Is there anything more ridiculous in this world than this?

Oris twitched, looking at the girl who kept talking in front of him, he opened his mouth and wanted to interrupt him, but after thinking about it, he stopped.

The role he plays now is a refugee who fled from afar.

With such an identity, facing a noble priest, he should not have the courage to interrupt the other party.

So in order to maintain his personality, Oris still suppressed the strange feeling that arose in his heart and listened to the other person's words.

Moreover, the girl in front of her was not just telling them, there were other people gathered.

Among the crowd, the girl's face flushed and she kept talking to praise the achievements of the Lord of Nature, as if she was giving a speech.

“As long as you are willing to join our church, you will have the opportunity to receive relief every month and have a free lunch in the temple.”

After a lecture, the girl said the last and most critical sentence.

Suddenly, the people around who were not very interested stopped.

They looked at each other and saw the feeling of being ready to move from each other's eyes.

That was a feeling of heartbeat.

Soon, the crowd dispersed.

Several people followed the girl directly, and it seemed that they were going to register at the temple of the Lord of Nature.

Only then did Oris breathe a sigh of relief and then continued to move forward.

But not long after, another old man wearing a pitch-black robe and a kind-faced look came over.

"Dear friend, have you ever been troubled by the illness?"

The old man walked forward with a kind smile on his face, and a faint breath of divine power was also lingering on his body.

This is another god's sacrifice.

Oris's body suddenly froze.

At this time, he vaguely knew what would happen next.

Sure enough, everything happened next as he thought.

The old man in front of him was a sacrifice of the god of medicine, and he also came to preach.

After a while, Oris got rid of the priest.

Together with the Lord of Darkness, he walked aside with some fatigue and carefully looked at the Lord of Darkness beside him.

Beside him, the Lord of Darkness still had a smile on his face, and he was full of enthusiasm all the way, and there was no sign of unhappiness.

This made Oris secretly relieved.

However, the previous experience also made Oris a little tired and alert.

In order to avoid continuing to encounter similar situations, he decided to change his previous strategy and no longer pretend to be a poor man, but instead directly spent money to find a guide.

There are many people around this kind of person.

In this city, as the number of foreign refugees continues to increase, many people specialize in the business of these people.

Without spending much money, Oris found a pretty good guide.

"Sir, you are not harassed by those missionaries."

On the way, the guide looked at Oris' somewhat ugly face and immediately guessed his experience.

"Sorry, compared to other places, the sacrifices here are a bit too enthusiastic."

“Too enthusiastic?”

Oris lowered his head, recalled the scene he had experienced before, and then nodded in agreement.

Calculate the time, he was a person who had lived for hundreds of years, but he had never seen such a passionate sacrifice.

He actually openly recruited people to church on the street.

This is not bad either

"By the way"

Thinking of his experience just now, Oris thought of something again: "Why are there so many churches here?"

Believe in something like this has a certain degree of exclusivity.

In most cases, there will be only one mainstream belief in a region, and the faith of the rest of the gods will be expelled.

But in the place before us, just sacrifices from different churches, Oris had seen three.

This situation is undoubtedly extremely rare and also makes Oris a little curious.

"Is this?"

The guide was not surprised by Oris's problem and said subconsciously: "In the Kingdom of Hatim, there is a missionary method formulated by King Hatim himself."

"Sir, you are not harassed by those missionaries."

On the way, the guide looked at Oris' somewhat ugly face and immediately guessed his experience.

"Sorry, compared to other places, the sacrifices here are a bit too enthusiastic."

“Too enthusiastic?”

Oris lowered his head, recalled the scene he had experienced before, and then nodded in agreement.

Calculate the time, he was a person who had lived for hundreds of years, but he had never seen such a passionate sacrifice.

He actually openly recruited people to church on the street.

This is not bad either

"By the way"

Thinking of his experience just now, Oris thought of something again: "Why are there so many churches here?"

Believe in something like this has a certain degree of exclusivity.

In most cases, there will be only one mainstream belief in a region, and the faith of the rest of the gods will be expelled.

But in the place before us, just sacrifices from different churches, Oris had seen three.

This situation is undoubtedly extremely rare and also makes Oris a little curious.

"Is this?"

The guide was not surprised by Oris's problem and said subconsciously: "In the Kingdom of Hatim, there is a missionary method formulated by King Hatim himself."

"Is this?"
Chapter completed!