I, the god, recruit witches to make money

Small things like someone breaking in don’t need to be reported one by one.”

"Yes, please take care of yourself."

Tissi answered in a low voice, the worry in her eyes did not diminish, but she stopped persuading and turned to walk out of the church.

When she reached the door, Tissi couldn't help but stop and look back quietly. The stone pillars supported the dome high, and the sunlight shone through the colorful stained glass onto the girl's face.

The wooden expression was also shrouded in a sense of holiness.

Too ethereal.

Tissi did not feel any sacredness in her heart, but only felt a little scared.

Shaking her head, Tissi threw away those distracting thoughts. She must have been overthinking.

There won't be any problem.

Tissi stepped out of the door and closed the tall door little by little, and the figures of the girl and the god could no longer be seen.

Chapter 302 The God of Spring's Plan

The weather in Tokyo is getting cooler.

The gloomy sky was holding back a heavy rain.

The beautiful cherry blossoms are ready to be hit by the rain in the cool breeze.

Should we plant some cherry trees on the hills near Nohara Shrine?

Bai Shi's mind was filled with wandering thoughts. He leaned back on the soft lazy sofa, stroking the tiger's head with his hand.

My thoughts turned back to school.

Komori Aoi's eyes and limbs recovered, and she took the initiative to ask to go back to school.

The curriculum may not be able to keep up with those students, but the education and grades of Japanese public schools have always been poor, far inferior to private schools.

If the whole class is full of slackers, adding one more student with poor grades will not have any impact.

School starts today, so there shouldn't be any problems.

Shiraishi stopped stroking Caesar's head, left the beanbag, turned into the living room, and walked towards Komori's bedroom on the second floor, "Komori, I'm coming in."

As he spoke, he grabbed the sliding door and tried to open it.

"Eh?!"

The voice coming from inside sounded a little panicked. It seemed that the girl was not dressed properly and was looking for her underwear.

Shiraishi didn't stop and opened the sliding door directly.

In the clean bedroom that was so simple that it didn't even have the air of a young girl, the black-haired girl knelt on the futon, her fair and delicate cheeks slightly flushed, and she said in a panic, "Shiraishi-kun, what can I do for you?"

The light is hidden behind.

"Xiao Sen, worrying about Xiao Kui is a good thing, but secretly watching is not a good behavior, that's what a voyeur does."

Bai Shi reminded her solemnly.

Unable to use the inner ghost to keep an eye on Xiaokui's situation, this kind of protection is more terrifying than touching.

Think about it, someone is watching you all the time, even if it is with good intentions, it can still make people feel scared.

Personal privacy rights have been seriously violated.

Jun Komori was dumbfounded and didn't know how to answer for a moment.

She was just worried that her sister hadn't been to school for too long and would be bullied by other students. Especially in Japan, incidents of school bullying are rampant.

I never thought of that kind of behavior as voyeurism.

"I'm worried about my sister..." She spoke weakly, trying to defend herself.

Under Bai Shi's gaze, her voice became increasingly weak, and finally became, "Okay."

Lost, it was the first time she showed such emotion in front of Bai Shi.

Perhaps in her eyes, this is the best attitude to express anger.

Bai Shi reached out and touched her head, ruffling her short black hair that covered her ears, and pinched her face, smiling, "Don't worry, Xiao Kui will be fine."

"Yeah." Jun Komori's cheeks became even redder because of this action, and the fingertips swept across her cheeks and head.

Her heart was beating wildly, a little confused, and she couldn't tell whether it was out of love or simply the heartbeat caused by the proximity of the opposite sex.

Bai Shi took back his hand and said, "Just meditate well."

"Yes."

Jun Komori nodded, called the inner ghost back from the school, and quickly landed on the Precious Lotus Lantern.

The wine-red eyes closed.

All her messy thoughts collided with the gold nugget, and she began her meditation practice for the day.

Shiraishi left the bedroom, not forgetting to close the sliding door.

……

The next day.

The streets of Paris are a bit deserted.

The turbulent situation has caused flights from various countries to be disrupted, wealthy people have flocked to the City of Dawn, and some cross-border remote official business has been changed to online processing.

The number of people traveling abroad has dropped to an all-time low.

Industries that rely on tourists have hit a freezing point.

But people don't care much about that kind of thing.

The wide-open door to the extraordinary attracts everyone's attention. Anyone who is not trapped by life will not care about the daily necessities of life.

If all else fails, ordinary people can choose to move to the City of Dawn. The procedures are simpler than those for the rich, and it can almost be done on the same day, and you can leave on the same day.

After all, the extraordinary people in the City of Dawn need mortals to take care of their daily lives.

