hard work and perseverance. This group had the most people.
One group entered through the formal "sacred examination" process, and that group had the second largest number of members.
The other two channels are for "highly skilled talents" and "those with special potential".
The former requires that a single support profession reach at least the master level and have a certain degree of innovation.
The latter is more extensive, and the participants are quite diverse.
For example, right now, a little boy has arrived at that assessment point.
He had a huge cloth bag tied to his back, which made him look somewhat strained.
"Bata was born on the Menghara Grassland. He is a trainee warrior (level 5). His family has been herding livestock for generations."
A missionary glanced at the information in his hand, but did not look down on it. He said gently, "Child, this place is for recruiting people with special potential. Can you tell me your abilities?"
"certainly!"
The little boy threw down the cloth bag from his back and said proudly, "When I was nine years old, I shot down a god with a slingshot!"
Um?
The preacher looked into the bag and saw a perfectly intact corpse lying quietly inside, with a dried blood hole between its eyebrows.
Judging from the remaining fluctuations, this is not just a god, but a high-level god!
"That's right, it is indeed a deity. Child, do you have any other proof, such as a photographic stone?"
The preacher smiled and said, "Of course, it doesn't matter if you don't have it. You just need to go over there and receive a simple rewind spell."
"have!"
The little boy took a piece of paper out of his pocket and handed it over.
It reads in bold: "Friendly reminder: Please take this deity to the Holy Spirit City to claim your reward—Death."
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