Elder Gosen was obviously dissatisfied with Mars and Su Xian's behavior, but the dinner party organized by the Relic Society did not force the guests to be accepted on the surface, so he could only watch them retreat.

After that, Sue Christine obviously didn't want to go on stage immediately, and Nana Perth also stood still.

Suxian, Buck, and Mars did not immediately return to their seats.

But they didn't have to wait long, and a middle-aged nobleman came over with his servants.

"Can you drive some?"

The middle-aged nobleman said very politely to Nana, who was in the way.

Nana Perth didn't say much, and naturally walked away.

The middle-aged nobleman continued to walk to the stage with his cane.

The servants who followed him were burly and unusually tall, but what was even more striking was the dozen or so boxes he was holding in his arms!

The boxes were tied in a net, and they were stacked more than a meter high, which was amazing.

"That's a lot of money."

Even Su Xian couldn't help but sigh, and then shook his head, feeling sorry for the middle-aged nobleman.

Because the precious antiquities in these boxes are probably going to be lost.

……

The middle-aged aristocrat walked up to the high platform and looked very calm.

His servant carefully lowered the net of boxes, but hurried down again.

However, no one cared about the whereabouts of the servant, and everyone at the scene just wanted to see if the middle-aged nobleman could get the gift from the gods.

Elder Gosen's brows widened visibly, revealing a faint smile.

……

One, two, three......

As the middle-aged nobleman took out the treasures in the box one by one and put them into the golden gate one by one, the golden gate spit out one thing after another.

First stones, then mud, then scrap metal......

The middle-aged nobleman's face did not change, and he continued to throw those valuable antiquities into it.

In less than a few minutes, he lost tens of millions of property.

But until all the antiquities were sacrificed, the "god of history" still did not grant him any favor.

This situation is not actually scientific.

Believers make sacrifices to God, show their sincerity with sacrifices, win God's approval with devout faith, and God will give you grace and blessings.

However, in this dinner held by the Relic Society, it is only a simple worship of the so-called "god of history", there is no doctrine, no prayer, no channel to express piety, and the only thing that can show one's sincerity is the "sacrifice".

But no matter how many "sacrifices" you offer, they will not really raise the identity of the "god of history" with you.

There will be no change at all.

It's not even as good as "trading".

"Transactions" are at least on an "equivalence" basis.

But the middle-aged aristocrat seems to want to challenge this "unreasonableness".

When he had offered all the sacrifices, he did not step down in frustration, but still waited with a heavy and calm heart.

Soon after, his servant reappeared, with a large number of boxes in his hands.

"He's still there!"

To the exclamations of the crowd, the burly servant stepped up to the stage and put down the pile of boxes, and then he ran down again.

"Is there any?"

Even Su Xian and the others were very surprised.

"He can't be loaded with a wagon of treasures, right?"

Sue Christine also muttered quietly.

But apparently she seemed to have guessed correctly.

……

Eighteenth, nineteenth, twentieth......

The middle-aged aristocracy is like a coin-operated machine, throwing sacrifices into the golden gate without changing its face.

Later, he didn't even open the box, and just put the antiquities into the door along with the box.

His feet were piled up with miscellaneous rubbish.

The people in the audience were already stunned, and some even began to hesitate.

If even those who invest so much can't get God's gift, then what can be done to get God's gift?

Is it really just luck?

This phenomenon is obviously not a good thing for the continued development of this banquet.

But Elder Gosen on the stage was just laughing.

If you are close to his mouth, you can even hear him muttering, "Go on, go on, go on...... The more the merrier...... It's almost ......."

……

The servants of the middle-aged nobleman went back and forth six times, and after the sixth time, he did not step down again, but only stood by the middle-aged nobleman's side.

The middle-aged nobleman's face finally showed anxiety.

Because the precious antiquities in his hands are about to be gone!

He originally thought that these hundreds of antiquities could be exchanged for at least one god-given thing.

But that doesn't seem to be the case now.

He only had eight chances left!

Looking at the last eight boxes, he stopped, cane on his cane, and stared at the golden door.

The frame of the entire gate is made of gears and clocks, and in the middle of the door is a golden curtain of light, and no one knows what is hidden behind this light curtain.

Is it God?

Or is it a monster?

The fate of the previous bourgeoisie has not been forgotten, greed can dominate people, but fear is also an emotion that cannot be underestimated.

Half an hour later, the middle-aged nobleman picked up the penultimate box.

……

At this time, there was almost no sound in the audience.

Everyone watched with bated breath as he waited for him to drop the last eight boxes into the door.

Alice appeared at Mars' side at some point.

But she is very particular about her position.

Mars stood on Su Xian's left side, and she stood on Su Xian's right side, never getting too close to Mars.

……

"If I go and sacrifice the antiquities now, wouldn't I have a good chance of receiving God's gifts?"

Miss Christine twirled her brain, a little nervous.

Nana Perth raised her hand and rubbed the earring in her left ear, wondering what she was thinking.

……

The middle-aged nobleman, with a sigh, threw the penultimate box into the door.

Then the seventh-to-last, sixth-to-last......

All the time!

By the end, his hands were shaking, and all he got was useless garbage.

Picking up the last box, he staggered and could barely stand.

His servants hurriedly stepped forward to hold him up.

The middle-aged nobleman adjusted his breathing and stretched the last long box towards the door.

The front of the box passed through the door, and ripples rippled above the light curtain.

He gripped the other end of the box and stopped.

No one knew that these hundreds of precious antiquities were bought by him through bankruptcy.

He has no interest in the so-called "god of history", he only wants to get "what the gods have given him"!

There were so many people present, and all those who were invited had come into contact with the transcendent and felt the mystery of the transcendent power.

He believes that having "God-given things" is equivalent to having a more brilliant future!

It was a gamble, a big gamble that seemed to him to be definitely worth it!

But now, he only had that last chip in his hands.

"What if I get nothing out of it?"

This desperate thought swirled wildly in his mind, and he couldn't put the last artifact into the light curtain.

……

And so for about a minute.

There are "things" waiting for no hurry.

The light curtain of the golden gate squirmed, and the golden tentacles that had appeared once before suddenly burst out, entangled not only the last antiquities box, but also the arms of the middle-aged nobleman, and his body!

"Ahh

Screams of fear and despair resounded through the hall in an instant.