They all call me an Outer God.

Witches attract everyone to love them.

Because they are born to be the spokespersons of beauty. Apart from witch hunters, who would not like beautiful witches?
Many people blushed when they saw Leilana for the first time, and the only thing they could think of was "Oh my God, she is so beautiful."

But there are still many people who are quite fearful, because they subconsciously divide people into different classes, and they belong to the lowest class.

"It's okay." Leilana gestured for everyone to stand in front of the statue of trade.

"Pray to Him, the Lord of Trade will protect all of you. In the eyes of God, all things are equal."

“Is it really equal?”

Sullivan looked up and saw a statue made entirely of gold. The god's face was covered by a cloak. He held a scale in one hand and a sword in the other. He held the scale high up, while he leaned the sword on the ground like a walking stick.

On His shoulder, a strange-looking creature spread its wings, as if it could take off at any time.

"What kind of creature is that?"

Sullivan inquired.

"That is the Lord's offspring, His favorite follower—a mythical creature whose prototype is unknown. The most rumored version is a dragon."

Leilana replied.

"So this god's offspring is a dragon? Then is the Lord of Trade also a dragon?"

"This is an interesting idea. Why do you think so?" Leilana looked at him curiously.

"Because you see, the Lord of Trade is in charge of trade and is the embodiment of money. And according to legend, dragons also like treasures. So shouldn't the Lord of Trade be a dragon?"

"No, He's not." Leilana thought Sullivan's idea was very bold, but she suddenly thought, there are so many species to choose from, why did Sval have to come as a dragon?

Riya chose the power of trade as the embodiment of wealth, while Shival chose to appear beside him as a dragon that favored treasure.

"He wants to protect Him. This is probably family love."

Thinking of this, Leilana couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, and Sullivan also began to feel that this almighty god did not seem to be without humanity.

He stood in front of the Trade God statue holding the paper with the prayer written on it and asked Leilana, "Can I pray to Him?"

“Of course, but the Lord may not respond to you.”

"It's okay. I just want to pray to Him. This is my first time in church. I want to be alone if possible."

Sullivan took a deep breath, and Leilana smiled when she saw him like that, then turned around and signaled everyone not to disturb the child for the time being. During the prayer, he probably had a lot to say to the gods.

Finally waited until everyone left.

Sullivan opened the paper in his hand, looked up at the statue, and chanted the prayers aloud.

Unlike others, he knows words, which is probably his only advantage.

"The golden ruler who controls the balance of all things, the god of trade."

"The eternal dark beacon on the path to nothingness and annihilation."

“A spectator who is free from the past, present and future.”

"You make justice, you judge, you play with guilt."

"In praise of trade."

After chanting these, the statue did not react at all, but Sullivan did not expect any reaction from it. He just needed someone to talk to.

So the child bowed his head silently to the statue.

"God, I once had a happy family with parents and a sister who loved me."

"Although we are not rich, although we can't eat meat all year round, and although we live far away from the city, I still feel that I am very happy."

"You may not understand this, but I love them very much. My family always tries to scrape together money so that I can go to a city school. I have achieved what they wished and always ranked first in the school. My family is very proud of me.

But one day, when I came home with my report card, I found my parents arguing with a group of people in fancy clothes. Those people treated my family like garbage and looked at me as if I were a dog. "

"They pointed guns at my parents in front of me and shot them dead. I didn't understand why they did that. Later, I heard..."

Sullivan suddenly covered his face with his hands and laughed: "I heard, I heard...Ha, ha, ha!"

“I heard they were going to build a new golf course, and my house was right in the way!
Just because of this absurd reason, that group of damn rich people killed my parents and razed my home. If I hadn’t escaped with my sister, we would not have been spared either.”

"I thought I was very happy, but suddenly one day, I had nothing. But I thought at least I still had my sister. No matter how hard life was, I would support her even if I had to pick up trash."

"…But doesn't God love the world? Why did those people still reach out their poisonous hands to us? No one cares if we live or die. They pretend to give us food, but actually poison it.

They want us all dead, completely dead, so that their so-called city can be completely noble, magnificent and untainted by dust."

Sullivan's voice was trembling: "No one can save us. Everyone is trying to please the rich. We are just toys in the shadow of the rich.

God, if you really exist and really heard what I said, please save us... We don't want to die, we just want to live."

He lowered his head, almost bursting into tears, forming a stark contrast with the cold statue.

Sullivan stayed beside the statue and cried for a long time. When he had cried enough and was about to leave, he suddenly heard a soft "click" sound in front of him.

An eye-catching gold coin fell in front of him, and at this moment, a bunch of strange information was forcibly implanted into his brain.

This is a special gold coin.

【Only special people can get it...】

"gold?"

"Gold coins that can be... split?"

Sullivan was stunned at first, but after realizing what was in front of him, he quickly picked it up with trembling hands, almost unable to believe his eyes.

"Is this your gift? Do you hear what I say!"

In an instant, Sullivan stood up excitedly and stared at the statue. The statue remained silent, but Sullivan was so excited that he trembled on the spot.

He made a wish on the coin and watched it split into two.

If he could continue to split, he would soon become the richest man in all of Endles, even far surpassing the rich people who had humiliated him before.

By then, he would no longer have to act according to the nobles' wishes, and he could just pin them to the ground and trample on them.

This feeling is really - "Praise trade!"

Sullivan saluted the Lord of Trade fanatically. He now believed in Him completely and became His loyal believer.

