Yu Mingchuan pretended to think for a moment and then chose to take the boat to the sea.

The route to Sapphire City by float boat lasts two and a half days. It takes about a week for a normal ship to go to sea.

Although sailing can be dangerous, the 20 credit ticket is really attractive.

The little boy who sold the newspaper looked up, his face a little greasy as if he was longing for something. Some tip or something.

Yu Mingchuan was poor, and he did not exchange the city's currency. It can be said that none of the pockets of a man in this city are cleaner than his.

"What's your name? Lad. Yu Mingchuan squatted down and asked.

"My name is Keduou, sir." Feeling the change in Dao Yu Mingchuan's attitude, Ke Duou couldn't help but feel a little excited.

He knew that these hypocritical high-class people had no resistance to the naivety and childishness they had performed.

Keduou's sister was taken by a big man with a pitiful and innocent attitude, so she entered the convent.

Keduou was expecting something the noble magician would come up with to dispel his pity.

His expression was also more sincere, and he grabbed the ill-fitting brown bib pants on his body.

"This is the Gospel of Good Dreams, my Lord is very loving, may all beings be bathed in His glory."

Yu Mingchuan stuffed the gospel conjured up with "God said" into the little boy's big pocket.

That bag was bulging, and it was clear that a lot of good stuff had been stuffed into it.

A book? Before the little boy could think about it, he saw Yu Mingchuan flying towards the harbor.

His eyes were full of longing, and he murmured softly.

"Even just being a magician slave is a rare thing."

Looking at Yu Mingchuan, who was flying farther and farther, Keduou rearranged his outfit again.

Look at the big bright eyes that can't be concealed by this dirty face, it looks like an innocent and pure lamb.

Then the Kerdugull began to ramble aimlessly on the street waiting for another good Samaritan.

……

On this side, Yu Mingchuan had already boarded the boat, in room 086 at the end of the simple and comfortable third floor.

Room 087 is already on the fourth floor.

"Knock knock~"

"Please come in." Yu Mingchuan said.

A mellow middle-aged man dressed as a missionary walked in with a kind smile.

Peer!?

"Oh, my child. Don't look at me so vigilantly, I just live in room 085 next door. ”

"Allow me to introduce me, for I am the shepherd of Churchill, the Lord of Winter."

"I haven't heard of it." Yu Mingchuan interrupted bluntly.

"I wonder if you have time to listen to the teachings of our lord?" The missionary sat down unconcernedly.

"There's no time." Yu Mingchuan refused very coldly.

But the missionary was clearly not dying, and he looked a little pretentious and pulled out his pocket watch.

After observing for a while, he spoke again:

"Ten years from now, you're going to have a very unfortunate life."

"Oh~"

"But you can change."

"Oh~~"

Yu Mingchuan dragged out his tone as a sign of respect.

The preacher frowned, "You seem indifferent to my words. ”

"I'm just thinking -- most people should be more unhappy in the future in 10 years than they are now, right?"

"It's like a 20-year-old gets much less happiness than a 10-year-old."

The missionary laughed.

"In fact, we in the church of Winterwinter can be transferred, and listening to the gospel of our Lord can change our fate."

"Does that increase good luck?" Yu Mingchuan asked curiously.

"You know, fate is a word that is vast, vast and bizarre. And good luck is only one part of the small receipts, and nothing can change it. The missionary admonished.

"That is—can't you?" Yu Mingchuan looked at the missionary.

"Yes, you're not wrong to say that."

"Oh, and what other business does your Winterwinter Church do?" Yu Mingchuan continued to ask with an expression of 'I know'.

The missionary's smile became a little forced, but he said:

"We at Winterwinter Church also offer an outreach business of blessing and reselling antiques."

"Oh~~~"

"Blessing is ...... by trained nuns with clean hands illuminated by the Holy Light," the missionary's tone became a little sarcastic.

"Wash your feet with your own hands." Speaking of this, the originally soft and benevolent eyes revealed a dirty light.

…… Ahh

It's so erotic to wash your feet, compared to this, Yu Mingchuan is more concerned about reselling antiques.

"What's good? I'll take a look. ”

The missionaries already knew that such a stubborn young man was not a missionary. So he quickly put on a sleek profiteer temperament.

Seeing the missionary who looked like a profiteer, Yu Mingchuan asked curiously:

"Do you believe in your 'faith'? Or is this just your way to make a living? ”

"Of course I have a devout faith, and in fact the questions you ask are the same thing for me."

"Our Lord has said: 'The ignorant believer is the purest and the most terrible. But I'd rather not have the purest faith, but the more sophisticated and sleek believers, who are in fact very modest and lovely.'"

Hearing this, Yu Mingchuan suddenly realized that the "gods" here are very close to the people. Or rather, He knows how to operate.

It turns out that even after becoming "God", believers and churches still need to operate?

This makes perfect sense.

……

Following the missionary, Yu Mingchuan went to room 085 next door to admire antiques and search for good goods.

The missionary laboriously dragged out a large black suitcase from under the planks. He brushed the dust off it, not knowing where he was aiming his pocket watch.

"Let's chirp~!" The box opened.

The sound of unboxing is really tooth-sore.

"Oh, this is an earring from the emerald capital, a wind chime from the ancient capital of music. Large fish bones, fish bones, whalebones of Mislav. And the dice that sank the sea of stars......"

Yu Mingchuan was picky, and an old notebook caught his eye.

He flipped through it and saw that it was a diary.

A diary that records time in an unusual way.

"Today is my first day in Lilith's Cabin, and I heard that there seems to be an apprentice who has not yet entered the school, and the delay will be a big demerit."

"It's sad. But my dream is to become a witch, and it's good to have a competitor less. ”

"Today is my ninth day in Lilith's Cabin, and I've already started learning to make witch soup."

"Today is my 753rd day in Lilith's Cabin, and I know the cost of the witch who delayed the date of enrollment."

"It's 'Personality Eternal Bond', so isn't she even as good as a grasshopper for a person with a high personality?"

"But it's a dispensable price, and many people will even have to pay for it in order to gain spellcasting expertise."

"After all, people with high personalities are too rare, and generally speaking, only gods can be called high-ranking people, so this price is somewhat dispensable."

Yu Mingchuan closed the diary, and he hadn't read the rest of the content.

Old Witch Snow seems to be Lilith's Cabin, right?

"How much is this diary? I only have credits. Yu Mingchuan asked the smiling missionary.

"It's okay, I can swipe my card here, and I have a special credit card machine." As he spoke, the missionary pulled out an object that looked like a landline telephone.

"You're very capable of doing business." Yu Mingchuan was about to swipe the card, "So how many credits should I pay?" ”