Chapter 84
Al was digging the soil carefully with a small shovel. "Let me see what the rhizome of this plant looks like. Maybe it can be eaten."
Samuel finally realized why the kid always stayed close to wild flowers and weeds along the way. He thought the young man was just curious about the unique species in the abyss, but... Haha, what do you mean by coming out for sightseeing? It's obvious that he came here to find new food!
Al pulled out a half-meter-long rhizome that looked like a yam, broke it off to reveal the purple-red interior, and it didn't smell strange... He looked up and asked the abyss native, "Is this poisonous?"
Samuel looked at him in silence. After a few seconds of silence, Al finally reacted. How could a god who once lived in seclusion from the world know such a thing?
Without hesitating for long, thinking that he had healing skills and advanced antidote potions, Al took a small bite of the strange plant. Then his eyes lit up. It tasted slightly sweet and crisp. Not bad, he took it!
Then Samuel followed the human, digging as he walked. He witnessed him get close to a tender yellow flower to smell it, then start to feel dizzy and nauseous, then he cast a healing spell on himself and continued to look for new plants.
In Winster's memory, when they lived in the small town of Lissey, the young boy Al often took him into the forest to find some edible plants, and then spent a lot of time studying how to cook them deliciously.
Life was very simple at that time. There was no magic, no responsibilities, and no threat of competition. The daily busyness was just to enrich life and make money to support the family.
Samuel could understand why the young man used to focus on food, but now Al had everything he needed, so he was puzzled as to why the boy was still so determined.
The God said speechlessly: "Why are you so greedy?"
Al was tasting a dark red berry and defended himself: "No, it's all about making money, it's not shabby."
He had a general interest in food. Although he could go without food for a few days with his strength, he was used to a fulfilling life and it was difficult for him to live a boring life that only focused on improving his magic.
If he's lucky, he could live for thousands of years. If he doesn't create some delicious food, what will he do if people get tired of the hundreds of dishes he's developed before?
Of course, making money from the catering business is also a major goal. Every time I buy rare potions and alchemical puppets at the auction, I spend money like water!
Al remembered that he had several plans that required upfront investment, and sighed, "There's not enough money..."
Samuel was disgusted by the boy's lack of ambition and asked, "Aren't the things in the temple treasury enough?"
Although they have been human for nearly twenty years, neither Winster nor Samuel cares much about property. In their perception, the most important thing is always strength. With strength, you have everything.
Since Samuel didn't have much need for external things, he had no idea about money and property. Perhaps the things in the treasury were not enough for the little boy...
His narrow black eyes narrowed slightly, his expression eager to try, "Shall I take you to rob a few mineral veins?"
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"Ah? No, calm down!" Al didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Has he recovered his former strength and yet he is so arrogant? Has this guy lived for tens of thousands of years and ended up being a dog? Why is he so impulsive?
Soon Al realized what Samuel had said before. He widened his eyes slightly and asked in disbelief, "You mean... I can use everything in the treasure house?"
Samuel leaned against the thick tree trunk and looked at him lazily, "These are all worthless things. Take them if you want to use them."
He had seen all kinds of good things in the past, and over time, he felt that external things were just so-so, so now he doesn't have much pursuit for material things, and he is not greedy. It is no problem for him to share his treasures with the little ones.
He was raised by this human when he was weak, so there is nothing wrong with taking over and raising him now. Samuel doesn't like to owe favors to others.
Al opened his eyes brightly. Wow - this trip to the abyss completely changed his impression of this god.
Before: A bad, rebellious, older person with a second-year syndrome.
Now: A righteous, generous and straightforward brother!
Al was very touched. It felt like his eldest son, whom he had raised patiently, was using his hard-earned money to buy him a car and a house. What a filial son!
Excited, Al rushed over in two steps, put his arm around Samuel's shoulders, and said without thinking: "Good brother! I have loved you for so many years!"
Samuel: “……?”
