Chapter 63

In the scorching heat and cold of winter, there are various versions of the map for the mountain tourism destination.

The version Gong Sun Murong obtained was the most official.

Eleven people walked together along the steps and found many vendors selling items, all of which were offerings to a certain deity.

A fruit that normally costs two copper coins and looks like an apple was sold for fifty copper coins here.

When you took out money to buy it, the vendor told you that the large ones were not for sale, only the small ones were, and the large ones were just for display. If you were sincere, you could offer a gold coin.

There were also clothes made from fabric of unknown inferior quality, dyed with some colors, sold for twenty gold coins each, to be offered to a certain deity.

There were donation boxes placed there, and through the glass, you could see that there were no copper coins inside, only gold coins and gold notes.

Nalasha looked enviously, thinking this was more profitable than selling water in the desert.

Selling water in the desert didn't earn much, and the main issue was the constant threat of attacks. Who would dare to attack here?

"Lack of education is truly terrifying." Nalasha felt that her former self was uneducated, only able to sell goods, while others now sold ideas and beliefs.

Once faith, which should be priceless, becomes a commodity, its price is inevitably high.

The eight people protecting her heard Nalasha's muttering but said nothing.

They knew that no faith would work on Nalasha.

Such a strong person, who only believes in kindness if you are kind to her, and if you scheme against her, she will eliminate you.

Even if you are evil, you might eliminate someone regardless of whether they are good to you, as long as you feel it is necessary.

Even if she was only eight years old, she emphasized it herself.

But at eight years old, with her level of magical confinement, what faith did she need? She was slowly growing into a god-like existence.

As for her companion, Murong, he always gave the impression of being mysterious, or more accurately, terrifying, as if he had some means to instantly take the lives of the eight people.

"Would you like to offer your devotion to the god you believe in?" someone asked Nalasha after seeing her.

Nalasha's dress was too eye-catching; at first glance, it seemed ordinary, but after a few seconds, you would realize that the fabric was something you had never seen before.

When worn by a little girl, it fit perfectly, and she looked both cute and elegant.

You could see any kind of气质 (aura) in her.

The wealth of the family of a little girl who could wear such clothes was evident.

The people who gathered around her were hopeful.

"No, I don't have money," Nalasha said with a stern face.

She only believed in herself and her Murong brother, not in any gods.

During her school days, she had read religious books, which explained things perfectly, leaving no room for doubt.

One of the main points was that if you were poor, it was because you hadn't worked hard enough. God had already given you guidance and was always by your side, but you weren't devout enough.

If you became wealthy, it was a sign of God's power. If you showed more devotion, God would never abandon you.

And there were various examples given.

For instance, during a flood, a person stood in the water. Someone said, "Come with me, the water is already up to your thighs," but the person said, "I'm waiting for God to save me."

Then the water reached his waist, and a small boat came, saying, "Come with me," but he said, "I'm waiting for God to save me."

Finally, the water reached his neck, and someone flew over, saying, "Come with me," but he said, "I'm waiting for God to save me."

In the end, he died. His soul asked God, "Why didn't you save me?" God replied, "I sent three people to save you, but you didn't leave."

Nalasha felt like vomiting when she saw such examples and stories. This was definitely saying that everything in the world belonged to God, and even those who didn't believe in God were said to be sent by God.

Nalasha thought, if God was so powerful, why did it drown its believers?

Moreover, with so many gods, who was in charge?

Cheats, a bunch of cheats, people were deceiving in the name of God.

The more she thought, the angrier Nalasha became, especially when she saw the people gathering around her.

Each of them was clearly trying to sell something, yet they pretended to be giving out their faith.

Gong Sun Murong also said coldly, "I don't believe in any gods."

"You are mistaken. God is in your heart. If you have God in your heart, you are God. Everyone is God. Believing in God is believing in yourself. God is loving. Are you willing to show your sincerity for love?"

One of the vendors responded to Gong Sun Murong.

Gong Sun Murong laughed coldly, not bothering to argue. This was a system that had existed and improved for countless years, and it was impossible to win an argument.

"Move aside," one of the guards said, scolding.

At the same time, he released his battle aura, and even those who were unfamiliar knew that he was a ground battle master.

So the people who had gathered around instantly dispersed.

The group continued to move upward.

The higher they went, the more Princess Lucia felt sad. The capital city still had slums, and she had already seen several names of nobles from the Gers Principality who had donated large amounts of gold, leaving their names.

