Train to Another World

The priest stared at Li Zhuoguang dumbfounded. After waiting for a long time, no divine punishment came down. Is what he said true? !

After the priest learned that Li Zhuoguang was the apostle of the evil god, his knuckles turned white when he pinched his hands. Li Zhuoguang backed away slightly, fearing that the priest would get angry and hurt someone. Just when Li Zhuoguang began to consider whether to strike preemptively, the priest sighed and loosened his hands.

"There is nothing worse than this damn world. Even if it is an evil god, at least it will allow our tribe to regain its forest. Tell me, what do you want?"

"I said I don't want anything, do you believe me?"

"Oh, you have admitted that you are the apostle of the evil god. Even if you really don't want anything, doesn't the person behind you want it either? Doesn't he need you to sacrifice to him?"

"President Sai..." Li Zhuoguang was about to deny it, but after recalling it for a moment, it seemed that he had actually sacrificed a lot of things, including an underworld plane, the souls of more than a dozen human kings, a demigod, and a Living planet.

Damn it, when all is said and done, the cult leaders in many stories can’t even keep up with their own achievements. Li Zhuoguang explained with a slight guilt: "Actually, Mr. Sai is very easy to talk to. I just threw some unnecessary things to him during the adventure, and he was very satisfied."

The priest obviously didn't believe it: "Even the good god before the disaster was not so generous. Then why is he still called the evil god?"

Li Zhuoguang briefly recalled the experience of Mr. Sai and said vaguely: "Probably because he beat up many gods."

The priest now understood that their god here had similar examples. Especially among the foreign gods in the records, none of them are good.

But for insurance purposes, the priest took out a piece of paper, wrote a transaction contract on the paper, and signed his name on it. After that, the contract was placed in front of Li Zhuoguang.

"As I just said, some of the laws left by the higher gods are still operating here, such as the binding laws on contracts left by the God of Justice."

Li Zhuoguang picked up the contract. Because he was proficient in the language, Li Zhuoguang easily recognized the words above. The general idea is that Li Zhuoguang and the others help solve the disasters encountered in this world. No matter what the outcome is, he can gain the friendship of the forest tribe, and the tribe will try its best to meet Li Zhuoguang's requirements within the scope of not going too far.

The terms of the contract are very advantageous to Li Zhuoguang and the others. After all, the constraints on him are only to solve the problem, and it does not even require success. Although Li Zhuoguang didn't want to take advantage of the forest tribe, he knew that if he didn't sign the contract, the priest probably wouldn't believe him.

Li Zhuoguang signed his name on the contract. Immediately, he felt an indescribable feeling in his body. It seems like a shackle, but also a connection.

He also vaguely sensed in his heart that as long as he had acted to solve disasters, he could make demands on the forest tribe, but the demands could not be excessive. As long as his request is not excessive, the elves of the forest tribe must comply with it.

As for this so-called "excessive", there is no explicit agreement, but both Li Zhuoguang and the priest have a vague and consistent understanding in their hearts. For example, sacrificing the entire forest tribe is obviously unreasonable. But Li Zhuoguang also discovered that if he wanted to sacrifice a priest, it would be deemed reasonable by the contract.

"Please forgive me for being rude. After all, I can't make fun of the tribe. If you have any grievances, you can sacrifice me to your god afterwards."

Li Zhuoguang waved his hand helplessly: "I have told you, I really don't need anything."

Although it was Li Zhuoguang and the priest who signed the contract, all the forest elves felt the contract at the moment the contract was signed. They knew very well that to a certain extent, their forest tribe was under Li Zhuoguang's command.

However, no one had any objections. On the contrary, they believed that this was more reasonable. Otherwise, why would others put in so much effort to do so much for the forest tribe?

Ariana, who dragged the elemental creatures back to the tribe, also felt all this, but she was just stunned for a moment and continued on her way. To her, it doesn't seem to make any difference whether there is this contract or not. Li Zhuoguang was the leader of their group, and it was only right to obey the leader's orders under reasonable circumstances.

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Wangyacheng

The new city lord Pat Mann looked at his daughter who was sleeping on the bed and showed a happy smile. Pat was still a young man, and his daughter was still young.

But looking at his daughter's pink face, red lips and white teeth, you will know that Pat has really tried his best to let his daughter enjoy as much material as possible.

Pat stood by the bed and whispered a promise to his daughter: "Soon, soon we will be free from hunger and thirst."

After saying that, he gently walked out of his daughter's bedroom, opened the door and left the city lord's mansion. Outside the city lord's palace, the city guards of Wangya City had already lined up, waiting for their city lord's inspection. When they saw Pat coming out, they all nodded.

Pat stood in front of the square formation, pointed to a few of the city guards who were the burliest and best-equipped, and said: "In this negotiation, you will go with me."

The faces of the people he selected were all happy, because during the mission, the supplies would be much more than usual. Then they came out of the crowd and stood behind Pat.

"Disband." Following Pat's order, the other city guards dispersed and went to their original posts.

But after the city guards dispersed, Pat found a little boy standing on the street corner outside the city lord's palace and looking at him timidly. Pat smiled and walked straight towards the little boy. When pedestrians on the road saw the city lord, they all dispersed to both sides and bowed.

"Little Mitt, what's the matter?" Pat knelt down in front of the little boy.

The little boy nervously opened his clasped hands in front of Pat, revealing the contents inside: "This is the amulet my grandfather gave me. He said he helped a passing wizard when he was young. The wizard The master gave it to him to ward off misfortune.

I think... I think... Lord City Lord, you need enough good luck on this trip. "

Pat glanced at the amulet in the little boy's hand. He couldn't see anything strange about it. It seemed to be just a rough copper medal. But he still happily accepted it.

"Little Mitt, you are so smart. I really need good luck now. With your amulet, luck will be on our side."

The surrounding civilians also heard Pat's words. I don't know who took the lead and started shouting:

"The city lord must win!"

"Wangya City will definitely win!"

This shouting sound lasted for a long time.

Before setting off, Pat touched his arms and frowned: "You guys wait for me here, I forgot something."

After that, he turned around and returned to the city lord's palace, leaving only his entourage waiting at the city gate.

After entering the city lord's mansion, Pat summoned the housekeeper and whispered: "Tonight, find someone to kill all of Little Mitt's whole family. Make it look like bandits breaking into the house, robbing and killing people."

"Master, this..."

"My father is dead, you should call me master now.

Today many people saw that Little Mitt gave me the amulet. If he didn't encounter bad luck immediately after losing the amulet, how could anyone else believe that the amulet could really ward off misfortune? "

The butler said solemnly: "Master, I understand."

Pat rubbed the bronze medal in his hand: "Little Mitt is indeed very smart. I really need good luck now, but what is more important than good luck is the morale of the people of Tide City.

It's a pity that he shouldn't have said that the amulet protects against misfortune. If he had just chosen another good way to listen, he wouldn't have died. "

Pat stuffed the bronze medal into his arms again and strode out of the city lord's mansion.

The housekeeper was behind him, looking at his retreating back and sighed: "Master, even at the last moment of your life, your vision of seeing people is still as accurate as ever."