I, the god, recruit witches to make money

Komori Aoi responded to her enthusiasm with a smile, then turned to Kamanagi Rin and smiled even sweeter, "Kanagi too, you have such a gorgeous appearance, you are worthy of being a young lady."

"Of course." Kaminagi Rin said with a straight face, and then showed a smile as clear as the Arctic Ocean, "We should celebrate today."

"Let's go to the hotel! Have a big meal!"

Guilongyuan Misaya raised her arms and shouted, and Caesar also roared in response when he heard about food, looking very excited.

"Well, let's go out and have a nice meal."

Shiraishi did not object to her suggestion. He took out his cell phone and sent a message to Fujiwara Ryugen first to put an end to the matter of the Spring God Sect.

Let’s celebrate this happy event properly.

……

Ding.

The screen of the mobile phone on the desk lit up. Fujiwara Ryugen took a look, unlocked it, and quickly replied to the emoticon he received.

A relaxed smile appeared on his face.

With this person taking action, everything becomes much easier.

But over-reliance may also cause unnecessary trouble.

Try not to disturb that person’s life in the future.

These thoughts were running through Fujiwara Ryugen's mind.

The door of the office opened silently, and the shrine maiden walked into the room holding the daily expenditure documents of Ise Jingu Shrine. Seeing his rippling smile, she said expressionlessly: "Please don't chat with those women in the bar during working hours."

"Yuxu-chan is really too much. Uncle is seriously dealing with the important matter of Ise Jingu."

Fujiwara Ryugen spoke up for himself, turned his phone screen towards her, and said seriously: "If you don't believe me, look at the time the message was sent. It was just now. I was handling official business in the Saga Sealed District."

A hint of surprise flashed across Fujiwara Yuo's pretty oval face as she asked, "The Spring God Cult is completely wiped out?"

The collapse of an organization that had been entrenched in Japan for thousands of years made it difficult for her to conceal her shock, but when she looked at the note on the message, everything seemed reasonable.

In that case, it's not surprising that he can do such a thing.

Her expression returned to being cold.

"This is the daily expenses of Ise Shrine. Please review it, Master Priest."

"Compared to this, Yuxu-chan should apologize to uncle."

Fujiwara Ryugen suppressed the information. He couldn't bear an unjust accusation and had to clear his own image.

"I'm sorry." Fujiwara Yuo apologized. Even if he had been caught chatting and flirting with someone in the bar a dozen times before, he needed to apologize if there was a misunderstanding once.

This is also a matter of course.

She bowed, turned and walked outside, thinking about the three priestesses of Nohara Shrine. She had to intensify her own training and not be left too far behind.

When Fujiwara Ryugen saw her leave, he put away the smug smile on his face, moved the documents of daily expenses away, stared at the documents related to France, and murmured: "Joan of Arc..."

Someone recently submitted a proposal to the Round Table Conference of the City of Dawn, which was to condemn Joan of Arc.

The plan to create a man-made god is too crazy.

If uncontrollable factors arise, humanity will face another disaster.

However, this proposal was not passed unanimously, with 60 percent of the people opposing it, believing that the proposal violated the freedom of extraordinary people to pursue magic.

According to previous rules, as long as the research on magic does not involve any violation of humanity, no magic should interfere.

Jeanne's magic of creating gods does not seem to be very inhumane, it simply intercepts the power of people's faith.

The proposal was therefore rejected.

But Fujiwara Ryugen felt that the concerns mentioned in the proposal did exist.

However, there is nothing wrong with the reasons for opposition mentioned above.

"I hope I'm overthinking it."

Fujiwara Ryugen murmured, put the proposal aside, and continued his work at Ise Shrine.

……

Paris France.

Believers from all over the world flocked to this city, which was once hailed as a fashion capital in various movies and novels.

In this increasingly turbulent world, believers can only seek a little comfort from their faith in God.

People gathered in the square.

The voices of prayer were not specifically unified by anyone, but they were incredibly synchronized.

Ten thousand people are like one person praying.

Outside the square, people who were working continued to make a living, not affected by the praying crowd at all, thinking about today's work or what to do tomorrow.

There are also some people who shoot short videos there and upload them to YouTube and Tik Tok to gain traffic and attention.

Some bloggers who want to attract attention have unique views on such behavior, such as disturbing others, affecting traffic order, etc.

Some people are scolding, and naturally there are people who support what the blogger said.

Even eating shit can cause different opinions among netizens on the Internet.

In a hotel some distance away, a woman with golden curly hair leaned on the balcony railing, holding a telescope and watching the scene in the square. The beauty mole at the corner of her mouth moved with her smile, "Devoted faith is such a terrifying power."

"As for faith, I remember that some magic can be performed with the faith of others. However, because it is necessary to cultivate believers, it was eventually abandoned by the extraordinary people."

Adolf, with her long burgundy hair, walked to the balcony carrying desserts, instantly bringing the climate here back to early March.

It's not cold, but like the air after a March rain, slightly chilly, which can lift your spirits when you breathe it in.

