"I will sacrifice this magic circle to you in its entirety, and then, in your name, use your divine power to place such a teleportation magic circle in front of every large and medium-sized city temple, and everyone can use it."

Misla was a little strange: "But I can't see what benefits you will get in this condition."

"Everyone has to send ten copper coins, and the money is collected by the Magic Temple." Roland looked at the other party's beautiful pink pupils and said, "And five of the copper coins are mine, and they are settled once a month, how about?"

"Is it half a minute?" Misla sighed: "You want money. I thought you had more transaction content, which is obviously not as valuable as my clone. And to me, it doesn't seem to be of any benefit. What's the use of my money?"

Roland was stunned for a moment, and then he said carefully: "Goddess, there must be no one among your believers who understand the long-term rules."

He now knows that the intelligence, knowledge, experience and eyes of the gods all depend on the ‘quality’ of the believers.

Misla was a little embarrassed.

The number of her orthodox believers is less than 10,000!

And most of them are magicians with no future and no talent.

Anyone with some prospects will join magic associations everywhere. Who will believe in the magic goddess?

"Sit." Misla quickly calmed down, she waved her hand and made out two chairs.

Then the two sat face to face.

She sat dignifiedly and nodded to Roland: "Tell me a good thing, I lack talents in this area now."

In the past, Misla was just a magic researcher and had no research or investigation into economic rules and long-term layout of power.

And now... her believers are all good people who are better than the lower level than the lower level, and they are less likely to understand the theory of power and organizational operations.

"First of all, money is very important. Maybe you don't need the goddess, but your temple, your believers need it."

"But only ten copper coins were sent once, so it seemed that I couldn't make much money." Misla didn't think much about it.

"Goddess, do you know how many large, medium and small cities are in total?"

"If you only count the human world, it will be about 110,000."

Roland smiled: "So, even if there are only one hundred people in each city to teleport every day, how much will it cost?"

Misla was stunned for a moment, and then her expression immediately became serious: "More than 100 million copper coins! This is the lowest number. Such a low transmission cost can be afforded as long as it is not too poor. The average number of teleporters in each city will definitely not be less than one thousand people every day! Hiss!"

Since he is a goddess who has lived for hundreds of years, he is also frightened by this number.

She couldn't help but breathe: "Your ambition is so great!"

"It's too much." Roland smiled.

At this time, Misla felt a little unreconcilable. She was still a goddess no matter how she said she was. Now she was moved in front of a mortal, so she wanted to get back to the scene: "But no matter how much money it is, it will have no effect on me. I still can't see any benefits I can get. On the contrary, you... are very likely to become the richest person in the world. More than ten years later, the Dragon King Bahamut is not as rich as you."

Roland shook his head: "So, Goddess, you still lack people who can help you with long-term rules. As far as I know, Goddess's temple is now estimated to be only a few hundred. So, as I said just now, it is impossible to spread the teleportation array all over the world."

Misla's face looked a little bad, but she was not angry, she was just embarrassed.

"But with money, it's not easy for you to build more temples? And with money, you can also give your orthodox believers higher tributes to make them more motivated to preach, right?"

Misla nodded: "Is this indeed, is there any other benefit?"

"The other is faith!" Roland spread his hands, as if embracing the whole world, and said: "When the magic teleportation array is spread throughout all large, medium and small cities in the world, when all humans, or smart creatures, are accustomed to using the teleportation array to travel, visit relatives, and do business... Every time they teleport for a while, they will think that this magic array is the gift of the goddess Misla. From childhood to adulthood, from generation to generation, and from generation to generation, you will think of your goodness. So how much benefit does this have to the spread of your faith?"

Misla's eyes lit up, very bright.

She has no knowledge in this area, nor does she have any believers who understand this area, so she can't imagine it for the time being.

But that doesn't mean she is stupid.

After all, she is a magic goddess and has extremely high intelligence. As long as someone puts relevant knowledge in front of her, she will soon understand.

Her hands were shaking slightly, but she still resisted the girlish mentality of wanting to jump, and said seriously: "I understand the benefits you said, but you want too much. It's not good to make a 50% share. I've paid too much, you've paid too little."

"But I have paid a spell model and the planning of the Magical Divine Cult can tell you," said Roland.

"It's still too much." The Magic Goddess shook his head: "You are too greedy. If it were this number, I would rather not know this magic circle."

The Magic Goddess' expression was very serious and confident.

Roland sighed, "Then how much did you say?"

"September 1!"

Roland showed an exaggerated and even angry expression: "Goddess, you are so inauthentic. Since that's the case, I'll leave."

After saying that, Roland was about to stand up.

"Eighty-two!" The goddess stared at Roland: "You can't be taller, young man, don't be too greedy."

Roland thought for a long time and nodded with difficulty: "Okay, just eighteen."

"Then let's make a contract." The goddess used divine power to make a divine power book between the two: "Press your palm up."

Roland took a casual look and felt that there was no problem, so he put his hand on it.

The blue divine power contract disappeared, and both parties felt a strange force restraining themselves.

Then Roland smiled, laughing happily.
Chapter completed!