The young man's shovel covered in dirt almost stabbed the Lord God. Samuel grabbed the man's collar and pulled him away, "Stand still."
He frowned, looking very disgusted with the useless appearance of the handsome young man. In fact, he really liked the way Al looked at him with such admiring eyes. It was just that the kid still hadn't condensed a power of faith, which made Samuel a little disappointed.
Although he was touched, Al had no real intention of taking any of Samuel's belongings. He continued walking forward, observing all the new species, and by the way further explaining his "unproductive" behavior in the other party's eyes.
"In fact, it's not just for making money. The restaurants I opened helped me collect a lot of faith power, so I want to try my best to run them well."
Samuel's eyelids jumped, "What?"
Al scratched his cheek sheepishly, "Just some regular customers. They kind of admire me."
To say that he is worshipped is an understatement. The guests call the restaurant owner the God of Food! He is the first new god born in the world after the God War Era!
When Al went to eat at the restaurant, he often saw customers doing the Namaste gesture, and the words of praise that came out of their mouths were even more disgusting than the eulogy written by the priest to the God of Light! Even the swordsman who was least interested in gods was willing to call him a god!
Al kept his childhood promise. After making a lot of money, he made a golden statue of the God of Wealth. In each branch, he placed a half-meter-tall gold-plated statue as a mascot.
And in this era when the God of Light is in power, he would never dare to claim that this restaurant belongs to the God of Wealth, otherwise the restaurant would have been targeted by the Temple of Light as a heretical organization.
But he didn't need to explain to the public who this was. The guests naturally regarded the sculpture as the restaurant owner, and no one was curious about the identity of the restaurant's real owner, which saved Al a lot of trouble.
Looking at the statue's smiling face and round belly, the guests felt it was friendly, festive and wealthy, and their favorable impression of it doubled. They believed that it was a carving of the original appearance of the God of Food, which attracted many people to express gratitude and worship before eating.
They worship the God of Wealth, but their faith and worship is directed to the restaurant owner - so the power of faith gathered in the guests' hearts falls on Al.
Al gave a brief explanation and Samuel's mouth twitched. He thought that the God of Wealth was something the kid made up to coax Winston when he was young, but he didn't expect that he really took it seriously.
No wonder the young man never gave Him even a little faith. It turned out that faith had gone somewhere else... But He was so good to him, why did He treat him worse than something that didn't exist? !
Samuel's face turned cold, "There is no God of Wealth in the world."
Of course, Al believed in Samuel's judgment as a local god, but when they chatted, they just talked about everything. "But there are gods who control plagues or the four seasons, so why can't there be a god who controls wealth? There is a saying in my hometown that goes 'It is better to believe in something than not to believe in something'. We businessmen like to believe in the God of Wealth."
In fact, he was not so superstitious in his previous life. Now he believes that everything is possible.
Samuel was silent for a moment, then suddenly chuckled, "We? It seems that this god is very popular in your hometown."
The young man paused, suddenly ran a few steps to the side, squatted down and dug up a vine plant, "Ha, I knew there was something good at the root."
It was useless to change the subject. Samuel did not let him go. He stood beside the young man, stroking his white neck with his fingertips, and asked, "Which hometown?"
The forest was very quiet, especially when neither of them spoke. Samuel's hand rested lightly on Al's neck, making his presence more obvious.
Al's scalp felt numb, and he couldn't tell whether it was because he was too sensitive or because of the threat brought by having his vital parts grasped.
He turned to look at Samuel. Even though he was lying, his clear blue eyes looked particularly sincere. "Of course it's the town of Lisai. What else?"
"I don't remember anyone else in Lisai mentioning the God of Wealth."
Al was unreasonable and confident, "What do you remember? You, or Winster, have never had a serious conversation with other people. You may have even forgotten the name of the aunt closest to our family."
Samuel choked. The brat was right. Those insignificant people would never leave much impression in his mind. But...if there really was such a god of wealth emerging to compete with the God of Light for believers, Pastor Kevin would definitely talk about it often. He had never heard any complaints about it.
