The other party's initiative to give up really made Wayne greatly relieved, after all, it is of course best not to be forced. Because if the other party is really forced, in this strange 'dream' world of involuntary self-control, Wayne is completely unconfident that he can resist.

[Hehe...... After all, my god is also merciful, not like some false gods and evil gods out there who have bad intentions towards people, and will give disobedient people the name of so-called heresy and then inflict malicious intent! So Mr. Wayne can actually rest assured. The white-robed figure said with a smile.

"Ahem, thank you for your leniency! haha......" Wayne realized that he might not be able to hide the other party's careful thoughts just now, and could only laugh awkwardly when he heard this.

Fortunately, the white-robed figure only talked casually, and did not hold on to this issue, and soon raised a new topic.

[So Mr. Wayne, in return for entertaining you, can you come and make a small deal with me?]

"Deal?" Wayne, who had been a little more relaxed, instantly became tense again when he heard this word.

He immediately thought of something bad, such as the existence of the demon species, which likes to trade with humans, and in this way seek all kinds of meaningful and heavy prices from humans.

If you are in a desperate situation, you can accept this kind of trade opportunity, but Wayne thinks that he has not reached that point yet, and he is a little resistant to this kind of thing.

But now it is certainly impossible to refuse directly, Wayne asked nervously for the time being, "Can you tell me what kind of deal it is first?"

[Don't be nervous, it's not something that will make you embarrassed. The white-robed figure smiled and asked, "Mr. Wayne, your job in reality is a newspaper reporter, right?]

“...... Yes. ”

Obviously, he didn't say it, but the other party directly knew his personal information, just like the other party knew his name at the beginning, which made Wayne a little surprised. However, he was relieved when he thought of this incredible 'dream' world and the other party's magical means of pulling himself into this 'dream' world without knowing it.

[Then it's easy to talk about, it's a deal, but it's actually more like a suggestion.] The white-robed figure asked again, "As far as I know, Mr. Wayne, you'd like to get a piece of news that is a hot topic right now, right?]

"That's true. Wayne honestly admitted, his surprise growing and realizing a key problem.

Although I don't know exactly how to do it, if it wasn't for the fact that I was secretly monitored, then the other party probably has quite a strong intelligence gathering ability. The possibility of the former was vetoed by Wayne himself, after all, he didn't think he had anything worthy of special surveillance, so he was more inclined to the latter possibility.

It seems better not to lie...... I didn't plan to do that. ’

After a few seconds of silence, in Wayne's apprehensive mood, the white-robed figure said something that surprised him: [So, are you interested in writing a news article about these experiences tonight?]

"This kind of thing...... Is that okay?" Wayne's eyes widened in surprise.

He originally thought that the other party was planning to ask him to keep it a secret, after all, this method of creating and manipulating the world of 'dreams' at will, and the so-called 'dream master' who wields this magical power, Wayne had never heard of it before.

Well, it's not Wayne's fault.

In the upper echelons of the empire, and even in the circles of the vast majority of the high-ranking countries in the Western Continent, the intelligence information about the "alien gods" is no longer a secret. But for the lower classes of civilians, intelligence information did not circulate on a large scale.

There are several reasons for this, such as the deliberate suppression of public opinion by the upper rulers, as well as the unwillingness of most "alien contractors" to expose themselves at will.

As a result, unless the "alien gods" take the initiative to contact or have a "contractor" to introduce them, the vast majority of civilians have no access to the "alien gods" at all.

Although the "alien gods" can take the initiative to come to the door and find those who want to make contract transactions, this kind of news is blocked is always not conducive to the rapid expansion of the "alien gods" contractors and believers.

Therefore, the white-robed figure and the organization to which he belonged were planning to break this situation.

Wayne, a journalist who can drive the spread of information, is one of the chosen breakthroughs.

[Absolutely.] The white-robed figure replied with a smile, "Rather, we are happy to let the glory and greatness of my god be known to more people!]

