"God ......"

Nigel shuddered, he looked into Edla's eyes, and he could clearly see the frenzy and confidence in Edla's eyes.

This real emotion made Nigel dare not look at it directly, and his instincts told him that what Edra said was true.

But..... Is there really a god in this world?

Nigel was a little confused, he had seen countless ancient books about the records and legends of the gods, but weren't those all myths?

No one has ever heard of it, and there is no ancient book that accurately records the appearance of a god in a certain place, and there are legends of gods in the continent of Esker, but there is never a real god.

"You don't believe it?"

Edra raised an eyebrow, and he looked at Nigel.

Nigel looked at Edra in silence and didn't speak.

Whoever says to his face that there is a god in this world will be skeptical when he has not seen a miracle with his own eyes.

An Baichen smiled, he didn't let Edra explain too much, but directly conveyed the order to the undead warriors behind Edla.

Nigel noticed something unusual about the black-robed servant behind Edla, and he looked up.

The ten black-robed servants stood in a row, raised their hands, and lifted the black robes draped over their bodies in unison.

The pale skeletons reflected a strange sheen in the candlelight, the sharp arms and weapons made people shudder, and the gray and white flames danced in the dark eye sockets, and they looked at Nigel in silence.

They stood motionless, like sculptures, but Nigel felt that they were alive!

"What is this?"

"Oh my God!"

The handmaidens let out a low cry as they looked at the undead warriors in horror as they huddled together and huddled together with their backs against the wall.

Anyone who sees a group of moving skeletons is terrified, more than they are at the sight of bloody corpses.

This is not only the fear of the unknown, but also the fear from the soul level, the undead aura carried by the undead warrior has a certain erosion and suppression of all living forms.

Nigel froze, he stood motionless, looking at the undead warriors dumbfounded.

It's not just that he saw what they just did, but that they are alive in the true sense of the word!

These bones have a soul of their own.

"They...... What are they?"

Nigel swallowed, struggling to shift his gaze to Edla.

Nigel had already emptied the entire second floor of the bar, and this was a separate dining room, so no one else except Nigel and others had seen the mysterious and magical scene.

Edra looked at Nigel with a smile and said calmly, "This is God's creation, God's servant." ”

"God ......"

Nigel was silent, he glanced at the Undead Warrior and then at Edla, and he suddenly felt that the people in Sand City were wrong.

Mr. Edra is not at all what one might think, he does have a strong background, a background that no one could have imagined!

Mr. Edra had a wizard, which was the limit of what one could guess, but who knew that Edra could have a connection with God?

Nigel didn't fully believe Edla's words, and although the skeletons in front of him had a great sensory impact, he still tried to keep what was left of his sanity.

Nigel took a deep breath and he sat down in his chair, he felt he needed to sit because he was a little weak in his legs.

"Mr. Edla. ”

Nigel drank a glass of wine, and his voice was a little hoarse: "The commodity you just said is more precious than the secret stone, and that is...... They?"

Nigel plucked up the courage to point at the undead warriors.

"Yes. ”

Edra nodded, and said, "Their value is not just in themselves, I'm sure you can see their potential value. ”

"Perhaps I should tell you that I do have an entire vein of mystic stone on my hands. ”

Edra shook the wine glass in his hand, he looked into Nigel's eyes, and said word by word, "But without them, without my master, I would never have been able to get this secret stone vein." ”

It was very skillful for Ann to let Edra say this, for Edla, Lord Death was right, without the help of the undead warrior and Lord Death, he would not be able to protect this wealth even if he discovered the secret stone vein.

But when these words fell into Nigel's ears, it turned out that God had given Edra a whole vein of secret stones.

This is the great power that God should have, to give his followers and servants more wealth, power, and status than they can imagine.

Nigel was silent, he could understand what Edra meant.

Their true value lies in the god who made them, and if they can deal with a true god, they must get more and rarer.

If the gods can give Edra a whole vein of secret stones, then naturally he can give himself something of equal value.

Only, can I make a deal with God?

Nigel's spirit is a little trance, looking at the entire Eske continent, there are countless powerful chambers of commerce, and there are countless shrewd merchants, but which merchant can make a deal with the gods?

Now this opportunity is in front of me.

Even if he is just making a deal with God's servant Adra, he is a person who has a relationship with God, which is very different from ordinary transactions.

Nigel continued to ask, "Mr. Edla, are you going to sell them to me?"