Gao Liujing sat in a cafe by the Seine River. The parasols outside blocked the sun. She took a sip of her coffee and said leisurely, "There's no movement."

"Yeah." Adolf sat opposite and nodded, adding it carefully. She didn't like it to be too sweet, nor did she like the bitter taste, and at the same time she didn't want to add it a second time.

"Do you think we are too idle?"

Gao Liujing couldn't help but complain when she saw that she was so idle.

"People want us to be idle. If we are busy, it will not be a good thing for the people."

Adolf poured a little at a time without blinking until she thought the amount was right, then stirred it with a spoon and savored the flavor of the coffee happily.

Moderate sweetness.

"Not bad." Her face, as cold as a killer, showed a hint of satisfaction, and she thought that she had done a good thing.

Tear open the bag and shake out the desired portion bit by bit, but this requires some skills.

Well, she just has too much free time.

I'm so idle that my brain is about to grow grass. Occasionally, I think about blowing a whistle at night to call someone over and enjoy the pleasure of the whole thing.

But considering the possibility of being discovered by Gao Liujing.

She still chose not to blow the whistle.

If she was caught, she wouldn't care. Bai Shi would probably be troubled, and secondly, it would be Gao Liujing's face.

This woman absolutely cannot accept what is on the surface.

Even if you know it in your heart.

Adolf drank her coffee, her mind already wandering to the sky, thinking about what to eat for lunch.

At this moment, there was a sudden terrifying wave in the air, and waves on the surface of the Seine River hit the shore.

She came back to her senses and turned to look at Notre Dame de Paris, where bright white beams of light shot into the sky.

……

God has awakened.

The space vibrated and distorted, causing signs of destruction inside the church.

Joan of Arc's wooden expression suddenly became interesting, her eyes widened as she stared at the god who was gradually opening his eyes.

And the members of the Paladin Order outside all rushed in here.

The guard Tissi was even more excited and asked: "Captain Jeanne, did you succeed?"

"Ah." Joan of Arc didn't know how to answer. She covered her forehead with one hand, feeling scenes and memories impacting her mind.

The head seemed to be splitting open.

“No… No!”

She let out a low roar from her throat, threw away Tissi beside her, and shouted to the members of the Paladin Order behind her: "No, He is not God, He is Nicholas!"

"What?!" Tissi's expression was a little surprised, and the other members of the group were even more shocked.

They didn't know who Nicholas was, but they could hear the change in the leader's tone, which seemed to mean that there were unforeseen problems in the plan to create a god.

"Does the name matter?"

He spoke, but his voice did not cause any change in the people present.

"You lied to me!" Joan of Arc yelled, her eyes bloodshot and she no longer had her usual calmness.

Anyone who discovers that the memories in his mind, such as comrades-in-arms, love, family affection, and even the mission worthy of sacrificing one's life, are all fake things.

No one can accept everything calmly.

"I didn't lie about the beginning of the universe, but it was not you who continued that experience. It was me."

Nicholas calmly responded to her roar, "Strictly speaking, I don't have such an experience either. It's just that I in each parallel world passed on my memories to the next world before I died.

In this way, we can find a way to defeat Taichu."

"About a million years ago, I inherited those memories and began to think about how to prevent Taichu from descending into this world."

The conclusion He came to from His thinking was Joan of Arc's plan to create a deity.

He always remembered how terrible human faith was at the end of the Fourth Civilization.

That is the source of strength that enables the insignificant to dare to fight back against the great existence.

If it can be used, perhaps we can fight against Taichu.

Nicholas began to wonder how to use the power of faith, and was eventually inspired by observing human behavior.

He uses magic to gather the power of faith to create a huge energy body, and then swallows the energy body with himself, making him even more powerful.

"I will follow the agreement. All humans who believe in me will be protected."

"You will also be the saint who guides the world towards survival, Joan of Arc."

Nicholas did not abandon the owner of the Eye of God. "Make your choice."

Joan of Arc was silent. She was so confused that she didn't know what to say. She looked around and saw every face staring at her, waiting for her answer.

I said something wrong...what will happen to these people?

Jeanne took a deep breath and nodded, "Okay."

Now that things have come to this, she has to suppress the chaotic memories in her mind, and hatred and disbelief can be postponed.

The key is that the other party really needs faith, and that requires strength from humans who believe in Him.

The plan of the Kingdom of God is irreversible and can only move forward.

If she quits at this time, how should she face the people whom she led onto this path?

Joan of Arc is not the irresponsible type.

"Great, let's get started."

Nicholas was not surprised by her answer. He stretched his body outward, and a holy and soft white light radiated throughout Paris.

His body suddenly grew larger in the air, and with one hand he held up a world of birdsong and fragrance, and he said in a deep voice: "Those who believe in me will enter heaven!"