“...... In that case, why did you find me?" Wayne thought for a moment and then asked his doubts: "Wouldn't it be better to find well-known reporters from those large newspapers to do this kind of thing?"

[Hehe, there are our own reasons here, Mr. Wayne can not care. The white-robed figure just smiled and didn't answer the question.

In fact, of course, it would be better to find someone who is a large newspaper to promote it, but there is a premise: the other party is willing to agree.

You must know that as a special media organization that can manipulate public opinion, those large newspapers in the empire have a strong backstage behind them, and basically all of them have deep ties with the imperial government, and even most of them are state enterprises of the empire. In other words, the news publication of these newspapers needs to look at the official face of the empire to do things.

With the cautious attitude of the current group of high-ranking personnel of the empire towards the 'alien gods', how could they take the initiative to help promote it?

If the boss does not agree, then the subordinate reporters will naturally not dare to carry out this kind of report without authorization.

But there is no need to talk to Wayne about this, otherwise the other party may choose to refuse.

"Uh...... Can I refuse?" Wayne asked, then cautiously.

[Well, you can think about it slowly, whether you want to or not, we will give you a small gift as a meeting gift. The white-robed figure said with a smile, not angry at Wayne's attitude.

Then he got up from the lounge chair: [Hmm...... It doesn't seem to be too early, it's time for Mr. Wayne to get out of here, if you're interested, feel free to talk next time, I'm looking forward to your happy reply next time. 】

"Huh?" Wayne froze for a moment when he heard this, and then reacted. "I ...... Can you leave?"

was suddenly pulled into this 'dream' world, encountered all kinds of strange things, coupled with the continuous rejection just now, Wayne really didn't expect the other party to let himself go so easily and regain his freedom.

We have no ill will towards you, and naturally we will not forcibly detain you. The white-robed figure waved his hand: "So, Mr. Wayne, goodbye! 】

"Uh, thank you......" Wayne replied with a sigh, and then he felt the upper and lower eyelids of his eyes start to fight, obviously it should be in the world of 'dreams', but there is still a heavier and heavier sleepiness in his heart, and finally his consciousness is not knowing anything after a trance.

Looking at the vacant lounge chair across the table, the white-robed figure waved his hand again, and then took a slight step forward, and in an instant, this 'dream' world disappeared, and when it reappeared, it had come to another completely different space.

What is presented here is only the deep and empty darkness like the universe, and the strange sea of stars composed of large and small points of light and huge bubbles of strange light.

Behind the white-robed figure, there was a bubble about two meters high, close to it, and through a layer of translucent film with a hint of silver-white light circulating on the surface, you could vaguely see the scenery inside.

The sea of clouds, the mountains, the lawn, the woods, the manor, the courtyard tables and chairs, and even the delicious food and wine and the delicate maids, everything that the white-robed figure and Wayne experienced just now are all presented inside this bubble like an extremely miniature pocket bonsai.

"Welcome back, Mr. Jeno. 』

[Zhi Brain, the experimental information of the dream world has also been collected this time, right?, is it necessary to do this kind of information collection every time?] The hood of the white-robed figure was opened, revealing a male face in his twenties with refined facial features.

"It's been collected, and it's being investigated. It has been found that the free space can be optimized, and it is initially estimated that the data resources of the next 'dream world' with similar templates can be saved by 23%. 』

【...... Ahem, you don't have to explain these things to me in the future, I'm not good at dealing with this. Jeno hurriedly waved his hand to interrupt Zhi's explanation.

Because of his past background, he prefers rough and simple tasks to this type of management of affairs.

It's a pity that there are not such combat missions in the organization that require him to go out recently, but there is a lot of civilian workload, and Jeno can be regarded as a strong man this time.

As the seed of potential that was originally cultivated by Jiang Yan's Zhi Brain teaching, today's Jeno is no longer the weak slave who struggled to survive in the underground gladiatorial arena under the Black Thorn Chamber of Commerce, but has become a capable general, since leaving the gladiatorial arena, he has been arranged by Jiang Yan to the position of a middle-level manager in the submachine network, and handles various affairs in the real world under the coordination of Zhi Brain.