"Tsk." Samuel pulled the young man's high ponytail unhappily, but did not ask any further questions.
He knew how much nonsense the brat was capable of talking. Asking him further would only be a waste of time. If he pressed him seriously, he would probably get angry and then ignore him.
The kid is now spoiled and has a bad temper - thinking this, Samuel did not consider what was wrong with this.
Al breathed a sigh of relief, yet at the same time felt a little surprised at Samuel's compromise.
Not long after he relaxed, a little guilt began to grow. He didn't know whether Samuel simply trusted him or had a backup plan so he was fearless. He hardly hid anything from him and was so good to him, but he... was he really going to keep it a secret forever?
His psychological defenses began to loosen, and Al sighed, preparing to take things one step at a time.
At first, Samuel just followed the young man, stopping and walking, and stood by idly. Seeing that he looked bored, Al gave the basket to him.
Then the god would have a stern face, carrying that stupid vegetable basket. Sometimes, he couldn't stand the mess inside and would start to tidy it up.
After Al turned around and saw this scene, he turned around and smiled secretly. It was such a cute contrast!
An unknown amount of time had passed before Al was attracted by a faint fragrance and followed the smell to a forest of flowers.
The trunk is at least twenty meters tall, with lush branches and leaves, and white flowers that look like magnolias.
"What kind of flower is this? If it's not poisonous, you can try making flower cakes."
Samuel raised his eyes and said, "White Moon Tree, I wonder if it is poisonous."
There are few pure white plants in the abyss. Because of its fragrance and color, this tree is quite famous in the abyss.
Al was somewhat relieved that this native could finally be called out by a name.
The two flew up the tree. Samuel was fed a petal to see if it would be poisonous, while Al was looking for seeds.
Soon after——
"Your clothes don't match this face. Change into this one."
"So many pieces? Humans really don't mind the hassle, layer upon layer... Damn, I'll have to take them off anyway, so what's the point?"
Hearing a sound coming closer and closer, Al saw two figures walking towards him through the gaps between the leaves.
I haven't seen her face yet, but the female voice is very familiar, it's the succubus Anita.
The two stopped not far away to change clothes. After a while, Anita's male companion said, "Okay, are you satisfied now?"
Anita frowned, "That's not enough, your voice has to become like his too."
Soon, the male companion spoke again, "Is it like this?"
The voice becomes soft and pleasant, gentle and comfortable, and it is difficult to get angry when talking to such a voice.
Al and Samuel, who was in a daze, were both stunned, and felt that the voice was very familiar...
The young man gently pushed aside the branches that blocked his view and saw Anita, who was still wearing thin clothes as always, and...
Al rubbed his eyes and looked again - he was not mistaken, why was there a person below who looked exactly like him??!
He had silver hair, blue eyes and a fair and handsome face. After all, he was just over twenty-one and still had some of the immaturity of a teenager. He was dressed in a white robe with gold patterns, a typical priest style of the Temple of Light, and looked solemn and cold.
Al stared at it carefully, and then saw Anita began to undress her male companion...
He turned stiffly to look at Samuel, wanting to ask if the other saw the same scene as he did. He now suspected that the White Moon Flower had hallucinogenic and aphrodisiac effects.
However, there was more confusion in Samuel's eyes than in his. It was obvious that the pure virgin who had lived for tens of thousands of years had never seen this kind of play. At this moment, he was thinking the same thing as Al: was it because of the flowers he had just eaten that poisoned him?
Under the tree, Al was delighted by Anita's obsession, and a smug smile appeared on his lips. The succubus slapped him on the face twice in dissatisfaction, "Don't laugh, I just like his indifferent look."
"El" flattened the corners of his mouth, "That's a lot to ask. You'd better do the same next time you become a divine messenger."
True El on the tree: “…”
Samuel: “…………”
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