Her voice is just so pleasant.

"Well, if you want to create gods through faith, Ise Jingu also has similar worship techniques, but it is the first time in the history of the extraordinary that such a huge momentum has been achieved, and even the intention to establish a kingdom of God has been achieved."

Gao Liujing replied with a smile.

They were here because of the proposals of the round table meeting. The proposal of condemnation was rejected, but the proposal of surveillance passed smoothly.

This is the first time in human history that a god has been created, and it is a case that may be close to success, so everyone wants to get the relevant information first.

Maybe it will come in handy in the future.

"It's the first time in history. The latest first time is really becoming more and more frequent."

Adolf remarked on this fact in a calm tone and scooped the mango pudding into her mouth.

Gao Liujing tilted her head and asked, "Where's my share?"

"How did you get the illusion that I was helping you get dessert?"

Adolf also tilted her head, somewhat puzzled as to where her confidence came from.

"What a cold partner you are. Can't you be a little more enthusiastic towards me sometimes?"

Gao Liujing certainly knew that the woman in front of him would not give it to him, but he just liked to say that to make her feel troubled.

Even a little bit can make her enjoy it.

She walked into the living room, took out a box of ice cream from the refrigerator, sat casually on the sofa, opened the lid and asked, "What do you think God looks like?"

"I don't know. I never believed in that."

Adolf answered casually.

As a supernatural being, she never believed in gods, demons or anything else, and only believed in the magic weapons in her hands.

That is what keeps her safe.

Gao Liujing narrowed her eyes and said, "I am quite curious about what God looks like."

"You want to go in and take a look?"

"Adolf-chan knows me very well."

"The order from above is to monitor outside, not to infiltrate. I will not accompany you to do unnecessary things."

Adolf emphasized this point. Her cooperation with Gao Liujing on the mission was based on their own sense of responsibility for their work, rather than any deep comradeship between them.

She would never take risks with Gao Liujing unless ordered to do so.

Gao Liujing didn't expect her to take risks with him. He narrowed his blue eyes and asked, "Will you tell tales?"

"of course."

Adolf answered in a decisive tone.

"let it go."

Gao Liujing shrugged her shoulders, but she didn't give up in her heart. Rather, her Yin-Yang magic had already been activated on the balcony, and she was telling it now just to tease Adolf.

She never thought of asking for his opinion.

The painted gadget flew through the air, over the square where tens of thousands of people were sitting cross-legged in prayer, and approached the entrance of Notre Dame de Paris.

Just as it was about to enter, the gadget was pierced by a beam of light that was too tiny to be visible, and a bit of ink evaporated into the air and dissipated.

Gao Liujing's vision went dark, and he smiled and said, "It's really dangerous."

"?"

Adolf glanced at her, not knowing why she suddenly said it was dangerous, and remained silent.

Eating mango pudding silently.

Mmm, delicious.

……

Inside Notre Dame de Paris.

The boy floating in the church has grown into a young man, bigger than before, and the world in his arms is becoming clearer and clearer.

Scenes flashed by, not only green mountains and clear waters, but even animals representing life appeared in that world.

The world and God have both become perfect, but they have yet to open their eyes, as if they want to wait a little longer.

The blonde girl in gorgeous silver armor looked up at the god she created. She did not pray as usual, but had a very cold expression on her face.

"Captain."

A soft cry sounded, and Tissi took small steps closer, reporting: "Someone tried to control a certain magic creature to break into Notre Dame, but was destroyed at the door by the magic barrier."

She didn't lower her head, but quietly studied the captain's expression.

From indifference gradually turned into calmness, as if the soul that had been sucked away returned to the body.

Jeanne said, "Really? The situation stabilized faster than expected, but it doesn't matter. The birth of God cannot be delayed, and no one can stop it.

He will wake up soon.”

"We never doubted it, it's just, are you okay?"

Tissi bit her lip and mustered up the courage to ask the question.

As the personal guard of the leader of the Knights Templar, she has always been concerned about Joan of Arc's living habits and physical health.

In her eyes, Captain Jeanne had been acting more and more abnormal recently. She used to pray constantly, but now rarely did she pray at all.

He always looks at the god who is about to be born with a worryingly cold expression.

Like a puppet.

She was not the only one who held this view. Some members of the Paladin Order also held similar views.

Everyone was worried that something might have gone wrong with the deification ritual, and that it might backfire on the caster, Captain Jeanne d'Arc.

"What can I do for you?"

Jeanne turned her head, a look of confusion flashing across her eyes.

Tissi thought for a moment and said, "I haven't seen you praying recently. You always stare at God in a daze. We are all worried about your mental state."

"It's okay." Jeanne shook her head and explained to her, "I am just implanting my own will into God's brain, so that He, who has not yet opened his eyes, will have the ability to distinguish right from wrong and know how to protect believers.

It will be fine after a while.”

At this point, Jeanne seemed a little tired, and waved her hand, saying, “If there is nothing else, you can go down.