"Wow?"

Hearing Mystra's voice, Yuan Chenfei smiled.

This is the first time since he met Mistra that Mistra took the initiative to speak to Yuan Chenfei.

No matter what he was about to say, it was a leap forward for Yuan Chenfei.

Zhao Yingcai was also stupid when he heard it.

Mistra knew it, of course, and every professional who changed jobs had heard Mistra's voice. But after that, Mystra will not respond to anyone.

To this day, Mystra's sudden appearance completely shocked everyone.

In addition to the shock, there is more panic.

Because this means that Yuan Chenfei is right, this world is no longer controlled by humans, but by the gods.

The gods didn't manage, simply because they were too lazy to manage.

But when they want to make a decision, then their will is the supreme will.

The law no longer has meaning, much less sacredness.

Because the gods are holy.

The will of the gods is the law!

Zhao Yingcai, who realized this, was extremely depressed, because he no longer knew where to go in the future.

Here, Yuan Chenfei had already responded to Mystra's words: "What makes the gods happy? So what can make the gods happy?"

"As you just said, in addition to blood and fanaticism, intrigue, calculation, and betrayal are all favorite dramas of the gods, and different gods have different preferences. Mystra replied.

"That's right, like yesterday's literary fan. "Yuan Chen Feidao.

"Catmir does have special tastes, and there are many gods like this who have their own unique tastes. Usually they will actively choose some people to be their agents, thinking that they will bring special pleasure to themselves. ”

"Is it like specifying a certain show?" asked Yuan Chenfei.

"That's right. ”

"So are you here because I'm also favored by a god?"

"Correct. Mystra's voice was low, but it didn't disappear, but the next words could only be heard by Yuan Chenfei.

"A god has taken a fancy to you, and he has issued you a quest, do you accept it?" asked Mystra.

"What task?" asked Yuan Chenfei. His voice was also blocked, so that Zhao Yingcai and the others could only see him open his mouth, but could not hear him speak.

"You don't know until you accept it. ”

"Then I refuse. ”

"Are you sure? This is the task of the gods. ”

"There's no way I'm going to accept a mission without knowing what it's about. ”

Even if you refuse, God can force you to do it. Mystra Road.

Yuan Chenfei didn't care at all: "I know, but it's not called a mission, it's called an order." Are you sure God is giving you a task, not an order?"

"......" Mistra was speechless.

Yuan Chenfei's seemingly simple question, but in fact, hit the other party's vital point.

That's the rule.

Since it is a game, there must be rules, even rules that even gods must be bound by, otherwise the game will be meaningless.

Can God give commands to people?

Of course.

But an order is an order, a task is a task, and it is not to be confused.

If it is a rule, there must be a definition, and the boundaries must be clear.

There is a big difference between the voluntary nature of the task and the mandatory nature of the order.

Yuan Chenfei didn't know what the restrictions of God's orders or missions were, but he did know that there were—not only because he had confirmed this yesterday when he was in contact with the monkey-faced god Katmir, but Liu Yang also talked about it in his notes.

You must know that the god agent game was not uncommon in the future.

As for now, everything has just begun, and those who can become agents are elites.

In any case, a task is a task, it is not mandatory, and even God cannot change it at will.

So after Yuan Chenfei said this, Mistella was silent for a while.

After a while, he said, "This god likes lively and witty shows, so he arranged a special competition." ”

"Race, that means it's not me?"

"yes, I can't tell you more. ”

"I at least need to know if it's a deathmatch. ”

Mystra was silent for a moment before she said, "It's not a deathmatch, the winner has a chance to get a big prize." ”

"Can I bring someone else to the race?"

This time Mistra responded much faster: "That means finding help, and you can do that, but it also costs more." ”

"So that's the case...... Yuan Chenfei muttered to himself, thought about it and nodded: "Okay, I'll participate." ”

"Tomorrow at noon, come to this place. A stream of information entered Yuan Chenfei's mind, and then Mystra was silent.

At this time, looking at Zhao Yingcai again, he was completely stupid.

Although he didn't know what they said later, just listening to the previous content was enough for him to be shocked.

"So, you took on a mission from the gods?" he muttered.

"Don't ask what you shouldn't. Yuan Chenfei said: "By the way, I won't come over tomorrow to report, you won't have an opinion on this, right?"

Zhao Yingcai shook his head blankly.

"Alright, I'll go first. Yuan Chenfei said hello and left.

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Back at Xingye Manor, it was already dinner time.

Everyone has come out and is cooking on the fire in the manor cafeteria.