However, he could have taken both gold coins, including the original one, but Sullivan seemed to be hesitant about something and only took the split one.

He thought that one gold coin was enough. One gold coin could do a lot of things. It could buy enough bread to last for several years, or it could buy enough warm clothes for everyone.

Then, as if he had received a dream gift, he bowed deeply to the statue, turned around and trotted away.

At this time, the gold coins left behind were still lying there motionless, but the eyes of the mythical creature on the statue's shoulder gradually emitted a strange golden light.

Sullivan finished his prayer, but when he saw Leilana and the others again, he fell silent.

He was hesitating, wondering whether to tell others about the gold coins. Logically, he should tell Leilana because the girl looked like a truly good person, but Sullivan did not believe that good people existed.

He only believes in himself.

To be honest, the moment he got the gold coins, what he thought about was not that he could finally live a life without worries about food and clothing, but that he had finally saved enough money to buy a gun.

The gun is a weapon that is fast, fierce, and deadly enough to kill people without them even noticing.

He became extremely excited at the thought of being able to buy a gun on the underground black market.

The noble who murdered his parents would go to the golf course on the third day of every month and would invite a large number of nobles.

Maybe the person who poisoned his sister is among them.

He could disguise himself as a caddy picking up balls, or as a child of a nobleman, and shoot them when they were least prepared.

Nothing could be faster and stronger than the feeling of personal revenge, even making Sullivan tremble all over and couldn't wait just to think about it.

The days of waiting are always long and boring.

In the following days, Sullivan and his companions settled down around the Golden Church. The people in the church were very nice. They provided them with food, shelter and jobs. In addition to repairing the church, they only needed to help with publicity for the church.

Very simple.

Sullivan also liked this kind of comfort, but he still did not forget that the third day of this month was an important day.

He took advantage of the moment when no one was paying attention, went out with the gold coins, and successfully got a gun and a considerable amount of bullets on the black market.

What can one gold coin do? It can be exchanged for a hundred silver pieces, ten thousand rupees, and a million schwarz.

It allows Sullivan to get guns and bullets from the black market, hire bodyguards and snipers willing to accompany him to the golf course as his entourage, buy a set of high-end imitation clothes, and obtain many expensive ingredients that are rarely seen in daily life.

Salmon, sturgeon roe, lobster...

Standing at the door of the restaurant and watching those rich people eating to their heart's content, Sullivan didn't know what he felt in his heart. He should envy them, but the murderous intent in his heart prevented him from giving them a good face when facing these wealthy people.

If he wanted to sneak into the golf course, he couldn't look poor or arouse suspicion.

He bought twenty bullets, and if he was lucky, he could kill ten or more people, but the prerequisite was that he had to practice how to use the gun, and finding someone to teach him also cost money.

There were places where money needed to be spent almost everywhere, and only then did Sullivan realize what kind of terrible power the Lord of Trade held.

The rich and nobles control 98% of the country's economy, while God controls everyone.

The third day of the month arrived quickly. Sullivan looked at the well-trained assassins he had hired and emphasized to them again: "We must kill them with one strike."

Those people looked at him and seemed to smile a little: "Of course we know, Master, you pay us and we help you kill people."

"You know who you want to kill, right?"

Sullivan asked again, just in case.

"Of course, we want to kill Earl Dangleton. If you want, we don't mind killing his mistress and those evil friends."

"Actually, there's a question I've wanted to ask you for a long time."

Sullivan looked at them and said, "Are you really not afraid of making enemies with the nobles after killing them?"

"Of course we are afraid. Killing the nobles will bring us unprecedented revenge. You will hire us, and those rich people will also hire detectives. They will soon find us."

"But why do you still accept my commission?"

Sullivan became more and more confused. At this time, the hired people looked at him and said something that he would never forget in his life.

"You paid us for killing someone, so we must follow your orders because the money in your hand represents the supreme authority of a god."

"Trade Authority - Whenever I propose a deal, regardless of cause and effect, right or wrong, it will be enforced."

“This is His great power, praise the trade!”

"Praise for trade!"

Those people suddenly changed their expressions and stood in front of Sullivan, making strange gestures with their hands, and their pupils were also dyed with a strange golden light.

The eagerness in their eyes when they praised the gods did not seem fake, and their piety was unquestionable.

Sullivan was stunned for a moment at this moment, because he had not noticed before that these people still believed in the Lord of Trade, but since he took the gold coins and made a deal with them, everything seemed to have changed.

Everyone reached out their hands to him, inviting him to join in praising the glory of trade, but Sullivan felt that something was amiss.

Is the Lord of Trade... a good god? Why does he feel that this one seems more like an evil god than a good god?

But the thought only flashed through Sullivan's mind, and he put it out of his mind.

No matter who the other person is, as long as he can help him achieve his goal, he should follow that person.

"So what if he's an evil god... It's better to call him an evil god. My soul was corrupted the moment I witnessed my parents' death, and he is the only one who is willing to accept me."

Sullivan suddenly smiled, and he praised the gods with those people, and then set off for the golf course.

He did not report his actions today to his companions or anyone in the church because Sullivan did not want to implicate them and he wanted to complete his revenge alone.

For this operation, he even got himself a new identity - the eldest son of Viscount Lestin.

The hired people also killed the original Viscount Lestin's child and handed the invitation letter to him. Now, he is the real little Lestin.

(End of this chapter)