Chapter 2417: The Love of the Evil God's Faith 22

Nuoman saw Jin Chen, sensed the feeling from the ring in his hand, and immediately knelt down.

"Father God!" Nuoman exclaimed excitedly, "I finally followed the guidance and found you!"

He lifted his grass‑leaf‑stained face, wiped it roughly, his green eyes brimming with tears, "I am your follower Nuoman, prince of the Elf Tribe deep in the forest! I… I have been searching for you!"

Jin Chen glanced over the boy's delicate face stained with green juice.

Hiss, this probably isn't a love debt left by Zefeiluos, right?

But thinking that the one calling was himself, he could only suppress his doubts, "If the Elf Tribe has something, why not pray?"

Nuoman's green eyes dimmed, "Father God, our priest… has suffered a terrible curse."

"The Elf Tribe's prayer power can only be passed to Father God through the priest. But…"

"Over the past few centuries, every elf who succeeded to the priest's position, no matter how strong, would drop dead instantly upon completing the succession ritual."

Jin Chen: "?"

There's also such a weird thing.

【Zefeiluos this comrade really doesn't care about anything at all.】Loafing Great King Ling Gun Gun couldn't stand it anymore and issued a heavy condemnation.

Nuoman seemed to recall something, hastily pulled out an ancient scroll from his bosom, and carefully unfolded it.

Jin Chen watched this familiar‑looking action, his eye twitched, "Is the Elf Tribe also facing extermination?"

Nuoman's hand holding the scroll jerked stiffly, he stuttered in fright, almost passing out.

"Ex… exterminate… Father God! You want the Elf Tribe to exterminate…" He couldn't bring himself to say the final word no matter what.

Jin Chen: "……No."

This elf is so stupid.

Nuoman finally relaxed, still uneasy, and continued: "The Elf King said we must return a treasure guarded generation after generation to you. That treasure has helped our tribe survive many catastrophes… now… it is the time agreed upon long ago for it to return to its rightful owner."

He lifted his head, his green eyes full of pleading, "Please… descend to the Elf Tribe's sacred tree and retrieve it."

Upon hearing that he'd have to make a special trip.

Jin Chen's deep‑seated laziness surged up, he waved his hand, "No need to rush the return. Take the message back, leave the item for now; I'll get it when I have time."

He now only wants to go back and hold Saimier.

Nuoman's face instantly showed an embarrassed expression, he anxiously wrung his fingers, his green eyes furtively glanced at Jin Chen, mustered courage and whispered a request.

"Then please, Father God, allow me… to serve at your side until you are willing to descend to the Elf Tribe…"

Jin Chen: "……"

【Is he threatening me?】Jin Chen caught on.

【……I don't think so.】Ling Gun Gun shook his head.

Saimier in the tavern felt more and more uneasy.

That man is very strange.

Saimier inexplicably couldn't sit still, had a bad premonition, and still couldn't resist going out to look.

This search led him straight to the dark corner of the alley entrance.

Before Saimier could focus his gaze, his heart jumped violently!

It was Father God!

Before the joy could fully surface, he saw the elf boy kneeling before Father God.

That boy's green eyes were filled with admiration and reliance… just like how he felt when standing before Father God.

Then panic and bitterness surged forth.

Saimier bit his lower lip, tasted a strong metallic tang, yet dared not step forward.

He was afraid…

Afraid to see Father God's eyes show the same tenderness toward that boy.

Father God's favor… can descend upon every believer.

But his heart still ached badly.

He wanted to rush over, wanted Father God's embrace.

He saw Father God seemingly… also gave that elf boy something.

Saimier felt his breath come to a complete stop.

Jin Chen tossed the crystal ball to Nuoman, "Take this back; my divine messenger will appear to fetch the treasure."

Nuoman hesitated, unsure whether to accept it.

After all, the Elf King said, according to the scroll, Father God once favored various beautiful youths for a time long ago, and now his favored followers are also beautiful youths.

So he deliberately came, but Father God seemed completely uninterested.

Saimier, standing at the alley corner, could no longer bear it, and a weak call escaped his throat.

