"Of course."
"Then..." the child asked doubtfully, "Who is our God? Why don't we know him?"
"Because you don't have God." Lyle said, "The people here don't have God."
"We don't have gods?!" the children asked in horror, "Have we been abandoned by gods?"
"Of course not. Damn it, why do you care about God's business?" Lyle waved his hand and decided not to talk about God with these guys. "Let's talk about something else. Um——Do you know what I do?"
"You are an angel."
"I mean my job."
"Do angels still need to work?"
"Of course I need it. I'm a businessman."
"What is a businessman?"
"It's the person who pays for the goods."
"What is money?"
Lyle:
Only then did he remember that people in the contracted land never had to pay to get seeds here.
After a long explanation, the children finally understood what the merchant meant, and then asked excitedly, "What are you selling?"
"That's a lot." Lyle was even more excited when talking about his main business. "I am the most outstanding businessman in the world, a gold businessman. Do you know what a gold businessman is? I am the number one gold, silver and bronze businessman. You have no idea how powerful I am out there. My current achievements are all due to my hard work and a little bit of luck. Now I have got the most profitable job."
"The most profitable job?"
"Yes," Lyle said with a smile, "I have started trafficking people—"
He suddenly froze in the middle of his words.
He looked at the child in front of him who was looking at him expectantly, but his mind flashed back to the other group of children he saw in those prisons that night, and the words that were on the tip of his tongue suddenly stopped.
"Angel?" the children asked, "We didn't hear clearly what you said you were selling."
Lyle was silent for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Nothing, just some kid's stuff, toys and stuff."
The children here didn't know what toys were, but they could feel that Lyle's mood suddenly became a little low, so they immediately panicked, thinking that they had done something wrong, and quickly apologized.
"Why are you apologizing?" Lyle shook his head, threw away the weird thoughts in his head, clapped his hands and said, "Let's talk about something else. Um - do you want to go out into the world?"
"Going to heaven?"
"No, it's the outside world. Whatever you think is heaven is heaven." Lyle looked at the children in front of him with hope. "Go to the places I just mentioned, the Rhine, the Holy Sound, and the Lyra. Go to these places."
The children looked at each other, and then one of them asked timidly, "We are not angels, we cannot go to heaven."
"I've already said it, it doesn't matter," Lyle said, "Anyone who wants to go can go."
He turned around and pointed at the fog outside the village.
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