I loaded the dream game

Since it doesn’t cost any money, why don’t you make a wish together?

Irena put aside her worries and imitated the prayer postures of the people in the church that she had seen before. She interlocked her fingers and clasped them in front of her chest. She closed her eyes and lowered her head, muttering to herself:

“Please give me money…”

"..."

"..."

After waiting for a while, nothing happened. Irena took out her wallet and took a look. There were still only a few coins in it, and there was no change.

"what the hell……"

There was obvious disappointment in Irena's eyes.

Even gods are not omnipotent.

...Or was it that I didn't pray sincerely enough?

After thinking about it, Irena decided to try again.

"My kind-hearted God..."

She closed her eyes again and expressed her wish in a sincere tone:

“…Please make me rich.”

"It's no use for you to do this."

A strange voice came from beside her, interrupting the girl's prayer.

Irena opened her eyes and found that the person speaking was a man in priest's clothes.

"I'm sorry, I was too serious just now. Could you please say it again?"

"I told you it's no use." the man repeated.

Irena found it a little absurd that a pastor came to remind a non-believer like her that prayer was useless. Was the atmosphere of this church so open?

"Are you...modern?" she asked after thinking for a moment.

The pastor was slightly stunned: "What is that?"

"It means non-believers." Irena explained simply.

"What are you talking about? How can someone who doesn't believe in religion be a believer?" The pastor frowned and denied it on the spot: "I have an extremely devout belief in Goddess Antinoia and the Supreme God."

"Then why did you just say that prayer is useless?" Irena asked puzzledly.

The pastor shook his head: "I'm not saying that prayer is useless, but praying like you is useless."

Irena was even more confused.

Was my posture just now wrong? Or is it just like my birthday wish, which cannot be spoken out loud?

Seeing the confused look on the girl's face, the priest began to explain: "Look, as the god who created the world and all living things, there must be many people who believe in him."

Irena nodded. Although she heard that the church in this world did not force people to believe in it, the people she met along the way seemed to basically believe in that god. It could be said that it had become a social attribute.

"Since there are so many believers, the Lord God must receive a lot of prayers every day..." The pastor continued, "Even Lord God must have limited energy, right? Among tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of prayers, the probability of him paying attention to your prayer is even smaller..."

Irena nodded subconsciously, feeling that it made sense.

If I were in your shoes, facing so many prayers every day, I would definitely not read all of them one by one. It would be great if I could pick two to read every day according to my mood.

If you think about it this way, it seems really unlikely that the God will choose your wish exactly.

"Then tell me, what can be done to make it effective?" she asked humbly.

"It's very simple." The pastor said confidently, "Since the probability is very small, all we have to do is increase the probability."

The so-called probability is nothing more than the numerator divided by the denominator. Faced with a huge denominator, as long as you can find a way to increase the number of numerators, you can naturally increase the probability of your wish being successful.

"We set up a mutual aid association, collected and integrated everyone's wishes and recorded them on a form, and then called on a large number of believers to pray for the same wish continuously on the same day through a rotation method."

The pastor introduced her to the girl with a smug look on his face.

"High density, three shifts, making full use of the time windows that other believers rarely use, mobilizing our collective advantages, and continuously sending large numbers of prayers, the gods will always notice our wishes."

"Wow, that's amazing..." Irena couldn't help but exclaimed.

Hearing the girl's exclamation, the pastor became even more proud and invited her:

"How about it? Do you want to join us..."

"But on the other hand, there's a possibility that God simply won't respond to you, right?"

Before he could finish his words, he heard Irena say this.

"...Huh?" He was stunned for a moment.

"Look, whether or not a wish is granted depends on God's mood, doesn't it?"

Seeing the astonishment on the priest's face, Irena tilted her head and said, "If it were me, I would get annoyed if I received the same wish from the same group of people every day and ignored them but they kept sending it. If I'm in a bad mood, I might even blacklist you all and ignore you."

Listening to the girl's words, the pastor gradually opened his eyes and a panicked expression appeared on his face.

"By the way, have you ever succeeded with this method?"

Irena's subsequent words completely extinguished the last glimmer of hope in the pastor's heart.

……

Looking at the pastor's lonely back as he left in frustration, Irena hesitated in her heart, wondering whether she should go up and ask for the consultation fee.

...Forget it, just consider it as the accommodation fee for last night.

The girl shook her head and thought to herself, then turned around and left the church.

As for what the pastor would choose to do after returning, that was a story that had nothing to do with her.

Chapter 399 Irena: Is there something wrong with the novels in this world?

Bathed in the morning sunshine, the dew-covered flowers and plants reflected the sparkling light.

The caravan's carriages were driving on the simple road in the grassland. The sound of the wheels rolling over the soil, rocks, flowers and plants came into the ears along with the breeze.

It seemed that it had rained last night, and the air was filled with a faint fragrance of soil soaked by rain.

