They all call me an Outer God.

"Goooo?"

Little Sval moved closer to the gold coin and found that it was completely motionless and had lost Ria's scent.

But as it got closer, some knowledge that was forcibly implanted in my mind could not help but appear -

This is a special gold coin.

【Only special people can get it】

[If you still have a conscience, please put it back to where it was, because it does not belong to anyone. It is a free gold coin with independent consciousness, and it is on a journey]

[If you are in trouble, you can make a wish to it, and it will split into two gold coins to help you solve your urgent problem. You can take one of them to solve your trouble, but remember, there is no free lunch in the world, and your price will be accumulated]

[This gold coin will continue to generate new gold coins as the number of wishes is made, but remember, it is a free gold coin after all, and no one should or is qualified to take it away]

"Gu." Realizing that there was so much extra information in his mind, little Schwab rotated his head 359 degrees again and turned it back.

It picked up the gold coin and looked at it carefully several times, trying to make a wish to make it split.

So one gold coin became two.

Two became four, and four became eight.

As long as he kept making wishes, the gold coins seemed to increase exponentially. But just when little Schwab tried to make more gold coins, new information appeared in his mind.

[Swar, stop playing around. If you want to buy anything, you can buy it. I won’t charge you anything.]

"Ah!" Little Swar's ear feathers stood up and his eyes became somewhat happy.

See, this is preference.

The advantage of having a parent who is in charge of money and trade is that it does not need to pay any price for spending money, as if Leah has appeared in front of it at this moment, throwing a black card at it and telling it to spend it as it pleases.

Riya is the nicest person in the world.

Little Shiwa was so convinced.

Although it doesn't like spending money.

But there will always be people interested in money.

……

Endles, Cranbea.

"Would it be better to move that pillar a little to the left? Move it a little to the left."

"No, no, no, it seems to be too far to the left. Move a little to the right."

"It's too right. I don't like asymmetry. I hope you can rotate the pattern above so that the pillars on both sides are completely symmetrical."

"…Well, how about we go back to the first version and try it?"

Inside the newly built Golden Church, the White Rose Witch Leilana, the chief designer, was analyzing the blueprints, while poor Ermigana was struggling to move a pillar around.

In fact, he didn't understand why he had to move the pillars. These pillars neither bear weight nor can they be eaten. They are only used as partitions and decorations. Emigana felt that even a row of bricks could serve the same purpose.

But the witches who came to oversee the work didn't seem to think so.

"The Lord's church must be magnificent enough. He is a symbol of trade and the source of money. Can you bear to imagine such a being living in a brick house?"

Alice the Witch crossed her arms and watched Ermigana struggling to move the pillar. Then she suddenly thought, "Why not remove the pillar? I suddenly feel that it will be more beautiful and spacious without it."

"Oh please spare me, I'm just a fish!"

Finally, Ermigana couldn't bear it anymore. He finally realized the terrifying power of the evil Party A. He fell to the ground and refused to move no matter what.

No matter what, he is just a murloc, not a bulldozer. Murlocs cannot be used as bulldozers. To be honest, even a bulldozer would be scrapped if used like this.

Where is Saler? Where did Saler go? Why doesn’t Saler need to work?

Ermigana rolled on the ground in frustration. He fell to the ground with his head facing the door. It was only when he looked up that he discovered a strange figure appeared at the door.

He was a child who was about ten years old. He was wearing tattered clothes, as if he had just walked through a garbage dump. There was a dark oil stain at the corner of his mouth, and there was a big hole in the shoe on his foot.

Realizing that he was being stared at, the child seemed to be frightened and quickly hid behind the door. However, Ermigana quickly touched his face. After making sure that his true form had not been revealed and he did not look scary, he stood up and walked towards the child.

"Don't be afraid kid, are you here at church to pray?"

When the boy saw him approaching, he was even more frightened and ran away very fast. When Ermigana chased him out, he only saw his back.

"Why on earth would he be sneaking around the door?"

Emigana became more and more confused.

"Maybe you want to come to the church to find something to eat?"

Leilana walked over to Ermigana, shook her fingers, and a basket of steaming bread suddenly appeared in her hand.

"Cranbeya is very prosperous, but there are unexpectedly many beggars in the alleys. This is probably because the stronger the light, the darker the shadows."

She handed the basket of bread to Ermigana and said, "Go and give them food, and then bring them back. This is a good opportunity to develop the faith of our Lord."

"If a church wants to grow and prosper, it cannot rely solely on rich people. After all, the Lord is wealth itself, and the thing He lacks the least is money."

"I understand!"

Ermigan felt that he had learned a lot. He took the basket of bread and chased after him.

Not long after, he found the child in a dark alley. The boy had a pair of bright eyes. Behind him was a group of ragged beggars of all ages. Some were so old that they could only walk with the help of crutches. The youngest child had just learned to walk.

"you……"

Hermiganas looked at their eyes and was speechless for a moment. He just handed them the basket of bread and said, "This is for you. Eat it while it's hot."

“Why do you want to give us food?”

The boy's eyes revealed hostility: "Do you want to poison us and kill us too?"

"What poison? No, of course not!"

Ermigana swore that he had never harmed anyone since he was a child, let alone poisoned anyone, but those cautious people obviously didn't believe him.

In desperation, Ermigana had to pick up the bread and eat it himself. He ate it with great relish. While he was chewing the bread, he could notice that those eyes were still focused on him, and some people even swallowed hard.

Just as Hermigan was about to eat the next piece of bread, the people finally reached out to the basket and shared the bread.

Ermigana was stunned for a moment, then she started to grin foolishly as she watched them eat so quickly.

