"Are you a pilgrim who has come to worship? If so, you can follow this path and eventually climb the holy mountain."
"Are you here to seek refuge with relatives? If you are looking for relatives, I suggest you go to the temple and ask the priest. They have everyone's names and addresses there."
"Or are you God's chosen one, called by the Lord? If so, I still suggest you go to the temple and find the priest; they know the procedures."
"Or perhaps..."
Contrary to the taciturn farmer's appearance, this friendly man was quite eloquent, chatting animatedly with the somewhat bewildered Ning Feng.
"Ah! My old problem has flared up again!"
After talking to himself for a while, he suddenly slapped his forehead.
Snap!
"Oh, hahaha, look at my impatient nature, cough cough cough!"
He chuckled awkwardly, then suddenly realized he was being a little too familiar with the situation.
He coughed twice, then raised his hand and rubbed it vigorously on his clothes to wipe away the dirt.
He extended his hand to Ning Feng, revealing a simple smile.
"I am Hurley, and I have lived here for many years!"
As he extended his palm, he pounded his chest with his left hand, speaking with great confidence.
"Don't worry, I can help you with any questions!"
Ning Feng blinked and looked at the other person a few more times, but in the end he did not refuse the other person's kindness and raised his hand to shake hands with him gently.
Rough and powerful, it was undoubtedly the palm of a farmer.
Just like his appearance, Hurley truly spent most of his life farming.
"If I had to choose, I would be the third type you mentioned."
Being invited by the Lord of Holy Light, could this be considered a form of invitation?
Ning Feng thought it was probably true, and based on that alone, his status was already higher than that of many archbishops.
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Who is qualified to be personally invited by the Lord of Holy Light?
"Oh! That's really enviable!"
Hurley's eyes widened, but he didn't doubt. Instead, he looked Hurley up and down with a sigh, and finally exclaimed:
"I wish I were a Divine Scroll Master too!"
"Is being chosen by God a good thing?"
"Of course!"
He looked at Ning Feng strangely, and muttered:
"That's the Chosen One of the Holy Light! What an enviable and coveted honor! Do you know how noble it is? Hahaha, but don't be nervous, you'll understand in the future."
"Okay! Let's go, I'll take you to the temple."
After saying that, without waiting for Ning Feng's reaction, he strode away, ignoring the wheat he had just harvested.
"Don't you need to bring it?"
Raising an eyebrow, Ning Feng followed behind Heli and asked:
"Is it alright to just leave those wheat there like that?"
"Don't worry, don't worry! No one here will be thinking about those things, because there's no need for it."
It's not because of morality or dogma, but simply because it's unnecessary.
"…………"
Ning Feng understood the reason after just one thought.
Is it really necessary?
In this miraculous city, no one would suffer from cold or hunger, so even if food was scattered on the ground, no one would secretly hide it.
What might buy a young slave half a sack of wheat outside is worth no more here than a toy a child is playing with.
"This is indeed unnecessary."
Unaware of Ning Feng's strange tone, Heli continued his incessant rambling.
He talked about everything under the sun, from the neighbor's newly pregnant young daughter to the habits of the bishop and pastor, from the bountiful wheat fields to the scenery he saw when he was seven.
If Ning Feng hadn't known that this was only the first time he had met the other person, he would have almost thought that he and Heli were long-lost relatives.
Otherwise, who would use walking time to try to fill the void between two people with one-sided communication?
After walking for a while, Hurley slapped his forehead again and grinned sheepishly.
"Oh dear, I forgot again. I've been talking to myself all along, hahaha..."
He scratched his head vigorously, trying to ease the awkwardness, and asked:
"Speaking of which, where are you from? Where are you from?"
"I...I don't actually remember where I was born, but I came from the north this time."
"The North, I remember the scenery there was quite nice, wasn't it?"
Curiosity gleamed in his eyes, and Heli suddenly became very interested in Ning Feng's hometown.
"Can you tell me what the situation is like outside? Although it can't compare to the City of Holy Light, it's still quite good, isn't it?"
good?
Um?
Why do you think the external situation is good?
The land was filled with cries of despair, countless dead and wounded, gods raging, monsters running rampant...
You mean to say that this kind of world... is nice?
Completely oblivious to Ning Feng's changed expression, Heli proudly raised his head:
"Does that even need to be said? Let me tell you, I've lived here for many years! I remember everyone who has come to the city."
“Everyone who has come here from outside over the years is healthy and has completely lost their former thin appearance.”
“Some people came wearing all sorts of jewelry and even bringing several carts full of gold! Of course, they eventually donated all of that to the temple.”
Based on these observations and experiences, the well-informed Hurley made a confident deduction.
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