Alien world

Chapter 1681, Section 314: The Second Believer

South, within the Alliance territory.

Because of their proximity to Freedom Street, the Amoria family received the news earlier than the two major families at the northern pass of the Kingdom of Dimon.

"Father, Father! A letter from Annan Reeves!"

In a suburban manor, a young man with tanned skin rushed into the study.

"Oh?" Behind the desk, a middle-aged man wearing silver-rimmed glasses made by Liberty City looked up.

He had occasional contact with the Reeves family, but it was always Italia who interacted with them. This time, however, it was Annan Reeves himself who was involved—according to seniority, he should call him his nephew.

"What does the letter say?"

"I haven't seen it yet."

The current head of the Amoria family took the letter, opened it, scanned it, and handed it to his son, who was so anxious he was practically scratching his head.

"...Why is he suddenly calling us for a gathering?"

"I told you to read the newspaper more, but you wouldn't!"

"I've seen it, but I don't understand what the connection is."

The honest young man was even angrier now that he said that Annan Reeves had just wiped out a clan of ratmen and wanted to use his prestige to gather us together, perhaps to discuss taking back the North.

"What!?" the young man exclaimed, somewhat excited but also hesitant. "Then... Father, should we go?"

The head of the Amoria family grabbed a book and threw it at them: "What nonsense are you talking about? That's the North, our homeland. We've already run away once, do you want to run away a second time? We'd rather die there!"

The young man, who had been hit by a book, covered his cheek in grievance: "I didn't mean to run away..."

"Hmph, I know you wouldn't dare..."

However, the head of the Amoria family did not intend to take him along: "It's alright if I die, but we should leave a seed for the family, right?"

The young man said unwillingly, "You can have Jim make the seeds..."

"Your brother is only eight months old!" The head of the Amoria family glared and made a move to smash the book again.

The young man quickly ducked to avoid the book, but no book came flying at him. He looked up and saw his father slowly placing the book back on the table, whispering with a look of longing:

"It's been years since I last saw them. I'd like to see my old friends. I wonder how the old patriarch is doing..."

……

Letters sent to the various kings of the North have begun to receive replies.

The fastest were the Lawrence and Diatra families, followed by the Amoria family, a name Annan was unfamiliar with. Italia said that the patriarch Hines had held you when you were a child.

After she finished speaking, the eldest sister fell silent.

Annan guessed that she must be missing her younger brother, and he couldn't comfort him or even go to see him—his elder sister had to handle all the city's affairs, and she knew about it as soon as he did this.

But come to think of it, it seems like my older sister and the others never went to look for me, perhaps to avoid any misunderstanding...?
"Big sister, actually I..."

"Annan, what are you doing here?" A voice suddenly came from outside the corridor. Evelyn ran in, grabbed Anan, and tried to pull him away.

"what happened?"

Annan had no choice but to temporarily abandon his open conversation with his elder sister and instead ask the hurried Evelyn.

"Didn't you ask my employees to help you find someone? They found one." Evelyn was referring to the believer. Annan was still taking the potion every day to listen to prayers in the Misty Space, but it was only one person a day, and it also depended on luck, so he was too lazy to rush it. After routinely asking for the address and giving it to them, he handed the task of finding the person over to his subordinates.

As for now, it all depends on Jimmy and his sister contributing one strand of faith power each day. Currently, there are about thirty strands of faith power, covering approximately one-thousandth of divinity... which means it will only take a hundred years to transform into divinity!

If the believers Evelyn found are genuine, as devout as Jimmy and his sister, and not too old, then the timeframe could be shortened to fifty years.

When Annan learned that the second "true believer" was from Seltovis, his confidence soared.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that Siltovis was where Annan made his fortune, and it was also the main sales center for goods from Liberty City. Of the more than two hundred commercial streets, Siltovis consistently ranked first. Furthermore, the fact that he had found a devout follower of the Church of Wealth greatly boosted Annan's confidence.

After a month of this, have I finally drawn a believer?
Upon seeing the elderly woman sitting huddled awkwardly in the newspaper office, her face full of wrinkles, clearly nearing the end of her life, Annan fell silent.

"My Lord... is it you?"

The old woman spotted Annan, trembling as she knelt down, trying to kiss his boots. "Madam, I'm finally back in your arms..."

Annan stepped back to avoid the behavior that made him uncomfortable and gestured to the onlookers to help the old woman up.

"Miss?"

"God, I thought I would never see you again..."

Annan asked a few more questions to confirm that the old woman was... suffering from dementia and had mistaken him for a lady.

“Send the old man back to Sertovis,” Annan said, glancing reflexively at the magic vortex, only to find that there was an extra wisp of faith power.

He counted again to confirm that it was correct, a result that made Annan even more silent.

Having faith is a good thing, but what does it mean to rely on believers being mentally unstable to gain faith?

"Wait a minute, no need to deliver it..."

Annan stopped the reporter who was helping the old woman, and put on a kind expression: "Grandma, do you still have relatives in Sltovies?"

"Lord, my son is also a believer of you."

"Very well, let's bring them all over and let them bask in the lady's radiance together..."

After coaxing the old woman who could steadily generate faith power for him for a while, Annan had the guards take her to rest. He breathed a sigh of relief and said to the reporters who had been watching the commotion for a while, "You see, she mistook me for the goddess of wealth."

That's good, saves me the trouble of explaining.

The reporter's secrecy was as ineffective as the succubus's skirt.

Annan waited until the next day to observe the power of faith, and sure enough, there were two more strands than the day before.

This time there were no more questions. Annan instructed his men to register the old woman and her family for citizenship. His son also arrived, dazed and confused, as if he had just won the lottery.

He was just an ordinary merchant in Seltovis, barely making ends meet. Suddenly arriving in the "City of Dreams" and gaining citizenship was indeed no different from winning the lottery.

Annan was deeply worried about his only two followers, and asked the Skeleton Queen, "Do you know of anything that can prolong life?"

"The elves have many, but they are hard to obtain. You want to give them to a second believer?"

Yes, nowadays, the only way for Liberty City to get treasures from the elves is by stealing or robbing.

"That's it for now."

Perhaps with her "master" around, the old woman could live a few more years?
If he selects one true believer per month, he can shorten the conversion time to ten years in just one year.

(End of this chapter)