The man of God standing in the sun was really good-looking, but he was not hungry or thirsty, so the inn had to be maintained. It's just that I don't dare to do some things anymore, so the smooth and refreshing human flesh quietly disappears from the table, and the number of regular customers passing through this place has increased.

There are more and more regular customers, and the paths that were overgrown with grass in the past have been crushed to green, and they are no longer astringent. As a result, more and more people appeared on the road, making the place bustling and bustling. It's just that everyone knows that this is not the result of painstaking management, but the situation dictates it. The effects of the Scourge have dissipated under the intervention of the gods, and the world is rapidly recovering.

No matter what attitude one has towards the gods, there is no denying their contribution to the world. This world is full of life because of the arrival of the gods. And the inn is the beneficiary of this vitality, and of course the victim......

While some people died as a result, those who survived reaped unimaginable benefits. At least Seth never imagined that the entire decaying woodland where the inn was located would become her own territory.

As his strength grew, his ambition inevitably grew, and his eyes involuntarily looked out of the inn. Like a beast in the mountains, it occupies an area large or small according to its own strength, either snorting on its own or dominating one side. Seth didn't know what kind of people she was, but most of the threats around her were gone. Not only those who can threaten the inn, but also those who can threaten travelers, are all cleaned up. It's not justice, it's the threats that hurt the inn's interests. More importantly, the inn has the power to protect its own interests.

The inn was still an inn and did not develop into a town. It's more like a dock that welcomes and sends people of all stripes, etc., in exchange for some food, some money, and some news. Or rather, someone wants to exchange these for some help from the inn.

......

Being exposed by the Prophet is not a bad thing, at least it has made the inn famous. Not everyone dares to assassinate the sacrifice, not to mention that the assassination is really done. What really made him famous, the temple actually let the matter go unchecked, and there was no follow-up. It's not really that there is no follow-up at all, there is still a bounty, there is still a hunt, but no one comes to the door.

Many things are strange, and if the wise and the prophet can see the roots, how can they hide from the gods? This upends previous perceptions, because in the world where the gods manifest, the reputation of the Grim Reaper is not prominent.

Not only is it not prominent, but it can even be said that it does not have much presence. Of course, there are many more such deities, occupying a remote town, building a low church, and inhabiting a dispensable sacrifice or two......

The strangeness, and the apprehension that arises from the strangeness, lasted for a long time, until a prophet came here. As the legend goes, prophets and wise men lived to die. But a little contact will find that they are really well-informed. This kind of insight gives them a temperament that is different from ordinary people, and there is a hint of madness in their wisdom.

They are not afraid of death, and they can read it when their eyes meet. There is no need to test it further, and that kind of bearing will make people realize. Especially those who have experienced the trials and tribulations of life and death, they can best understand that state of mind.

Watching the prophet enter the inn with a big grin, he asked for a table of good wine and food, and after eating, he touched his clothes and said that he had no money.

Uh-

Everyone was in a trance, as if they hadn't killed anyone in the inn for a long time. Even if the person in front of him is not afraid of death, he must be sent to die. While everyone pondered how to make his death slower, he patted his round belly and offered an alternative way to settle the bill. story, through a little story for this insignificant meal on the table. It's a small story, but that's just the beginning. Once you listen to it, you can't help but want to know more.

He sat there and asked softly, "Do you know why, the wrath of the gods hasn't come here?" Then the story began and ended without any problems, but there was no answer in the story.

It was a completely unrelated story, about an infinite world hidden behind infinite power, and this was only a speck of dust, which was neither bad nor good.

Some things can be confirmed, like where did the gods come from, so the secret that this story suggests gives the prophets a respite. But they wouldn't let him go because they wanted to know more, such as the answer to that question.

However, the prophet did not give the most definite answer. He only tells bits and pieces, or all kinds of things from other worlds, or deeds of gods that cannot be verified. Strangely enough, most of the gods involved in these deeds are not well-known, like the Grim Reaper. They exist in this world, but they have not left many traces, and it is impossible for them to be associated with the word powerful.

There were too many stories and too long, and the prophet was only willing to tell one paragraph when he was full of food and drink, so he was "retained" by the crowd. During this time, the person who found the inn in exchange for help appeared—a high price in exchange for a life.

It's really a high [natural fo] price that is enough to impress everyone, but no one dares to accept it. In hesitation, the prophet who heard the news persuaded the people. He said that God's will is everywhere, and occasionally by the hands of mortals, he must learn to grasp the true meaning. It was also then that the Prophet spat out two words from his mouth: "Awe!"

He came forward to talk with the man for a long time, or rather interrogated him for a long time, and finally signed a contract on behalf of the inn. Since some people are willing to come out and carry this black cauldron, then some things might as well be pushed along with the current. Because the things here cannot be hidden from those two gods, since everyone is allowed to keep the prophet, why not be tempted a little?

There are some things that I will be afraid of when I think about them, and some things that I will understand after many years that I was really bold at that time.