Noble Emblem

The room was so dark that it was almost impossible to see anything. Only two figures could be vaguely seen stacked on top of each other, twisted and entangled.

The panting of the man and woman seemed to be filled with lava-like moxibustion heat. The woman tried her best to stand up, then screamed and collapsed again. Then a green streak descended from the sky and sank into the woman's body.

Beta clasped 'Monica's' shoulders with her backhand and watched quietly as the woman's gray-brown eyes gradually turned into light green. Then he chuckled and said, "I haven't seen you for a while, Goddess Rose."

Rose looked at Beta with her light green eyes. Her voice was neither happy nor sad, and sounded very ethereal: "Do you like blasphemy so much?"

"This is your decision, goddess." Beta smiled and said, "Perhaps you are looking forward to such a thing?"

"You mortal..."

As soon as Rose showed a sarcastic expression, Beta blocked her mouth.

After all, he is a mature man with several women, and Beta can already understand the language of women's bodies. This Monica's body was already limp, but now it has become energetic and 'elastic' again, which is obviously a sign of emotion.

Men can't just look at a woman's superficial attitude.

Moreover, the cooperation between the two was quite good last time, and this time will be no exception.

Rose's fighting ability was indeed much better than Monica's. Until the sky got slightly brighter, Beta was enough to make Rose feel happy.

"Mortal, you are very good, I am very satisfied. For the sake of your hard work, just tell me your request."

It was clear that her body had no strength left and was about to collapse into mud, but Rose's voice still revealed a high level of pride.

It seems like a gift.

But Beta doesn't care. As a straight man, he believes that men always take advantage of this kind of thing. No matter how strong a woman is, she is just arrogant.

"I want to know what happened three hundred years ago."

Rose was silent. At the same time, she stood up and sat looking at Beta with a strange look in her eyes.

The atmosphere was a little quiet, and Beta felt as if he had asked a big question.

After a while, Rose suddenly said: "Actually, three hundred years ago, I was just born!"

Um!

Um?

Beta was so surprised that she could hardly close her jaw.

How is this going?

He did ask a big question, but the result was not at all what he imagined.

"I remember that Rose seemed to have at least a thousand years of life, right? Why?"

"You can remember some things from more than three hundred years ago, which means you are indeed quite powerful." Rose looked at Beta with some subtlety: "Actually, I am the clone left behind by the real Rose three hundred years ago. But now, I That’s Rose.”

"What about the real Rose?"

"I don't know." Rose used magic to clean up the stains on her body, but then she realized that this was not her own body, so she gave up: "She left me to fend for myself in the Kingdom of God, leaving me with only the basics. After she disappeared, I took over her magical power and belief. I was still young at that time and didn’t know how to operate the magical power, so I didn’t understand where she went.”

Beta felt confused. He thought Rose could know what happened three hundred years ago, but it turned out that she didn't know either.

If I had known better, I wouldn't have betrayed my appearance.

Nothing was found.

Seeing Beta's disappointed expression, Rose snorted. Damn man, you get an advantage and still act like a good boy.

But she didn't say anything more, turned into a green light, and her consciousness returned directly to her own kingdom of God.

Monica woke up and looked at Beta with admiration.

The only man in front of me who could hold a real goddess and rub her against her for hours was the one in front of her.

Although he didn't get the news he wanted, Beta was not too disappointed.

Both Monica and Rose gave him a wonderful feeling, as if they were on a relaxing trip.

After staying in the Holy City of Life for two more days, Beta returned to Waking City.

He had not rested for two days when Cocoyala came to say goodbye to him.

Beta told her about her conversation with the goddess Watkin.

Then she was silent for a while: "Is that white mist aimed at us ordinary people?"

"World Tree is not an ordinary person." Beta smiled: "No matter how bad she is, she is still a demigod, not far from a real god. It makes no sense that something that can't block our goddess's sight can block her. "

Kokoyala pursed her lips and smiled: "You mean, we are lying to you?"

"I didn't mean that either." Beta waved his hand.

He discovered that women in high positions can occasionally be willful. When they face people they don't know well, they usually behave very normally. Whether it's work or negotiation, they are well-founded and reasonable. But once they get to know them, they will use their status to play tricks.

Before Monica became the pope, when the two of them got to know each other, they often had unreasonable fights. Now Cocoyala is also a picture we are very familiar with, so I can be unreasonable with you. manner.

Perhaps for many people, such a little temper makes people feel close, but for Beta, it feels a little annoying.