Nigel hesitated for a moment, then added, "I...... I'm not sure if I can afford to buy them. ”

"No, you're wrong. ”

Edra shook her head and said, "Whether you can get them or not, I can't decide, only my master." ”

Is his master God?

Nigel looked into Edla's eyes, a servant of God.

"That'...... What should I do?"

Nigel made up his mind, and he decided to give it a try.

Nigel had no experience in this at all, and he suddenly felt that the business skills he had mastered before were useless, and that gods were the same as ordinary people?

It's harder to make a deal with God, I'm afraid.

But if everything is really as Edra said, a god who can give Edra the secret stone vein must be very powerful, and if he behaves well, I'm afraid he can get more things!

Nigel is a good businessman, but also a capitalist.

For the capitalist, as long as it is profitable, there is no reason for him not to try.

"It's simple. ”

Edra took out a piece of parchment from his arms, smiled and handed it to the undead warrior behind him, he waved his hand and motioned for the undead warrior to give the parchment to Nigel: "This is the medium to contact God, you only need to drop a few drops of your own blood to communicate with God." ”

The undead warrior walked over, pale bony finger holding the parchment, and handed it to Nigel's eyes.

Nigel's eyelids jumped wildly, and he looked at the skeleton in front of him, its left hand was as intact as a normal person, and its right hand was like a long knife.

"Take it. ”

The undead warrior spoke, his voice hoarse and cold, his voice not stiff, giving the impression that he was talking to a human being.

It can move, it can speak, and this is not a puppet that ordinary wizards can make.

Wait a minute!

No, it didn't speak at all, it just opened its mouth and the voice sounded in my head!

Nigel realized the problem, he felt a little dizzy in his mind, there was so much stimulation today, he couldn't react for a while.

Undead warriors have no musculature and can't pronounce words properly, and all communication is on a spiritual level, without the need to think about issues like a common language.

Nigel took the parchment in a daze, and watched as the undead warrior turned away and returned to the group, regaining his motionless sculptural posture.

"Alright, it's getting late, I'm going back. ”

Edra stood up and stretched, he looked at Nigel and smiled and said, "I can only provide you with a chance to communicate with God, but whether you can successfully make a deal with God or not, this is not something I can control, everything depends on you." ”

"Nigel, I admire you, but I'll only give you this opportunity once, you take advantage of it yourself. ”

Edra gave Nigel a deep look, then turned to leave the bar box, and the undead warriors followed Edra in uniform in their black robes.

Nigel noticed that their steps were neat, and they were like people in every step, more disciplined than the most elite knights Nigel had ever seen.

If it is used in war, such a mysterious warrior of the gods will probably cause more lethality, right?

Nigel watched the undead warrior leave the box, and he sat alone in a chair in a daze.

The maids in the room had frightened eyes, and they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief as they watched Edra and the skeletons leave.

They had never seen such a magical and mysterious existence in their lives, it was terrifying!

Is this a human, or a puppet, or something?

The guests had already left, and the maids forced themselves to stand up, and with their weak legs, they gathered around the table to gather the dishes.

Some of the bold maids had recovered their strength, and had been wondering what the servant that Mr. Edra had brought with him.

They had decided to share what they had seen with their sisters tonight, and some of the maids were already secretly wondering if they could sell this information for a good price.

In Sand City, any news can be sold as information.

The so-called loyalty is nothing more than waiting for the price to sell.

The sound of the maids cleaning up the bowls brought Nigel back to his senses, and his confused and shocked eyes gradually calmed down, and Nigel glanced up at the busy maids and slammed his glass on the ground.

"Smack!"

The maids looked back at Nigel in astonishment, and fell to their knees, not knowing what had happened to their master and why he had suddenly dropped his glass.

Is the master angry?

"Bang!"

The door to the bar's box was slammed open, and dozens of knights in armor rushed in.

The knight at the head walked up to Nigel and saluted respectfully: "Mr. Nigel." ”

"Hmm. ”

Nigel nodded, he stood up, didn't look at the maid kneeling on the ground, and left the box directly.

"Choke. ”

The captain of the knight drew the long sword at his waist and walked to the maid kneeling on the ground with a blank face.

The women's screams soon came from behind them, and the sword fell, and the blood that shot out flew to Nigel's feet.

Nigel put the parchment paper close to his body, then turned and gently closed the door of the box, and he left without looking back.

There are some secrets that can't be known by too many people.