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Don't know much? Not really? Or is there some hidden rule between the gods that I don't know about? ... Glenn was a little skeptical of the old man's words.

But since the other party has said so, no matter whether it is true or not, no further answers can be obtained.

"Are you here just for me to prepare? Or do you need me to take the initiative to do something?"

Glenn asked.

"My Lord has a hunch that the center of the crisis will most likely be the capital. It would be best if you could get closer to there."

After the old man finished speaking, he stepped aside, indicating that he would leave the space for the flower god.

The hazy figure slowly floated in front of Glenn and said with his mind:

"The high priest of the forest elves should have told you that I hope you can become my messenger."

"I know, I want to be a temporary worker because I don't really like being tied down, do you understand what I mean?"

"I know. Don't worry. Being my messenger will not ask you to do anything you don't want to do, and I will not let you take risks for my own sake. In fact, what I want you to do more is to prevent the creatures from being harmed by the gods, just like the messenger of the goddess of peace told you."

After the flower god delivered this long and complex message, he waited for Glenn's response.

It sounds quite relaxing. After all, given the infinite lifespan of gods, the times when they really need me won't be too often. It should really be quite relaxing... Glenn thought for a moment, made up his mind, and then said:

"What if one day I suddenly become a god?"

These words made the messenger of the goddess of peace who was not far away glance sideways. It was obvious that he could hear the conversation here.

The flower god did not laugh at me, but answered seriously:

"Of course, if you become a god one day, then the relationship between us will no longer exist. You will be a being equal to me."

"I see..." Glenn expected this answer.

Becoming a god, this thought may be as difficult as ascending to heaven for ordinary creatures on this continent. Even the creatures closest to gods do not think that they can touch the threshold of gods in their long lives.

But Glenn is different. His power is like a loophole in the rules of this world. He can become stronger without following the rules. The 300-meter form he transformed into last time using the moonstone is not his limit.

And this is the confidence that allows him to casually say the word "becoming a god".

"Okay, I'm willing to be your messenger. What do I need to do?"

Glenn nodded in agreement. To be honest, he had a very good impression of this flower god. He always had a temperament of compassion for all living beings. In Glenn's imagination, he was a god who cared about mortals.

"Okay, the contract is concluded..." An even more dazzling light emanated from the projection of the flower god.

Under the old man's gaze, the projection of the flower god made a hugging gesture and hugged Glenn. After that, he felt that Glenn's strength suddenly soared.

This is just the power in human form, and when it transforms, the power will be even more terrifying.

Glenn himself felt extremely comfortable, both physically and mentally, with a sense of pleasure like being massaged.

At the same time, he also felt the changes in his body.

The gentle power in his body was greatly enhanced because he became the messenger of the flower god. Glenn can now use power beyond level eight without relying on external forces.

This premonition was extremely clear.

"Now you can come to my kingdom of God to see me, my messenger of God, at any time."

I clearly heard a pleasant female voice, like the warm sun in winter, which made me feel inexplicably intimate.

There are many changes in the body, Glenn needs to go back and experience them slowly. He now looks forward, the figure of the flower god has disappeared, only the old man waved in the distance and gradually disappeared.

The fog lifted and the world returned to normal.

On the sled, the two girls woke up with a start.

They all looked around blankly, confused.

"Dylan, when did we fall asleep?"

A Duo asked curiously.

"Just now, I fell asleep while talking." Glenn answered truthfully and jumped onto the stag cart.

The two little girls were still very confused, as if they were trying to figure out why they fell asleep.

Glenn ignored it and rushed to Dude Town while there was still time.

……

The center of Bayek.

In a house with a very unique shape.

The mayor with a thick beard picked up a hammer he had used before, and the surface of the hammer exuded a terrible aura.

"It's hard to find a little peace, old friend."

The mayor sighed, picked up the hammer, opened the door that had not been opened for a thousand years, and strode out.

This seemed like a signal. Dense shadows emerged from countless corners of the town and gathered towards the mayor.

But the mayor shouted sternly: "Go back!"

Those shadows immediately had a "car accident" and retreated back to their original places in a panic.

Some of the guys who were about to make something in their houses were frightened by this sentence and their movements became stiff.

"Don't get me wrong, friends. I just went to give a medal to a little guy on our outskirts. This is the tradition of our town. Have you forgotten it?"

The mayor still explained.

No one answered, which seemed to be a default.

The mayor laughed and started walking away.

When passing by a three-story brick house, he suddenly said, "If you want to know something, I can help pass it on."

In this house, there is a woman with her hair flying freely. She has been lying on the bed all the time and has never woken up since she entered here.

She only intended to wake up when Glenn transformed into a level 7 werewolf for the first time in the outer forest, but she gave up because she knew she couldn't get out.

Hearing the mayor's words, she opened her eyes without hesitation.

Because the body had not moved for too long, the eyeballs were stuck to the eyelids, and the force almost tore the eyeballs apart.

However, this amount of damage was nothing to this woman. She no longer knew how to control her body, so she just used her mind to control objects to make her body float.

She suddenly bumped into the window, her mouth wide open, mumbling something inaudible.

The town below seemed to know what she meant and asked:

"You want me to ask that werewolf where their ancestor is?"

The woman at the window whimpered excitedly again and tried to nod, but her neck was stiff, so she looked like she was bowing instead, and her head knocked against the window, making a rattling sound.

"I'll ask him. I know you can't let go of your hatred. If we weren't so weak at the time, you would have insisted on killing that guy... Forget it, there's no point in saying all this."

The mayor waved his hand and continued on his way.

Many old townspeople in the town center were watching him. They were all very confused as to what kind of guy could make the mayor personally award him a medal.

They all sleep so soundly, it seems I have to pay more attention to the outside world recently.