With the passage of time in the other world, everyone gradually became familiar with each other and gradually made friends. Even the three rescued people brought back by Yuan Chenfei, Li Zhe, Kong Ning, and Yan Jiali, also integrated into the group and became friends.

In contrast, it was Yuan Chenfei, the master of the other world, who was much more alienated from them because he was alone most of the time.

Seeing Yuan Chen flying over, everyone beckoned. Anyway, Yuan Chenfei is the master here.

The sixth junior high even brought a big bowl of food to Yuan Chenfei's side, gesticulating, indicating that it was left for Yuan Chenfei.

The food is all immortal food, and it is easier to restore the physical strength and energy of the professional than ordinary food, but only if the life profession is a chef can it really play its role.

In the sixth year of junior high school, his life occupation is a chef, so he has been cooking for everyone during this time.

"Well, the craftsmanship of the sixth year of junior high school has grown again. Yuan Chenfei praised while drinking the soup. I gave the deformation charm to Liu Li, and Liu Li got a good thing and was very happy.

"What do you mean by growing up again, has it never been bad?" Zhou Dingguo loved the sixth junior high school very much, and complained about him.

The sixth day of junior high school is a smile that doesn't matter.

"Okay, okay, it's always been so good, it's me who used the wrong words. Yuan Chenfei smiled: "By the way, how is this time?"

"Not bad, if the boss doesn't collect our taxes, it will be perfect. Zhou Dingguo replied, and everyone laughed together.

"Be content, you, even if you pay half, the benefits are much better than the monster grabbing that we fought with those guys to the death. Li Zhanjun came over and said, "Have you heard? A few days ago, there was another accident at the Otherworldly Gate on Wen'an's side. The Sanjiang Gang and the Liuhe fought and hundreds of people died. The world is getting more and more chaotic now. ”

In the past, the death of hundreds of people in a weapon fight was definitely a major event that swept the country, but now, it happens almost every day.

The law and order situation is getting worse and chaos is growing.

The emergence of the Otherworldly Gate further stimulates this situation, and there are people fighting for turf every day. Like Xingye Manor, only a dozen or twenty people have made a fortune in the other world, which is something that you don't even need to think about, it is simply a paradise.

So don't say that they pay half of them, that is, Li Zhe and eighty percent of them are content - the income is about the same as outside, but the security situation is much better.

Zhou Dingguo smiled: "I don't mean to say this, and I can't compare with you, but all your profits are in your pocket." ”

"Nonsense, Lao Tzu is doing extra work. Li Zhanjun glared and replied: "The defensive measures inside and outside here are all done by Lao Tzu, and I am tired to death." ”

"With our money. Xu Jun whispered.

"Fuck off!" Xin Li kicked him hard, the stinky boy is good, but his mouth is too cheap, and the dog will never spit out ivory in his mouth.

He didn't have this problem when he chased Shui Yingying.

Or a matter of mentality.

"I've got extra work, and I'm cooking. Zhou Dingguo was still muttering.

"No, you're a captive. Xu Jun continued to dislike people.

Everyone obeyed him.

"The workers who went in have always been protected by you, and you have worked hard during this time. From tomorrow onwards, you, like Lao Li, will take the full amount. Yuan Chenfei said suddenly.

Zhou Dingguo was relieved, and then he was overjoyed.

How could he not be excited when the hard work finally paid off.

"What about the sixth year of junior high school?" he asked.

He still hasn't forgotten the sixth day of junior high school.

"There is no income on the sixth day of junior high school. Yuan Chenfei was still so indifferent.

Zhou Dingguo's heart was cold, but he didn't care about the sixth day of junior high school.

The next moment, Yuan Chenfei waved his hand, and the chopping mountain in his hand had fallen into the hands of Chu Liu: "Yours, and this." ”

He threw out another armor, but it was a rare-grade armor with two shattered gems inlaid on it.

The following two pieces of rare equipment are still inlaid with gems that no one has at this stage, and everyone is confused.

They finally understood why there was no profit in the sixth year of junior high school.

Problems such as equipment for the sixth year of junior high school, Yuan Chenfei directly covered it.

"Ali of Monte Cristo. Sun Fei muttered with inexplicable emotion, obviously feeling the status of the sixth junior high school, how similar to the dumb slave Ali in the Count of Monte Cristo.

Seeing these two pieces of equipment, no one was aggrieved by the sixth junior high school.

"By the way, Liu Li, Yingying, Dingguo, the sixth day of the first month, the four of you will come with me tomorrow. "Yuan Chen Feidao.