One donation was tens of thousands of gold coins, and there were even hundreds of thousands.

"Sucking fruits for sale! Who wants to buy sucking fruits? Three copper coins for a pack, sweet and sour sucking fruits."

As the group moved forward, a little girl in rough clothes was calling out from the side of the steps.

The little girl looked about seven or eight years old, and her eyes were darting around, as if she was trying to avoid something.

Many people who had just spent a lot of money on offerings passed by her, and many of them avoided her with disgust.

As soon as Nalasha saw the little girl, she took out some money and approached, asking, "Are they tasty?"

"Not very tasty, a bit astringent, but they quench thirst. Three copper coins for a pack," the little girl replied.

"I'll buy them all," Nalasha said, estimating the number of fruits in the little girl's basket and handing over a gold coin.

"You won't be able to finish them all," the little girl kindly warned.

"We have many people. I'll buy them and share them with everyone. We won't even have enough to share," Nalasha said, thinking of her past, when she sold water in the desert.

In the end, the kind person received a good reward, while the evil person only left her with equipment and money.

Justice would ultimately triumph over evil.

The little girl blinked and asked curiously, "You didn't buy any offerings? You don't plan to offer anything?"

"Right! I didn't buy any. The vendor said everyone is God, and I am God. Who should I offer to? If God loves the world, I bought your fruits for a gold coin. Go home quickly, it's almost midnight."

Nalasha advised, knowing what the little girl was worried about, fearing that the vendors would drive her away or that the management would intervene.

"I'll go. You are indeed God, and that big brother who shielded the surrounding perception." The little girl took the gold coin and disappeared into the woods.

This made the nine people frown. The little girl's disappearance was not just from sight but also from perception.

Nalasha was stunned for two seconds, then picked up a fruit, wiped it casually, and took a bite, saying, "Indeed, they are sweet and sour. So many people who believe in God and think they are God have already lost themselves."

Gong Sun Murong smiled. "Right, they have a lot of money to buy offerings, but they are unwilling to give three copper coins to help a little girl who clearly needs it. God wouldn't do that."

"Baron Gong Sun, that little girl..."

"Don't worry about her. If you have a clear conscience, you don't fear ghosts knocking on your door." Gong Sun Murong interrupted the guard and continued walking.

He had just set up the perception shield, fearing that the gold coin would bring trouble to the little girl.

So the people passing by saw and heard nothing.

The eight guards were secretly saddened.

The perception shield was not about how high one's mental power was, but about understanding the fluctuations of magic. Among the four ground mages, only one could use it like Gong Sun Murong.

The difference in talent was absolute. With enough time, he would improve his mental power as easily as eating and drinking.

As for the little girl, the eight guards also understood that she was not selling fruits for money. Her strength was beyond their estimation.

"Give everyone two, eat them first. We'll buy more during the day and share them with everyone." Nalasha handed out the sucking fruits from the basket, smiling happily.

The eight guards could no longer describe their feelings. Was Nalasha's mind so simple? The little girl had just disappeared from perception.

"I'll try them." Gong Sun Murong took two fruits and started eating.

He didn't care about the disappearance from perception. He had other means. As long as something existed, it had a place.

If he wanted to find her, he could.

Nalasha was the same. She even knew that the little girl was less than three kilometers away, moving quickly and getting farther.

But that wasn't the main point. The most important thing was that Nalasha didn't sense any hostility or danger from her.

She thought for a moment and gave her Murong brother a nod.

Gong Sun Murong took off his backpack and pulled out a beggar's chicken.

Nalasha wrapped it in a fireball, and Gong Sun Murong threw it hard in a certain direction.

With a 'boom,' a sonic boom occurred.

Nalasha blinked and waited a moment, then clapped her hands and said, "Alright, delivered. It's the middle of the night, we should eat something, right?"

Lucia was momentarily confused and curiously bit into a fruit.

The eight guards felt helpless.

They knew the beggar's chicken was for the little girl.

Throwing it such a distance and helping to protect and heat it.

Of course, the above was not important. What was important was that Nalasha could lock onto the little girl's position.

It was terrifying.

Who would want to be locked onto?

Now, locking onto a position was for delivering a chicken, but on the battlefield, it would be a sure kill.

"Let's go, let's go. We'll start treasure hunting tomorrow morning. Wow, wow, wow