Alien world

Chapter 1592 Chapter 226. But not a believer

"You pray to God, but you don't believe in God?" Rona Gilman asked playfully.

"You wrote a letter to His Majesty the Emperor and gave it to the most unreliable old cripple postman. The next day, a group of guards showed up and said that the Emperor wanted to summon you. Do you believe it?"

Rona Gilman thought the example was very good, but she was not interested in proving it herself: "Then the Son wants to see you, will you go?"

"I go!"

Avery has all the advantages of being a magician, except for his talent. It's as if the gods said to themselves when they created him: "Hmm... a spoonful of wisdom, a spoonful of courage, a spoonful of wit, and a spoonful of humility, which should be enough for him to achieve something, but I have to give him a little setback, just talent and background... a spoonful of mediocrity, a spoonful of poverty. Oh no, I poured too much."

Avery is not being modest. If the city lord held a "Most Miserable Resident Competition", he would definitely win first place without any dispute.

Following him out, Avery quietly made marks along the way. Rona Gilman didn't care about his little tricks and returned to the commercial street.

"Ms. Rona, the next portal back to Liberty City will open in fifty minutes. Please wait."

At this moment, Avery, who was sure that they were really the Son of God, came over with a wry smile and said, "Can someone tell my friend that everything is fine?"

……

A blackboard was erected in Annan's "office": there was only a string of eight-digit numbers. Lilith's projection appeared from time to time, erasing the last two or three digits of the number and rewriting it.

That was the usage of the Liberty City Development Fund. Almost a month had passed, and they still had more than one-third left to spend.

This was the result of Lilith simplifying official duties and finding many expenses that Liberty City was paying for.

Annan now understood why Garcia was so confident when signing the contract...a normally developing territory really doesn't cost much money.

He was very unwilling to give up. With such a big sheep standing right in front of him, it would be a waste of resources if he didn't grab it.

At this time, Rona Gilman came up.

Annan turned his attention away: "Did you bring it back?"

"Well, he's a very special boy." Rona Gilman said, "He's a wizard apprentice, but his affinity for magic is not high. In order to become a wizard, he has to work several jobs during the day and meditate at night. His mother is seriously ill, his father is a gambler, and he has a pair of younger siblings to take care of."

Annan looked strange: "Is that guy a succubus?"

"what?"

"Nothing." Annan shook his head.

Rona Gilman then told him about the other person's situation, such as that he thought the voice he heard was a devil and that he had just converted to Christianity.

"Bring him in."

Avery quickly followed Losey up. He looked ordinary, and his wizard robe was clean, but it was obvious that he had been wearing it for at least four or five years.

"Lord Holy Son... I finally meet you!" Avery shouted with a look of surprise, looking more like a businessman than a wizard's apprentice.

Annan looked at him curiously: "You want wealth? How can a wizard apprentice have such a wish?"

Avery pretended to be shy: "I want to be a wizard, and I need a lot of money to buy books..."

Annan thought he would talk about his family: "Why is the book so expensive?"

Avery stood there in a daze, as if he had not expected Annan to ask this.

"I understand."

Annan immediately understood, what else could it be?

Knowledge is the ladder to the upper class. If knowledge is sold cheaply, won’t there be a lot more people sharing the cake?

Annan thought about it and thought that he could ask newspapers in various places to print books and sell them at low prices. As for being hated by some vested interests... Compared with the gratitude of the beneficiaries, that little trouble is not worth mentioning.

Coming back to his senses, Annan looked at Avery who was still waiting and continued the previous topic: "Wouldn't it be better to just ask for power?"

Avery shook his head: "The power bestowed by the gods is not earned through hard work, and... the lady is in charge of wealth. If the believers are short of money, they will definitely be generous, right?" "That's right."

Annan smiled, ignoring the longing in Avery's eyes.

It is Lady Fortune who is generous, what does it have to do with the Son of God?

Thinking about Avery's wish, giving money alone would only be a temporary solution. It was definitely not that Annan was reluctant to pay. "I will send someone to pick up your family later. As for you... I plan to let you go to the magic academy. What do you think?"

Avery never dreamed that he would have the opportunity to enter the magic academy, so he naturally agreed without hesitation.

"Also, what do you think gods should be like?"

How Annan responds to prayers is indeed a problem. Those who open their mouths and say "I" and shut their mouths are either orcs or goblins, while those who open their mouths and say "I" and shut their mouths "this saint" can ask for a few more copper coins than others when begging.

Avery hesitated, as if he felt that saying these things in front of the Son of God might be a fabrication.

"I'm not afraid, what are you afraid of?"

"I think gods should be majestic, but also compassionate..."

"Got it, go get ready." Annan seemed to be thinking about something.

Rona Gilman and Avery left, leaving Annan there repeating "I am the Son of God... I am the Son of God... I am..." trying to find the feeling.

As night fell, Annan could not wait to enter into meditation and observe the changes in the divinity.

A few minutes later, Annan's exclamation suddenly sounded under the tree in the other world:
"Where is the power of my faith?!"

……

In the mansion room, Annan grabbed Avery's neck and shook him hard: "Give me back the power of faith!"

Avery didn't dare to struggle and rolled his eyes as he was pinched.

After a long while, Annan let go of his second believer and stared at him with a bad look.

"What are you dissatisfied with?"

"Ahem... Lord Holy Son, I'm very satisfied..." Avery rubbed his neck and retched.

"No, you're not satisfied."

Words can deceive, but the power of faith cannot.

Annan entered into meditation and found that there was still only a trace of the power of faith lingering in the divinity - Avery did not thank himself.

Avery said quickly, "You helped my family and allowed me to go to magic school. I am very grateful to you..."

"No, you're not grateful."

"I'm so grateful!" Avery wanted to kneel down, but Losey held him back, so anxious that he was about to cry: "You changed my life and made me whole again. I would rather give my life for you!"

Annan felt Avery's sincerity and hesitated. Did he have to fulfill his wish directly?
He hurried to the Mage Tower and pushed open the door to the alchemy room: "Mr. Skeleton King, you must help me!"

"Calm down, Annan, calm down."

The Skeleton King said calm down twice, signaling Annan to calm down.

"What happened?"

Annan then told the story of how he found the second believer and fulfilled his wish.

The soul fire flickered slightly, and the Skeleton King said, "Perhaps there are two possibilities: His gratitude to you is not faith, and his wish must be fully realized."

(End of this chapter)