But he had not forgotten what they had just said, so he asked the boy, "What do you mean by poisoning?"

“Isn’t purge what the nobles often do?” The boy took a fierce bite of the bread, as if the bread in his hand was the flesh and blood of the evil bourgeoisie.

From his words, Emigana also learned some dark stories hidden beneath the city's glamorous appearance.

The nobles account for less than 2% of the population in Enders, but they monopolize 98% of the country's wealth.

They are arrogant and conceited, looking down on everyone except themselves and viewing the poor as ants. Recently, there have been vague rumors of the end of the world. To the poor, it makes no difference when the world ends, but those nobles are very precious about their lives.

They care, they care very much.

Those of them who knew a little bit of the truth believed that it was the civilians who brought the pollution and the virus, while others believed that since the world was going to perish, the ark that could carry hundreds of thousands of people and allow them to survive the doomsday would definitely appear.

But the number of nobles is not hundreds of thousands, which means that there will be civilians on the Ark as well. And what if the outcome is even worse, and civilians are chosen to be the ones to board the Ark, but they are not, then what should they do?

So the clever nobles came up with a plan.

They want to purge the civilians, but they can't do it too drastically.

At least not on the surface.

Therefore, they first extended their hands to the poor beggars whose status was even lower than that of ordinary people. They regarded them as wild dogs of the dark side of society and bugs that only gnawed on garbage.

Those people felt that there were dirty things in the place where they lived, so they pretended to give out some food to gain the favor of the poor, but actually put poison in it.

No one cares about the life or death of the poor. In this world, poverty is the original sin.

"My sister was poisoned to death by those scumbags."

The boy bit the bread viciously: "I will kill them, I will kill them, I will definitely kill them——"

As he bit his tongue, the way he stared at Ermigana changed again: "Your clothes are very new and look expensive... Are you also a noble?"

"No, no, how can I be a noble?"

Ermigana quickly distanced himself from the group of nobles, fearing that the kids would come up and bite him. "As you can see, I am a clergyman of the Golden Church. You can call me Ermigana."

"Ermegana? What a strange name."

"Hey, yes, my family gave me this name."

Ermigana thought of Dagon: "What about you? What is your name?"

"Sullivan."

"Okay, Sullivan, we'll be friends from now on. We're currently renovating the Golden Church and are in need of people. You can come and lend a hand. I believe the Lord of Trade will be happy to know about this."

"Lord of Trade?"

"Yes, you don't know much about Him yet, but it doesn't matter. I tell you, the Lord of Trade is the greatest savior. He symbolizes money and controls all trade in the world."

“Then He must be very rich.”

"Rich..." Ermigana couldn't help but think of Leah.

Is Riya rich?
He thought about it carefully and realized that Riya's gloves were made of artificial leather, her ring was bought at a street stall, and her clothes were pirated brands.

He seemed to have seen the trademark of the clothes before, which was TM, but when he came to the city he found out that the correct trademark was actually IM.

The more Ermigana thought about it, the more he felt that he could not go on thinking about it. It was simply terrifying. How could the Lord of Trade be so poor? How could a high and mighty God go out wearing a high imitation suit?

Fake, absolutely fake!

Ermigana shook his head frantically in his heart, because he found that Riya didn't seem to be very rich.

But can such a thing be freely told to others? Who would believe in the Lord of Trade if he had no money to tell others about it?

"Yes, He is very rich. He is the source of wealth."

Emigana lied with open eyes.

“Will believing in Him make you rich?”

"of course!"

Ermigana continued to nod against her conscience.

"All right then."

Sullivan stood up and dusted himself off: "I'm going to help the church. I want to believe in Him."

"Welcome!" Hermigana looked at a group of poor people with bright eyes. He was very satisfied with the result. As long as people are willing to gain wealth through their own labor, they are noble.

As for what the nobles thought, he was not a human being, so why should he care so much?

The Golden Church was established not long ago, and now is the time to accumulate believers.

"I will tell you His prayer. Remember not to forget it. Never mind. You can't remember it anyway. I will write it for you."

Ermigana found a piece of paper and wrote Leah's prayer, then handed it over.

He told these people to call on His name if they needed anything. Although most of the time there would be no response, it was at least a spiritual comfort.

If they really have any difficulties, they can go to those witches. The kind-hearted witches will be happy to help them.

After saying this, Ermigana led everyone to the Golden Church. The moment they stepped in, everyone had a feeling that they were being watched. From their bodies to their souls, everything seemed to be exposed under the glow.

The construction of this church almost drained out half of Leilana's family fortune. The magnificent building was designed by the top designer Leilana herself, and she almost spent all her efforts on this church.

A qualified designer will always leave behind his or her most proud work in his or her lifetime, and Leilana can guarantee that this is her most perfect masterpiece.

In order to fit the themes of "trade" and "gold", the Golden Church even has the carvings on the edges of the white pillars carved out of gold. The colorful windows made of various gems reflect the colorful sunlight, making the statue of the god of trade shine exceptionally brightly.

"Praise for trade!"

Leilana stared at the statue and couldn't help but admire it again.

In addition to being beautiful, most witches are very wealthy. After all, their potions are extremely valuable, and selling them is enough to support hundreds of people.

Once wealthy people have something they like, they will certainly not be stingy with their investment.

This is also one of the main reasons why Liya won over the witches. Now it seems that his decisions have hardly been wrong.

"Welcome to the Golden Church. I am the chief designer and investor of this church, and also one of the future bishops."

"Do you have anything you need to pray to the Lord?"

After discovering that Ermigana had brought those people back, Leilana's expression became even gentler, and she even revealed a bit of benevolence, like the brightest flower, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

(End of this chapter)