Chapter 724: They Are All Poor People

Hearing these insults, Anthony's face showed a look of nostalgia, and he couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Nai Ge Li Si noticed his expression and said in surprise: "You have this expression when being scolded? You are so perverted."

"Hehe, this tone, this emotion, this rhetoric, immediately pulled me back to the familiar environment before. Scheming and manipulating people's hearts is my field of expertise. I've been in the Chaos Plane for too long recently, and the ones I met were all straight-forward Ancient Gods. It's not challenging, so I lost my composure a bit. Watch how I play with her," Anthony said with a smile.

Uh, it really is. The environment of the Chaos Plane determines that this is a world where power is greater than wisdom. When the gap in power cannot be compensated by wisdom, the importance of wisdom will drop sharply.

No matter how many schemes and strategies, they can't beat Ancient Gods. What do you need that kind of thing for?

So most of the guys met in the Chaos Plane are silly straight-forward people, and they were seen through by Anthony at a glance. He used to build psychological portraits when he met strangers, but now he doesn't need that kind of thing.

This environment has no room for Anthony to play. He usually only gives ideas, and he feels his brain is about to rust. Now that he finally met a guy who put a big hat on them as soon as they met, that feeling is like meeting an oasis while walking in the desert. It would be a pity not to take a bath.

Nai Ge Li Si asked curiously: "How are you going to play with her? Do we need to cooperate?"

"Of course it's different. My lord, help me. My lord, forbid her from speaking." Anthony took out the Echo Tongue Flute and held it under his tongue, singing in a strange tone:

"Holy light shines, eternal and brilliant, divine oracle is faint, there must be an echo—Great Echo Technique · Forbidden."

Ang tilted his head and said casually: "Don't be noisy."

Don't be noisy! Noisy! Noisy! Noisy! —

Ang's simple sentence immediately spat out from Anthony's mouth, turning into a huge sound wave and impacting the buildings on the scale.

The woman who was shouting insults on the tower was shaken, but she immediately pushed her hands, and a strong light shone, as if purifying this sound wave.

However, when she opened her mouth to say something again, she found that no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't make a sound anymore.

Nai Ge Li Si said angrily: "So this is your Great Forbidden Speech Technique? Didn't you say you redefined a divine technique? It turns out it's just taking a shortcut and using the Great Echo Technique instead."

Anthony said awkwardly: "How can it be so easy to define a new divine technique? That depends on talent."

"Alright, you forbade her speech, then what? If it's just forbidding speech, does it need to be so complicated? Just go over and beat her up?" Nai Ge Li Si asked in confusion.

"Of course it's different. Did you notice that this woman who is speaking has better clothes and skin, and looks like she has a high status? But look at the others, they are all very thin, and their faces and clothes are not good. You can tell they are different classes. I use thunderous means to ban that woman, just to show these people," Anthony explained.

Nai Ge Li Si followed Anthony's words and looked at the other buildings. Sure enough, except for the tower where the woman was, the other buildings were very low and crowded. Wherever there were windows or doors, several heads were peeking out.

Those people in the buildings were basically disheveled and thin, and their situation was worse than those slaves in the Blood Abyss.

Seeing Anthony ban the high-and-mighty woman just by opening his mouth, most people couldn't help but widen their eyes and open their mouths, as if they had seen something incredible.

Anthony continued: "That woman put a big hat on us as soon as she came up, saying we are liars, impostors, blasphemers of divine light, etc., and was extremely repulsive to us. Is she repulsive to us? No, she is repulsive to change."

"She doesn't want to change her situation. Who wouldn't want to change? Vested interests, ruling class, this kind of class is the most annoying to change, because change will cause damage to their existing interests."

"Just like those conservative old corpses in the church, any reform is like wanting their lives, and will attract the most severe suppression, beautified as—tradition." As he spoke, Anthony's emotions came up, and his tone was full of disdain. He probably suffered a lot from those conservative church factions before.

"For this kind of class, I generally abandon them. The cost of buying them is too high. It's better to distribute their interests to others. The things copied from them can be distributed to hundreds or thousands of poor people, which is easier to buy."

Speaking of this, Anthony floated onto the scale and said loudly: "Is there anyone who can come out to answer my question? Is there anyone who can come out to answer my question?"

The others in the buildings looked at each other. Many people pulled their heads back directly, and some children wanted to look again, but were pulled back by their parents.

Very good, filter out a part. Anthony moved his gaze to those who didn't pull their heads back, and found a teenager who was curious, excited, and relatively young, with an empty left hand: It's you.

Anthony floated toward this teenager, took out a vegetable ball, and said with a kind expression: "Hello, can I ask you some questions? What is your name?"

I have to say, Anthony's eye for people is really accurate. If it were a cautious and timid middle-aged person, he might be kneeling and kowtowing at this moment, not knowing what to do. But young people are generally much bolder.

After looking at Anthony, the teenager gritted his teeth, took the vegetable ball, and said: "My name is Iron Skin."

After speaking, he couldn't wait to stuff the vegetable ball into his mouth, as if afraid of being snatched away. But he miscalculated the power of the vegetable ball. Originally, he was still smacking his lips and wanting more, but soon he widened his eyes and hiccuped.

"Hehe, this is the gift of light. One is enough to fill your stomach. What's wrong with your hand? How did it break?" Anthony asked kindly.

"Stolen food and was cut off by the priest," Iron Skin said.

"Priest?" Anthony pointed to the woman on the tower: "Is she a priest?"

Iron Skin nodded: "She is a Great Priest, and there are many priests like her."

Under Anthony's skillful questioning, the teenager Iron Skin soon explained their origins clearly.

Out of caution, Anthony didn't take the next step, but asked: "Do you believe in miracles? The God of Light can make your broken hand grow back, you know."

Iron Skin was stunned for a moment, then widened his eyes: "Really?"

Anthony smiled slightly: "Really. Do you believe in light? Pray to him..."

*Plop*, Iron Skin knelt down without saying a word, and prayed in the tone of a drowning person: "God of Light, save me, please let me eat enough every day, please let my broken hand grow back, I will do whatever you want me to do."

Eating enough every day actually ranked before the broken hand growing back. It seems that what really moved this teenager and made him disregard everything was not the broken hand growing back, but the vegetable ball just now.

However, it doesn't matter. The teenager was already a tool man at this time. Only heard Anthony say solemnly: "The light has felt your piety, the Lord's gaze is watching you..."

With Anthony's words, he and the teenager were lifted up by invisible hands, rising to a position where everyone could see, and then Ang showed miracles with his hands.

Don't look at Ang's easy performance, but cutting, shaving, and sprinkling a few drops of essence liquid can make the broken limbs grow back. This is a miracle in anyone's eyes.

When Anthony showed it to everyone, most people had already recognized the identity of the God of Light.

At this time, Anthony brought some teenagers back, repeated inquiries about various information, and compared it with what Iron Skin said to determine the authenticity.

Up to this point, he basically figured out their background, and then sighed: "Sigh, forget it, they are all poor people, don't play anymore."

Thank you QElazy, Fusheng Ruomeng 56 for the tip. ===== CHAPTER 725 =====

Thanks to QElazy and Fusheng Ruomeng56 for the tips.