Chapter 84 Nan Wusan is actually stingy! (Additional update for alliance leader Feng Chenyin)

June 15th, year 612 of the Star Alliance Calendar, was probably a very special day for the back mountain of Central Teresan.

On this day, a Western religious war was staged here!

The goddess and the devil confront each other in the air!

Both parties are trying their best to break each other's stereotypes!

One party adheres to the insistence that gods should stay in the realm of gods! When you see the gods, you should be respectful and obedient.

One party was full of dissatisfaction that he was just passing by, why should he be scolded, urged and kicked!

A fierce rhetorical confrontation began!

The specific expression is "If you have the ability, come here!" "If you have the ability, come down!" "I am a god!" "I am still a devil! Come down here!"

At first glance, it was judged to be a quarrel between children, even though one party was a bumbling bad guy.

Obviously, this bad guy is Omer.

He didn't understand why the other party was so entangled with the concept of "staying in the divine realm", because the three goddesses in the textbook description were all gods in Western culture, and there was no need to have such an Eastern ritual.

As early as thousands of years ago, they liked to wander around and show their saints everywhere, and they left many records. This shrine was probably built by others, and according to the few records I saw before, the shrine was demolished by them themselves.

So why bother pretending to be like a far east god?

Omer doesn't understand, but that's not important!

The important thing is that since he sees her psychological baggage, why should he do what she says!

Speaking of God, he thought of the great disaster he had suffered in Tianmen City, and evil suddenly arose in his heart! He would retaliate in the same way as he did!!

Attack! Bounce! Attack! Bounce!

It looks like he is angry, but in fact he is extremely happy. From the beginning, he was dissatisfied and turned into a pure happy person, just to watch the other person become angry and suck out the black pleasure.

Ah. This is not good, it is not good, it is already worse than the joy of seeing others without umbrellas on a rainy day.

Omer warned himself in this way, and took the initiative to end this children's quarrel before the other party got really anxious.

"Okay, I'll come up, but you have to promise not to do anything!"

It’s too weird that the first battle after Tianmen City is to beat the goddess. Is this the boss’s boss? And it’s hard to say whether he can beat her.

At heart, Omo is still a person who is afraid of trouble, not to mention that the thoughts of the opposite sex are always so difficult to figure out, especially when they are in a bad mood.

Just like a gambler who drinks to drown his sorrows, he sits at the table next to you and asks you to guess the winner or loser of the game on the screen.

The actual winning or losing is not important, what is important is that you will always be in a bad mood.

The result is either ridicule or an iron fist of embarrassment.

You have to meet one.

Of course, the source of this bad mood seems to have been directed at himself in the first place, and the one who made it worse - I can be sure that it was himself.

So Omer was mentally prepared to suffer the consequences, and he also got rid of the tit-for-tat demonization.

Then take a step and listen to what the other person says:

"It depends on your performance!"

The steps stopped for a moment.

Homare stopped and asked: "Then what kind of performance is considered satisfactory?"

With such a vague response, it’s hard to tell based on your performance that it wasn’t ‘being kicked down the steps because you stepped into the shrine with your left foot’.

With the length of the steps and the slope of the mountain road, Omer felt that everyone would open their mouths and close their eyes. Although he didn't think the goddess was so vicious, who could tell before it actually happened?

Lack of self-awareness, disregard of the difference in strength between two different creatures, and thus inadvertently causing disasters - the more powerful the existence, the easier it is to make such a mistake.

This is also the main reason why some trainers are sent to the hospital by racing mothers.

Omer knew this very well, not to mention that he really didn't see clearly the opponent's previous kick.

His eyesight after the bloodline awakening and optimization could clearly see the explosive postures of Narita Shiruhito and Kusami Hito, but he could not clearly see the opponent's action.

It was purely by predicting the opportunity and being prepared in advance, using extremely fast nerve reflexes and the explosive speed of a demonic form that I was able to retreat to the present world and avoid that kick.

I really don't dare to consider the possibility of being seriously kicked by the other party.

But after he asked this question, the other party fell silent.

On the other hand, there was Omer who was silent because of the other party's silence.

I'm thinking that this question is difficult? Even if I haven't thought about it, can I make it up now? Unless I make it up now, it will be difficult to talk about it.

It’s hard to talk about but it’s okay.

"Okay, okay, there's no need to force the answer. Well, I'll come over first, right?"

Slightly restraining his usual thoughts to avoid offending, Omer put on a serious attitude of actually meeting the gods, steadily climbed up the stairs, crossed the torii gate again, then turned around and faced the man with long purple-black hair.

The racing girl bowed slightly.

Pretending that nothing happened before, he re-set the purpose from 'investigating the torii gate' to 'visiting the horse racing girl'. This is how Omo reconsidered after putting aside speculation about the other party's so-called unspeakable secrets.

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"Is that so?"

Raising his head and looking at the horse racing girl again, Omo asked.

It was then that he suddenly saw that he had not noticed it when he first met, or that the other person's intentional release at this moment was captured by his spiritual sense.

So at that moment he felt something thick and majestic.

That is the outline of a majestic horse, because the ultimate majestic horse even looks a bit foreign.

Rather than saying it was a horse, it was more like an alien beast with the appearance of a "horse." Almost instantly, Omer thought of the word "monster."

Even though he snuffed it out the moment it appeared, it still left a deep enough impression on him.

He even felt that this way, he wouldn't have to ask the other person's name.

However, out of caution and thinking that he did not really understand the postures of the three goddesses, he might have the fallacy of regarding the foundation as the peak, so he still asked:

"Can this performance satisfy you, and can it allow me to know your divine name?"

"Not quite satisfactory."

The horse girl, who no longer leaned against the torii but took two steps away, suddenly stopped and looked back at him.