"Father God…"

Jin Chen heard the voice and turned back.

Seeing the figure shrouded in resentment in the alley's shadow, he raised a hand and casually put his hat back on his head.

He reached out his hand to Saimier, gentle and contrasting sharply with before, wearing a smile.

"Did you recognize me?"

That utterly different tone made the kneeling Nuoman startle and lift his head, his green eyes curiously sizing up the suddenly appearing beautiful youth.

The Elf King was indeed not mistaken!

Father God can even favor a beautiful youth with dark attributes, so someone like me, an Elf Tribe prince… surely can too!

Nuoman seemed to have received some inspiration, immediately imitating Saimier's broken‑toned voice, and timidly, weakly called out to Jin Chen.

"Father God…"

However, Jin Chen simply didn't hear this call; his attention was completely on Saimuer.

Nuoman: "……"

Saimuer flung himself into Jin Chen's embrace, burying his face deep in the crook of his neck, his voice hoarse, "Father God."

Jin Chen steadied him, then puzzledly rubbed his black hair, "What's wrong? You're fine."

Saimuer lifted his head from his embrace, seemingly unintentionally glancing at Nuoman.

But that glance's killing intent still frightened Nuoman, making his hairs stand on end.

Saimuer then turned back to Jin Chen, his blood‑red eyes filled with near‑pathological obsession, his icy fingers tightly gripping Jin Chen's chest.

"Would it be alright to love only one follower? I'll die…… I really will die……"

"If you love him…… I'll…… find a chance to kill him."

Nuoman: "!!!

Good…… good heavens, what a terrifying beautiful youth! He was so scared he kept retreating, his green eyes full of fear.

Jin Chen sighed helplessly and patted Saimuer's back, "He's the prince of the elf clan, delivering a message for the elf king."

Saimuer then looked toward Nuoman; the little elf's admiration and fragility couldn't escape his notice.

Taking advantage of Jin Chen's attention being on soothing himself, he again shot a fleeting warning glance at the stunned Nuoman.

Nuoman was startled by that gaze into a shiver, seeing the frightening‑looking youth quickly change his expression and swiftly return to his pitiful appearance.

Saimuer leaned back into Jin Chen's embrace, reluctant, "It's my fault, I misunderstood Father God……"

He hesitated, then said, "Father God, should I let him stay by my side to serve?"

"No need." Jin Chen would be asking for trouble himself.

He clung tightly to Samuel, and said to the pardoned yet dazed Norman, "Return to your elf clan, or I will exterminate your tribe right now."

At such a young age, you still dare to threaten me!

Norman: "!!!"

He no longer dared to stay, practically rolling and crawling as he turned, frantically tearing open a space rift flashing with green light, his figure fleeing in embarrassment into it, vanishing without a trace.

The beautiful youth had just appeared, and Father God became terrifying! Or I'll think of a solution later!

In the dim alley, finally only the two embracing remained.

Samuel's tense body relaxed.

He slightly pulled back, lifted his head, and carefully gazed at Father God's utterly different attire.

The casually placed wide-brimmed hat on his head concealed the divine radiance, yet added a touch of wild handsomeness and... a sense of reality.

Samuel tiptoed, imprinting a light kiss on Jin Chen's lip corner, his voice tinged with shy excitement, "I like Father God like this."

Jin Chen raised an eyebrow, his fingertip brushing his cheek, "Why?"

"Father God looks good in any form, but like this,"

Samuel seemed somewhat unable to speak, "We are just like ordinary..."

The following words, even his dark side felt too bold and blasphemous, stuck in his throat.

Jin Chen lowered his head, his nose touching Samuel's, "Allow you to say, like ordinary what?"

Samuel's cheeks instantly flushed red, he closed his eyes, then squeezed those two words out between his teeth.

"……Lovers."

Jin Chen was satisfied.

Skipping work to come find his wife just to hear this!

He tightened his arms, pressing the person firmly into his embrace, his chin resting on Samuel's soft hair, "It was always meant to be."

【Detected Villain Heartthrob Value +15, total 78!】