NOVEL SIMPLE Chapter 1014 Do you believe in the God of Commerce?
When Old John's airship was leading the way, Nigris couldn't help but ask in a low voice: "He said that their village is very small, and there are probably not many people there. Why are we going there? Why not find a main plane with a lot of people, Find the best channel to promote it?”
Anthony asked curiously: "Have you ever spread your faith like this before?"
Nigris responded: "Of course, and I have to go to the entrances of major colleges in big cities, otherwise they won't understand what I say."
Anthony curled his lips and praised: "No wonder, it's amazing."
"I know you are disgusted, so tell me what's wrong with my method?" Nigris asked with his hands on his hips.
Anthony said: "Belief does not require understanding. The most devout believers are often ordinary people who cannot understand any sacred scriptures. On the contrary, the priests and priests who have read the sacred scriptures are the least religious. Hey, Speaking of which, Mr. Naige, you are really powerful."
"Ah? Is it really awesome?" Old Nigris blushed. Whether it was true or not, it could still be heard. It was rare for Anthony to praise it sincerely. Could it be that there was something awesome about him that he hadn't noticed? of?
Anthony lamented: "The more knowledge you have, the more you like to argue. It's amazing that you can ignite the fire with the beliefs of a bunch of intellectuals who love to argue, question, and ask questions."
"That's it, you know how powerful it is." Nigris put his hands on his hips proudly: "Then how do you spread your faith?"
Anthony said slowly: "Faith is the hope of the weak, and the flower of piety can only bloom from suffering. If someone is about to starve to death, a piece of bread is his faith and his hope. If a person experiences In order to overcome the suffering of despair, a little hope can bloom the most pious flowers."
"So when I spread my faith, I will start from the most miserable place. In big cities on the main plane, even if you beg, most people will not die of hunger. It is difficult to gain pious faith."
Anthony's words reminded Negris of the Minotaur aunt. Yes, the first bag of grain made the Minotaur aunt die. After she ate until her belly was full, she would not even look at any more grain. Just gnawed on beets.
"But this guy's village only has a small population, and it's not particularly poor. They have an airship, so they shouldn't be poor. One magic crystal is enough for him to support his family." Negris said.
Anthony shook his head: "That's not necessarily true. Do you know who is the poorest person in the Inn of the Church of Light?"
Nigris shook his head.
"The poorest person is the horse herdsman. He raises horses, but the horses are not his, but he has to feed them. If the funds allocated by the government are not timely or even withheld, then he has to feed the horses out of his own pocket. He must not starve the horses. Die, or be burned at the stake.”
"The same goes for these two guys. They fly an airship to patrol, but the airship does not belong to them. It costs money to maintain and add magic crystals. They are either extremely rich or extremely poor. Look at their clothes, they look like rich people. ?" Anthony asked.
Nigris shook his head. He knew how to tell the difference in this aspect. He mainly looked at the collar, sleeves, and placket, as well as hair, nails, shoes, etc. Rich people could dress simply, but they would never be dirty or shabby.
If your collar and sleeves are dirty and torn, there is a high chance that you are poor and lazy. We do not rule out the possibility that a small number of lazy rich people pretend to be poor, but if you are lazy, it is impossible to pretend to be good in all details. , after all, he is lazy.
Thinking of this, Nigris had to sigh: "You are still experienced."
Just as he said this, the airship in front suddenly slowed down, slid slowly for a distance, and then stopped.
Not long after, Old John's embarrassed voice came from the communication circle: "This...that...sir, I, our airship used up all the magic crystals when we were chasing you just now, and now I can't move. What should I do?" ah?"
Anthony and Negris looked at each other, showing expressions that were indeed the case. Anthony said to the communication circle: "Then you come over here to show the way, and I will drag your airship up."
"Huh? This... okay." Old John said slightly disappointed.
There are no magic crystals. Wouldn’t it be great if you, the distinguished guest, could spare some magic crystals? Do you still need to go to such trouble?
Unable to grasp the noble man's thoughts, Old John hesitantly agreed, but then said awkwardly: "Sir, we can't get through, we can't fly, can you come and pick us up?"
Just now, he used to jump to help after the airship approached. Now his patrol airship has no magic crystal and cannot get close at all.
"Okay, I'll pick you up." Of course Anthony had his own intention in asking the other party to come over.
But as soon as he finished speaking, Duroken, who was doing something unknown on the side, quickly said: "Use this, use this." Then he pushed out a weird flying car.
"Hey, isn't this the patrol car with flashing white light just now? Why is it only half of it?" Nigris recognized this thing at a glance and said in surprise.
When they were intercepted by the Border Patrol before, among a bunch of flying cars with red lights flashing, two of them were flashing white lights with powerful energy reactions.
This white-light flying car mechanism is very strange. Its main body is an extra-long gun barrel, and a small cockpit hangs from the tail end of the gun barrel. It looks like a small snail carrying chopsticks, and the proportions are completely unbalanced.
When Duroken saw it, he couldn't move his eyes away. He squatted on the other side to refine it, occupying the space on both sides of the airship with Ange.
What Duroken took out now was the small cockpit. Sitting in it was like sitting in a snail shell.
There were only two seats in the cockpit. After Anthony drove over, he threw the cockpit to Old John and Aji and flew back.
Old John and Aji honestly tied up the patrol airship, and then flew back in the cockpit of the flying car.
As soon as he entered the room, Duroken asked: "What's the name of that flying car carrying a gun barrel?"
Old John looked at Duroken in astonishment, and then couldn't help but look back at the cockpit that he drove over. You all have this thing, why do you want to ask him his name?
Old John said: "My lord, are you asking about the air patrol cannon?"
"Called air patrol flying cannon?" Duro Ken held his chin and muttered to himself.
The King of Alchemy is now showing some signs of being 'angelized'. He is easily distracted and lacks interest in other things, but he is very fascinated by various alchemical items.
Because Duroken discovered that this place is a treasure trove of alchemical technology. Any construct has many new technologies applied to it. For example, this unheard-of patrol flying cannon is basically a flying magic crystal cannon.
This kind of thinking opened the door to a new world for Duroken, and he was bursting with inspiration. Countless new ideas kept emerging, so he quickly went back.
Old John was not used to this kind of nagging situation and was a little overwhelmed, but Aji was even more unbearable. He didn't dare to raise his head since he came in and huddled behind Old John.
Crash, Aji, who had his head lowered, suddenly heard the sound of magic crystals colliding. The sound was emboldening. He forgot his fear and subconsciously raised his head.
I saw several large sacks piled up in front of Anthony, the top one of which was open. Anthony was grabbing a handful of magic crystals, letting them slip from the edge of his palm and smash them back into the bag, making a crashing sound.
Every time a magic crystal fell, Aji swallowed his saliva. Every time a magic crystal fell, he swallowed his saliva and almost choked himself to death.
An amiable smile appeared on Anthony's face: "Do you believe in the God of Commerce?"