Alien world

Chapter 1591 225. The Second

The man kneeling in the church opened his eyes.

The prayer was over, and the believers around him stood up and walked out, but he was still kneeling there in a daze.

"Avery, what's wrong with you?" his companion who stood up next to him asked him.

"I……"

Avery was about to say that God seemed to have responded to him, but then he hesitated. Thinking back to the voice he heard, would God... speak like that?
He shuddered inexplicably, or was it not the voice of God, but some evil being was targeting him! ?

"I don't feel very well, as if I was marked by someone..." He didn't say if he heard a strange response.

His companion was surprised, but not worried about his friend: "Who would target you when you are so poor that you can't even afford new boots?"

"That... makes sense." Avery said shyly, rubbing his knees and standing up, "Let's go."

Avery was lucky to be an apprentice wizard.

Unfortunately for him, his affinity for magic was very low, only slightly stronger than a squib.

If I don't have any adventures in the rest of my life, I'll probably be a level 1 wizard at best.

So his life was a little better than that of a commoner, but not much.

Avery was unwilling to see the magic world open its doors to him, but then closed them again, and opened a narrow dog hole instead. He worked part-time jobs everywhere during the day, taking on tasks and putting on a smile, and took drugs and meditated at night. He spent all the money he earned on buying wizard notes and various books, and after not sleeping for several months, he could only catch up with the progress of his friends whose magic affinity was only slightly stronger than his.

The price is that now he can't even afford a pair of waterproof boots to wear in the spring.

He went to a friend to borrow money, and then his friend took him to the Church of the Goddess of Wealth and submitted an application to join the church.

"Why did you bring me to a place like this?"

"You are broke, aren't you? If you believe in the goddess of wealth, you will get the wealth of the lady."

Avery didn't really believe it. In the year when the gods lost contact, he was still a child who thought that kissing would lead to pregnancy. He had never seen a miracle. Since he had no sense of gods, not to mention that wizards were generally arrogant, there were many people like him who did not have much respect for gods.

"Really? Then why didn't you get rich?"

"Am I richer than you?" the friend patted his wallet.

"Give me half."

Avery just said that he saw the sign at the door of the church: If you develop professional believers, you will receive a reward of gold.

"No, at most 30%."

"I'll just find a believer outside and give him 1 silver coin, asking him to take me into the church. Do you think he will agree?"

"You win, let's split it evenly."

Avery was taken to register for membership in the church. When the priest heard that he was a professional, a smile appeared on his face. But when he learned that he was just a wizard apprentice, the smile disappeared and reappeared.

Although his magic affinity was low, he would become a noble spellcaster in the future. After completing the registration, Avery became a glorious follower of Ms. Fortune and received 2 gold nars.

Taking his half, he would have enough to buy 11.4 printed Mage's Notes...

Next came the initiation mass, and Avery followed the priest and the choir in chanting, praying for a pair of boots... no, praying that Lady Fortune would give him gold, silver and treasures.

You always make mistakes the first time, and Avery knew how many times he had made mistakes, so his first reaction when he heard the response was that someone wanted to harm him!

“Do other churches give money?”

Playing with the easily obtained Kinnar, Avery wanted more.

"No, the Church of Wealth is rich and powerful."

"Because of the Holy Son?" Avery had heard a few words. His friend looked around and lowered his voice: "Don't tell others... Some people in the church think that the Holy Son is a fake, and the archbishop and the saint were deceived."

"none of my business."

Avery shook Kinnar, indicating that this was what he came for.

After parting with his friends, he came to the familiar Magic Street.

"A mithril-plated breastplate, one piece of hardware!"

"Unicorn horn wand, slightly increases spellcasting stability, greatly increases the hatred value of good creatures, only thirty-three gold nars -"

Avery rushed into the bookstore on the corner and left soon with a few books as thick as fingers.

knock knock --

The next day, Avery, who had been meditating all night, just woke up when there was a knock on the door.

He opened the door and saw a delicate girl with thick black hair standing outside, with two gray-robed mages standing on her left and right.

"You're Avery?"

"It's me, who are you?" Avery glanced warily at the two people behind the girl who brought a sense of oppression.

"Were you praying to the lady for wealth yesterday?"

Avery's eyes widened immediately: "You are a devil!"

The "devil" outside the door frowned: "What nonsense are you talking about? I am Rona, the messenger of the Son of God."

……

Annan needs someone to help him find believers everywhere, because it involves divinity, and this person must be trustworthy.

He has many people he trusts, but none of them can handle the work.

It is true that Lilith has increased the efficiency of the City Lord's Mansion, but it is like a classic math problem in Liberty City University: if you release water into a 100-cubic-meter pool at a rate of 10 cubic meters per minute and drain it at a rate of 1 cubic meter per minute, how long will it take to fill the pool?
Now the water released has increased from 1 cubic meter to 3 cubic meters, but the water released is still 10 cubic meters.

——In the eyes of diligent people, there is never anything to be done.

Annan searched among the old people. Who was an old acquaintance, trustworthy, and free at the same time?

Soon, an image came to mind: Rona Gilman!
Annan and Rona Gilman met in Breeze City, and after the establishment of Star-Moon Bay, she and her brother came to join the Gilman family in order to get rid of the cannibalistic tradition.

As we all know, all mentally ill people have some artistic bacteria...or all art masters have some mental illness...or all those who have eaten human flesh have some artistic and mental qualities.

Annan had not assigned Rona Gilman a job, so she bought a shop and sold her and her brother's paintings in the shop.

It doesn’t matter if they can’t sell it, the Gilman family’s wealth is enough for them to squander for a lifetime.

An old acquaintance, very free, the key is to be trustworthy.

Like Francois, she had no roots in the Liberty City and was a lone minister who could only rely on Annan.

Annan immediately asked Losey to call Rona Gilman and secretly told her what he needed her to do.

As expected, Rona Gilman did not refuse and became Annan's second-in-command.

After the newspaper reporter who worked part-time as an intelligence agent found the target, she went to visit him with the people Annan had assigned to her.

Avery didn't believe it. Not to mention that the gods had disappeared long ago, even if they came back, why didn't they respond to those believers who were crying and shouting? Why would they respond to a layman who had only joined for more than ten minutes and couldn't even pronounce the prayers wrong?

Or it is more convincing that he was "involved in the conspiracy of some big shot".

(End of this chapter)