He now has a layer of identity on the surface, that is, the guest secretary of the "Alien God Contractor" who was recruited by Jiang Yan and Angus to the Slint family, and the captain of the escort team composed of a group of black-clothed Praetorian Guards on the surface.

By the way, Jeno's talent did not disappoint Jiang Yan, although he had reached the age of twenty-five when he stepped into formal cultivation with the help of Zhi Brain, and it was a little late to start, but with Jiang Yan's ability help and a large number of resources, coupled with his own talent and qualifications, he still quickly surpassed many of his peers, and now he already has the strength of a second- and third-order military-level elf envoy.

Although for the sake of the rapid improvement of his strength, Jeno's innate potential has been developed to the point that it has been somewhat boosted, but it has also experienced a transition period of almost two years, and the damage to his potential is not serious, at least in the future, as long as he spends more time and continues to cultivate, he still has a lot of hope of independently impacting the third-level realm.

Therefore, it is slightly valued by Jiang Yan, and among the seeds cultivated so far, the degree of importance can be said to be second only to Lily and Hal's group.

Contacting a reporter like Wayne is also a small part of Brian's (the priest who 'died' once) this time, and it is best to be carried out by a more humane person, and the cold guy who doesn't have much emotion is not suitable, so Brian also arrested him who had no other busy business at hand.

[Tsk!It's the middle of the night and I'm busy working overtime, I'm not a brain like you who can work without sleep after the soul is digitized......] Jeno complained at a brain ball floating beside him.

"This mission is an order from the Pope, and anyway, Mr. Jeno is also one of the nominal bishops, and it is within your duty to preach for my lord. If you have any objections, I can help convey them to the Pope. Zhi Brain didn't know how to be considerate at all, and directly gave Jeno a suggestion that was obviously not good.

[Forget it, it's really not interesting to joke with you boring brains!Can you help me report the results of this time to the Pope, I'm too lazy to write that kind of thing, can you let me go back and rest now?] Jeno scratched his hair helplessly and said.

It was past midnight, and although he was now in a special dream space based on the network of the child machine, and was theoretically asleep, Jeno still felt the fatigue caused by the routine of the biological clock.

You know, he has other things to be busy with during the day, such as serving as an instructor in the combat department, and helping those talented teenagers who were collected by the Zhi Brain and arranged to receive better resources in the industry under the name of the Slint family after being screened to do some training in actual combat guidance.

When it comes to the skills and experience of fighting in a single player and squad, Jano is undoubtedly more suitable for this kind of job than most people, who kills from the bloody edge of the underground gladiatorial arena. On the contrary, clerical and communicative jobs do not like him.

With that correction of documents and the energy to beep with people, he felt that he might as well run to the wild hunting team to help catch wild elves, or simply retreat and work hard to cultivate and become stronger!

It's a pity that the boss doesn't seem to expect him to be trained to be a high-level fighter.

Scratching his face, Jeno suddenly asked, "By the way, Zhinao, has that adult given me any other orders recently?

Zhi Brain directly ignored Jeno's complaints, but replied with a cold tone that made him happy.

"It's true that there's a new mission.,Here's the detailed mission information.,Please check.。 』

Jeno looked at the archival materials on a light screen displayed in front of him, and his eyes focused on the two people in the forefront, and there were corresponding portraits next to the text materials.

The two of them, one is a young girl of about eleven or twelve years old with bright blonde hair who is as cute as a delicate doll, and a somewhat dull expression, and the other is a blonde boy with some traces of resemblance to the former, but his expression is a little cold and arrogant, and his face has a scar like a striking tattoo.

[Let me see...... Oh, are you going to be an instructor again this time?] I want to talk about "The Almighty Supreme of All Worlds" with more like-minded people, and pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find a confidant~