Leaning on the edge of the car window, admiring the beautiful scenery outside the window that seemed to cleanse the body and mind, Irena felt that it seemed quite nice to travel in a carriage like this occasionally.

Of course, it would be better if it could be a little smoother.

The girl thought so in her heart as she felt the unrelieved bumps and shaking beneath her body.

Since she couldn't use her magic indiscriminately, she gave up her previous habit of flying and chose to hitchhike on a caravan to the next city.

The negotiation process was also very smooth. Just by helping the owner of the caravan repair a carriage that was crushed by the cargo, I received a lot of admiration and permission to go with him. Compared to the 18 mana required for continuous flight, it was a good deal.

By the way, as if fearing that she would be bored on the road, the owner of the caravan also gave her two novels and a book that seemed to tell stories about the gods of this world, but Irena just glanced at them and couldn't continue reading.

It wasn't because the stories were boring, nor was it because she was disgusted by such religious books. It was mainly because the road was too bumpy, and if she read books in such conditions, she would feel carsick and nauseous after a while.

In fact, apart from the rationality, some of the stories in it are still quite interesting in her opinion... For example, the God created the moon with three sentences, the goddess Antinoia created life with blood, and the goddess actually has a crush on the God of Gods but has never dared to confess...

Oh, the latter part is from two other books similar to fan fiction. I remember the titles were "Antinoa's Love Story" and "I Got Reincarnated as a Goddess, It's Impossible for Me to Fall in Love with God-sama". I heard that these two books are currently bestsellers in bookstores.

These people, on one hand, claim to believe in and respect the gods, but on the other hand, they are making up gossips about the gods.

Irena complained in her heart.

But then again, since it has been written like this, doesn’t the goddess named Antinoia care?

Or... does she not exist at all?

As the girl was thinking this, she felt the carriage gradually stop.

"Ms. Irena, we're here."

A reminder from the caravan owner came from outside the car, and only then did Irena realize that the caravan had arrived at the gate of a city.

Unlike ordinary travelers, the caravan had to go through a cumbersome registration procedure to enter. Irene, who had no intention of continuing to travel with them, said hello to them, then jumped off the carriage and walked into the city alone.

Compared with the previous city, this city is obviously much more prosperous, with bustling crowds coming and going. The streets seem to be under control, and there are no street vendors. Instead, there are well-decorated stores, which look much more formal.

Irena thought to herself and stopped in front of a bakery.

"...three copper coins each." Glancing at the girl standing at the door, the salesgirl said coldly.

So that’s what it is. It’s a shady shop.

"Store rents in big cities are so high, so it's only natural that they sell at a higher price in order to recover costs, right?"

The saleslady explained.

"That being said... isn't tripling the price still too outrageous?" Irena expressed her concern about the prices in big cities... Given the rising trend, would she really have to sleep on the streets tonight?

"Three times?" The saleswoman was slightly stunned. "Which price are you talking about?"

"Is it the city in the east called 'Koiya'?" Irena showed a puzzled expression on her face.

"That's strange." The saleswoman thought for a moment and said, "If I remember correctly, the average price there should be about the same as the market price."

Irena had a bad feeling in her heart.

"Excuse me, but could you tell me what the current market price is?"

"One copper coin for two loaves of bread," the salesgirl replied.

Irena: "..."

"Excuse me, where is the church in this city?" She asked very politely after a moment's silence.

"Just walk down this street...what can I do for you?"

"I want to report that someone is illegally collecting and using counterfeit money."

By the way, let me ask if there is any law similar to the "Price Law" in this world...

"..."

……

Simply collecting the evidence without using it does not constitute a crime... Irena was persuaded by this statement.

Walking on the busy street, she held her stomach and sighed helplessly.

In this huge city, there wasn't even a fountain, which temporarily shattered her idea of ​​drinking water to fill her stomach.

If I had known this earlier, I would have had a meal with that caravan before leaving... I don't know if I will run into them if I go back now.

Irena thought so and took weak steps forward... then she stepped back.

"This is……

Looking at the crowded square not far away and the wooden sign that looked like a billboard in front of the square, Irena tilted her head slightly and read the words written on the top...

"The commission column... your best choice for a part-time job...?"

Chapter 400: Miss Irena is struggling to make a living

"Please help me restore my country."

In a remote courtyard somewhere in the city, the girl with long chestnut hair said this to Irena seriously.

"Restore... the country?"

Irena glanced at the letter of entrustment in her hand and asked in confusion, "But, doesn't it say 'help find valuable lost items'?"

"It's impossible to write down something like restoring the country openly on a letter of authorization and then casually post it on the commission column where everyone can see it, right?" explained the chestnut-haired girl.

That does make sense, but... you just told me this directly, don't you think it's a bit casual?

Irena wondered in her heart.

"The Empire destroyed my country with despicable means, usurped God's grace, and distorted people's beliefs. As the only orphan, I have the obligation to correct all of this." The girl said seriously.

So, don't tell me this kind of thing.

Irena felt a little troubled.