Author: Leader of the Tofu Naoxian Party

"So, what's the third question?" Zhong Ming was not in a hurry to ask, but allowed the nobles to be ecstatic and praise Matt for a while before slowly asking.

Zhong Ming thought silently in his heart: "That's right, that's right."

Matt calmed down, recovered from the shock of Zhong Ming's miracle, and said: "The third answer is, object, uh-"

As soon as he finished speaking, he yawned, his eyes became blurry, intense sleepiness surged into every part of his body, he fell down on the floor, and fell asleep.

The princes and nobles present were dumbfounded. From despair to hope and then to despair, the exciting psychological changes like a roller coaster made them unbearable.

Archduke Decor collapsed and broke through his physical limit. He staggered and resisted Zhong Ming's pressure, rushed to Matt, and shook his body desperately, trying to wake him up.

Back in the early hours of this morning, Matt's eldest son Hughes took over the riding whip, drove the carriage, and listened silently to his father's endless boasts.

"Hughes, don't look so gloomy. Your father and I are a descendant of God. Do you understand that I am a descendant of God?"

"When I complete the mission under Poseidon Crown, I will definitely be able to lead you to live a good life."

"The God of Wealth, haha, is he worthy of ruling Ige? Only the Poseidon is worthy, and only the Poseidon Church is orthodox."

"Tomorrow I will..."

"Haha, daddy, I will be the great hero who saves the principality soon."

Hughes listened to his father's boastful words, recalled the hopeful expressions of the villagers when Bute was preaching, and recalled his hungry brothers and sisters under the "tithe" of Poseidon Church in previous years, his eyes flickered.

"Is what Poseidon said really believable? Has He really given us any favor? Can our family really live a good life?" Hughes doubted his father's words.

"Is Poseidon really the only ruler in this land, and is Poseidon Church really the only orthodoxy in this land? If it is the God of Wealth, it is the Church of Wealth..." Hughes listened as his father fell into

The snoring sound in the dreamland, the thoughts in my heart.

"The God of Wealth is so generous and fair, if He and His church can..."

"No, isn't there an opportunity right now for the glory of the God of Wealth to shine on the entire Ige? As long as my father goes late and doesn't go, then..." Hughes became more and more excited as he thought about it, and the hand waving the riding crop trembled slightly.

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Hughes has never been a devout believer in Poseidon. Even after being nurtured by his father day and night, he is still a shallow believer.

Perhaps it was because he saw with his own eyes his father abandoning his newborn sister when he was still young;

Perhaps it was because I saw with my own eyes the villagers who sold their children and daughters due to the church tax;

Perhaps it was because he saw his father sacrifice his daughter to please the missionary of the Poseidon Church, and he heard his sister screaming all night long under the torture of the slut.

In short, Hughes has never been a devout believer in Poseidon, and has even had an unspeakable dislike of Poseidon Church since he was a child.

Hughes touched the small piece of silver in his pocket, the wealth that the God of Wealth generously bestowed upon believers, the fruit of his hard work in helping Mr. Bute preach.

If he hadn't secretly left two pieces of silver for his mother and younger brothers and sisters, wouldn't they have starved to death?

Hughes' father, Matt, emptied his belongings in order to obtain the items needed for this trip.

Thinking of this, Hughes's disgust for Poseidon and his dissatisfaction with his fanatical father reached the extreme, and he completely made up his mind.

Hughes gradually slowed down the car and silently prayed to Zhong Ming: "The great being from the Blue Star, you are the master of metal, you are the founder of machinery and industry, you are the master of wealth, in your

Under your protection, I will obtain wealth equivalent to my labor.

Please listen to the prayers of your faithful followers, your humble servant has important news to tell you, this news will affect your light to shine on the entire Yig..."

There have been many new believers in the past six days since Zhong Ming. Tens of thousands of believers pray every day. Naturally, it is impossible for Him to listen to all of them, but to block the vast majority.

However, there was no night entertainment in Zoya World, and Zhong Ming did not have many night owl believers. Suddenly, a believer kept praying to him in the early morning, which quickly attracted his attention.

"Ahem, mortal, what's the matter with you?"

Hughes only felt a huge consciousness pouring into his mind, and his brain couldn't help but feel a little pain.

Fortunately, Zhong Ming's current state is only at the limit of a demigod, and delivering oracles without falling asleep only makes Hughes feel a slight stagnation in his head.

Feeling Zhong Ming's will, Hughes said with some excitement and trembling: "Your Majesty, yes, it is like this, my father..."

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Soon, the conversation between Hughes and Zhong Ming ended.

Touching a bottle of potion that suddenly appeared in his hand, Hughes resolutely poured it into the kettle and shook it again.

"Anyway, Your Majesty said it was just a coma, it was just a coma. I am doing this for the good of my father, the good of the whole family, and the good of everyone..." Hughes comforted himself.

"Hughes, what are you doing, why did you stop?" Matt asked half asleep when he felt the carriage stop.

Just as he was about to wave his riding crop and start off again, Hughes suddenly heard his own question. Feeling guilty, he said tremblingly: "No, it's nothing, dad. I just got out of the car and went to pee."

Fortunately, Matt didn't ask any questions. When he saw the carriage moving again, he fell into sleep again - he was really exhausted from running around for days, and he was not young.

Hearing his father's snoring, Hughes breathed a sigh of relief, cheered up, and concentrated on driving.

The sky gradually became dim, and Hughes saw the majestic Nabulen from a distance. He slowed down and stopped.

"Father, father, wake up, we're almost there." Hughes held a kettle and dry bread in one hand and shook Matt gently with the other, saying, "Eat something, we are about to enter the city."

Matt opened his eyes in confusion, and after cursing a few words, he took the dry bread and the kettle, took a sip of water and a sip of bread, and quickly destroyed these things, clapped his hands and stood up.

The next step was to line up to enter the city, look for the palace, and ask for an audience.

After a while, the sleeping potion mixed with a lot of water took effect just before Matt entered the palace, and he began to yawn non-stop, but he suppressed it with his extremely excited and fanatical spirit.

Zhong Ming saw his upper and lower eyelids fighting constantly, so he gently pushed his hand, deliberately delaying for a while before asking questions. Sure enough, the effect of the medicine was just right.

Looking at the nobles who wanted to kill Matt with a knife, and Archduke Dikol who might have taken action if Zhong Ming hadn't been there, Zhong Ming urged:

"Mortals, are you kidding me? Or are you ready to give up?"

"The answer to the third question, do you still want to answer it?"
Chapter completed!