He immediately understood and followed up. Then he saw the other party nodded with satisfaction and continued walking: "As for the name, since you can see the door, you are qualified to see me."

"You must accept this grace well and remember that my name is Dali Arab, do you understand?"

"Of course, Your Excellency Arab."

You've got it.

Omer wasn't too surprised, but he still pretended to be flattered. After all, the other party was very helpful.

Dali Arabia, the first of the three goddesses from the other world.

It is said that he is the paternal ancestor of the purebred horses in 95% of today's racing girls. This is also the most consistent with the exaggerated outline that Omer perceived not long ago, which can almost be called a 'horse beast'.

But the murals in the history books really have no reference value! Omer complained in his heart.

The painting style on the mural is the same as the three goddess statues at the school gate. They are all goddesses in long robes and with their hair tied up. The facial treatment is also very blurry and not as detailed as the colors in the church shutters.

However, even the Dali Arab in the church blinds had blond hair, but in reality she had long purple-black hair, and her clothes were very ordinary, so ordinary that she could wear casual summer clothes on the street.

It's really hard to be regarded as a goddess, especially now that her appearance level has risen quite high.

Even if she is a goddess, she will be invisible to everyone if she doesn't dress up.

If it were Omo, he would be happy with this natural disguise.

But this goddess is obviously the kind of person who has a more out-of-the-box and irritable temperament. She also has the airs of a goddess and hopes that others will treat her with respect.

There is also a reason for the silence before. This kind of request should be "let mortals understand it themselves, rather than tell it themselves" - this is how Omo understands it.

If we follow this line of thinking, we can even answer the questions of 'Why is this shrine still there?' and 'Why does she stay here?'

It’s not easy to vent your anger without being treated like a goddess on the street. If this happens a few times, the goddess will become autistic. And at this time, a place like a religious building will naturally be respected and taken seriously.

her last hope.

As for why I didn't see the other two goddesses, it's probably because the sisters don't have her.

Not all gods like to act like gods. It would be better to say that the Holy Federation of Terra has developed to this day, but there are very few gods who still cling to the airs of gods.

Otherwise, you will find a place to isolate yourself like this person.

A middle-aged netizen I occasionally see on the Internet may be an old-fashioned god looking for self-esteem in the online world.

However, this kind of autistic person also has a good point, that is, he has not seen anyone for a long time, and when he does meet people, his requirements are quite low.

Otherwise, the actions of provoking each other after Ormer retreated, although there is not no room for maneuver, at least they will not be repeated.

Look what this has done to an old girl.

Silently following the other person's footsteps, he walked from the torii gate to the main hall. While hiding his offense to the gods, Omo looked at this small shrine. When the other person stopped, he immediately stopped and saw

He stopped in front of the money box.

"How much money did you bring?" Dali Arab suddenly looked back at him.

"..." Omer looked at her silently.

At other times, he might have been more generous, but these days, he was able to get a horse, especially since the trainer's salary was not advanced.

Chairman Akikawa had always been so easy to talk to before, but this was the only one that made her so difficult to talk to. It was clear that under the public's evaluation, she didn't care how she spent her money.

I always feel like I'm being targeted.

But even slandering Chairman Akikawa couldn't help him right now, so he hurriedly said something wise before the other party was stared at and annoyed: "I heard that people in the Far East District are very particular about stuffing money."

In the past, he had always been dissatisfied with the culture of the Far East District, with a small group of people liking it and most of the people criticizing it. But at this moment, he was very grateful for the miscellaneous information he occasionally read.

"In order to seek a good omen, I would throw in coins with a denomination of less than 500 yen, because the word 5 yen in the Jidong language is homophonic to the word 'fate', which means forming a relationship with the gods and bringing good luck."

At this point, Omo won't say much more and highlights one important point.

Let’s not mention what ‘50 yen’ means by analogy, what 100 yen means, and the most taboo thing like ‘no chance’ represented by 10 yen.

"Then did you bring it? I can feel you did!"

"..."

Omer didn't know whether to silence the other party because he didn't realize the problem, or whether to silence the other party and use the power of the gods to sense whether he had coins.

But he was just silent for a while, and then he needed to mention one thing:

"I don't have any Far East coins in my bag, but I do have several Terra Pass coins. The denominations are much higher than 5 yen. It doesn't bode well."

"It's not all coins that care about what you're doing with so many coins!" The goddess's open attitude was no longer concealed, but she blinked in surprise and said in a strange tone, "Isn't there another coin?"

Dali Arabia lowered her eyes to his briefcase.

"And there are indeed a lot of thoughts gathered on it, and they are quite heavy. You might as well just throw them in as a way to eliminate disasters."

Heavy thoughts.

"Will it bring disaster if I keep it?" asked Homais.

"Not really, I just feel like most people wouldn't like something like this with a bunch of distracting thoughts and heavy thoughts attached to it, right? It would definitely feel unlucky."

Dali Arabia spread her hands and looked at Omer, who was frowning: "If you have never felt strange, it seems that those distracting thoughts are all your own."

"How? How about throwing it in and purifying it?"

"No need." Omo shook his head and took out the terminal.

"It's up to you, but this won't work and that won't work either. You don't even want to do basic worship, right?"

"No, it's been 612 years. I think we should all keep up with the times."

Omer said, drawing out the terminal light screen.

"The wealth that is put into the money box will ultimately be given to the gods, but since the gods are around us, how about we save this process?"

Omer said, canceling the private mode and allowing Dali Arab to see the QR code that appeared above.

"I have already converted the 5 yen unit in the Far Eastern District. Can you scan the code, goddess?"

If this continues, I will have to consider the debt later.

Thanks. Thanks to the leader of Feng Chenyin for the reward.
Chapter completed!