Alien paradise

At this time, the driver Mengke also saw the situation at the passenger terminal. He looked at it carefully for a moment and couldn't help but feel dumbfounded.

"These people...could they be tourists?"

The problem is that Qianlimbao is not a famous historical city, nor does it have any interesting attractions. Even if you are traveling, you won’t come here!

After a long stop, the truck finally came to a steady stop. Mog immediately jumped out of the car and planned to go to the city to report the news. Unexpectedly, before he left the platform, he saw a group of people surrounding him! They were all wearing dark green overalls, like workers in the unloading area. The leader hung a golden sign around his neck without saying a word, while the rest circled around and clapped.

"Welcome back, hero!"

"This city is proud of you!"

Ying, hero? Mog subconsciously glanced at the sign on his chest and realized that there were a few words engraved on it: Food Transport Hero.

Wait, how did they know they were tasked with raising food?

"My name is Kipper, the new director of the cargo area. What is your name?" the other party asked kindly.

Sure enough, they don’t even know their own names!

"Mog...Mog Weller."

Keppel opened the pamphlet in his hand and looked at it, "It turns out to be Mr. Mog. Thank you for your hard work these days! Please leave the unloading work to us. You can go home and rest!"

"Wait a minute, you can't touch the food!" Mog suddenly woke up and reached out to stop the other party, "I haven't reported to the Paradise Sect yet, this food must be distributed by them!"

"We are the believers of the Paradise Cult." Kipper was stunned for a moment, and suddenly understood, "Oh, look, I...I forgot to explain it to you. The Lord of Paradise has arrived, and he is guiding our work, so It's the same thing if you don't report. Of course... you may not know what happened these days. Well, let's not touch the train for now. You can go to the Akarian Temple and get the believer's seal before talking to you. If you talk to me, you will naturally know that I am not lying to you. A hero like you will definitely be qualified to use the Believer's Seal."

What is he saying……

Why can’t I understand a word?

But as long as the other party agrees not to touch the train, everything is easy to talk about.

"Okay, I'll rush over right now."

Mog ran all the way out of the station, and the scene on the road shocked him extremely - there were no hungry people on the ground, and people seemed to be traveling and working as usual, just like other cities... But the spirit of these people was different. Completely different from ten days ago! They would greet each other when they met, with smiles always on their faces. The place where they needed to line up looked orderly. Many people would stop and nod when they saw the sign on his chest.

Is this what you would see in a border city?

If it weren't for the fact that these people were still wearing simple and cheap clothes, Moggen would have thought he had gotten off at the wrong station.

No...even if it were an aristocratic residential area in a big city, he had never seen such a polite crowd!

After finally arriving at the temple, Mog explained his purpose to the guard, who immediately took him into the study on the top floor.

The moment he saw the rising sun, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Fortunately... the representative of Paradise Sect has not changed, it is still the young man.

"grown ups……"

"Sit down." Chaoyang interrupted him with a smile, "Welcome back. I already understand what you encountered at the station. They are indeed followers of the Paradise Sect and are responsible for food transportation. By the way, you are the second returnee With this batch of food and long-term orders for the merchants here, Qianlimbao should be able to completely get rid of the threat of famine."

It turns out that I am not the first...

But when he heard that the famine problem could be solved, he finally felt relieved, "That's great, I'm not late at last..."

As these words were spoken, a strong feeling of exhaustion surged into my heart.

Mog felt that all the strength in his body was draining away rapidly, and he could hardly hold on to his body.

The other party was still saying something, but the voice seemed to be getting farther and farther away from him.

The next moment, he saw the ground hitting him, and then his vision went dark, and he didn't know anything anymore.

…

"Mog."

Someone seemed to be calling him somewhere.

That voice sounded extremely familiar, majestic, distant...it made people feel peaceful.

From the Lord of Paradise.

"Is...is it you?"

He opened his eyes and found that he was sitting in a hall he had never seen before. Everything seemed to have lost its color, leaving only the outline closest to its origin. The only exception was a set of white tables and chairs in front of him, with tea on the table and a figure sitting opposite him. Unfortunately, no matter how he looked, the other person was blurry, like an image printed by a malfunctioning printing press.

It is impossible for a human being to appear in such a way.

Mog panicked and wanted to stand up and kneel down to salute the other party - because he had realized that the god was right opposite him. But his body was not under his control, and he still maintained his sitting position, as if he had cut off contact with him.

"You don't have to do anything because it's just a dream."

"Dream? Did I... fall asleep?"

"Yes, we can just chat. I know you have many questions, you can ask them now."

Mog opened his mouth, but he didn't know where to start.

Finally he remembered what Keppel had said, "They say...you have arrived..."

"Advent is not accurate, because I have been watching you. However, I do become closer to the world than before, such as realizing conversations like this." The words of the god are like a soothing music, "Thousand Limburg also There have been some changes, but don't worry, there's nothing bad about the change and I think you'll get used to it soon."

"In addition, my divine messenger has prepared your believer's seal. It is the proof of paradise believers and a gift I give you. With its help, you will no longer be alone, and your connection with each other will also be Closer."

"Rest well, your contribution will be remembered by this city."

The sounds gradually began to fade away.

"Lord God, Lord God... please tell me more! Can I see you again?" Mog didn't want to miss this opportunity to face the Lord of Paradise. In desperation, he stood up suddenly——

"You're awake, don't you want to sleep a little longer?" Someone asked with concern.

Only then did Mog realize that he was actually lying on the bed in the rented room. The person guarding the bedside was none other than his wife. Unlike ten days ago, she seemed to have gotten over that painful experience. Her face was filled with healthy rosiness, and even her eyes were much brighter.

"How did I get here?"

He noticed that the window was still lit.

"Mr. Chao sent someone to send you back yesterday, saying that you fainted during the report. The doctor thinks you are not sick, but just severely lack of rest." His wife replied softly.

Yesterday...could he have been back for a day? So, were all the previous conversations with the Lord of Paradise also imaginary?

Moge rubbed his forehead, and out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly spotted a piece of pure white jade placed on the bedside table. It was incompatible with the copper kettle and broken porcelain bowl next to it. It looked like it was worth a lot of money. How could such a thing appear in his room?

His wife also noticed his gaze, "Ah, I almost forgot to mention...this is your believer's seal, the believer's certificate issued by Paradise Religion." After speaking, she smiled and took out a pendant from her collar, "Look, I have one too."

Mog picked it up with some doubts and spread it flat in his palm - it was not big, about half a finger wide and a finger long, and about the same thickness as Thriel. The material is close to gem level, and it's still a little cool to the touch, which is enough to make people fall in love with it. It's just that he doesn't understand why the Paradise Cult distributes such valuable things to everyone as certificates of believers. Other sects usually give out clothes or bronze rings...

The director of the cargo area is also very strange. What does it mean that a hero like him must be qualified to use the believer's seal?

correct! Food on the train!

Mog quickly got out of bed and looked around for his shoes.

"Honey, where are you going?" His wife quickly came over to support him as he was swaying.

"I have to tell the people at the unloading platform, they are still waiting for my reply." Mog briefly told what happened when he entered the city.

"Wait a minute, that person mentioned the believer's seal?"

"Yes, now that I have the seal, I should notify them as soon as possible."

The wife smiled - it was a natural smile that Mog had not seen for a long time, "You don't have to rush there in person, because this seal can help you contact him. Let me teach you how to use it!"