In this formal occasion, he prefers to keep things official.

"Since even your goddess doesn't know it, then there is no reason to stay here." Cocoyala stood up: "By the way, our trade agreement is about to expire. Find time to renew it for another two or three years. Just pay it the original price.”

Um? Beta was stunned for a moment and asked: "But now your preserved fruits and carving art have been sold at very high prices. If you press the original price, you will suffer a lot."

"Yes." Cocoyala nodded and continued: "There are indeed many forces contacting us, saying that they want to represent our products at 50% more, or even double the price."

"Then sign a contract with them." Although losing the elves' products would cause Waking City to lose a small source of fixed money, as an ally, he was too embarrassed to drag the elves away from letting them get rich.

Cocoyala is tall and slender. She shook her head and said: "We elves are very nostalgic. We have cooperated with a force. If there are no problems, we will continue to be qualified. And compared with other forces, your Wealth God Cult An impartial attitude is more to our liking.”

"That's it!" Beta thought for a while and said: "Then if we continue to cooperate and increase the purchase price by 50%, we really can't do it. After all, selling is also a matter of considering channels, so let's increase it by 20%. , this way everyone can make money.”

"Okay, it's settled." Cocoyara waved to Beta and left the room.

Although the elves are arrogant, once they become their friends, it is indeed a relatively comfortable thing.

They are very emotional. Waking City was the first human force they recognized.

After Coco Yara left, Beta sent people to the mercenary union and issued a very high reward, hoping that someone would go to the edge of the world and explore what happened there.

If you can accept the magic of detecting lies and prove that what you said is the truth, you will be rewarded with fifty to one thousand gold coins depending on the importance of the information.

One thousand gold coins... There is no problem in establishing a medium-sized noble family.

The minimum is fifty gold coins.

After the mission was posted by mercenary unions around the world, it immediately caused a sensation in the entire world.

Even many people in power heard the news.

They were all wondering why Beta would issue such a bounty. The bounty was still so high. Is there anything worthy of his move?

People in high positions see things as complex, and the world and groups are changeable and profound in their eyes.

As for individuals, or people at the bottom, when looking at things, they only pay attention to themselves, or what is in front of them.

The mercenaries didn't want to think too much. They only knew that as long as they brought back the news, they would get at least fifty gold coins. If they were lucky, they might get a thousand gold coins.

The Cult of Wealth has three images in the eyes of the mercenaries: plenty of money, strict laws, and integrity.

As long as the tasks released in the name of the Wealth God Cult have never deducted the bounty, and many times, if you exceed the task completion limit, they will give you more money.

Moreover, the description of this mission clearly pointed out that the edge of the world is far away and very dangerous. Traveling in a group is required. It is best to have an average strength above the elite level, and you must be good at survival in the wild.

Bana, who was in his forties, picked up his ax and leather armor, said goodbye to his crying old wife, and came to the Moonlight Tavern in Sanrel City to wait for his companions.

Although he hasn't fought in three years, he doesn't think his fighting ability has deteriorated in any way.

Not long after, six companions arrived one after another.

Everyone sat in a circle and introduced each other to the recent situation.

At the end, the shield warrior La Pei smiled and said: "Bana, don't you dislike gold coins? Why did you come here this time?"

Everyone looked at Bana curiously.

Bana said slowly: "I'm not here for money."

"What's that for?"

"Repay the favor." Bana's voice was very soft, but it sounded very clear in the noisy tavern.

Everyone looked at him in surprise.

"My home is Crow Ridge, you all know that."

Everyone nodded.

"The land in Crow Ridge is very barren and lacks water. No matter how we plant things, we can't grow much, and there are no preys, so we can't eat enough. When we are hungry, we even eat earthworms. But there are still two-thirds Two children will die before the age of ten, mostly from starvation.”

"We have no way to leave. Other cities or villages are unwilling to accept us. There is no land to cultivate without us."

"The Cult of Wealth is here. It first helps us open roads, and then helps us divert water. It repeatedly uses magic and divine magic to help us improve the land, and even gives us magic-enhanced seeds."

"There is no shortage of food in our village now, and the children have enough to eat," Bana said calmly: "The Cult of Wealth is the real sect that takes care of us ordinary people. Pope Beta must have discovered something was wrong before he issued the announcement Such a task. I don’t understand any big principles, let alone the overall situation, but I am willing to go wherever the Wealth God Sect needs it.”

Whether it's the devil or hell.

Of course, Bana didn't say this.