Chapter 890

Sitting in the carriage, Ang played with the holy light in his hand, having a new realization: so a fanatic of a beauty god can erupt with such a massive amount of faith energy.

When Ang first met Lisha, Lisha actually misunderstood him as a thief of holy light. The establishment of the faith node was based on pure holy light, and in the end, it was defined by her as the Beauty Cleansing Art.

At that time, Ang was still a rookie god, didn't even know how to use the inherited Undead Godhead, let alone calculate the size of divine power.

It's different now. In the entire void, there is no god more senior than Ang, including this world.

Because of the improvement of various energy levels in this world, the divine power system doesn't have a clear advantage here, so the divine might is not apparent.

It's like the Lord of Death could slaughter all the light gods in the main plane, but here he was overturned by a mercenary group. A god who can't even beat a God-level mercenary, who would treat you as a god?

With a full understanding of the divine power system, Ang finally understood how much "oil" could be squeezed out of a fanatic. Gray Stick not only contributed the faith energy that could change her appearance, but the excess was enough for Ang to use the Beauty Cleansing Art another twenty times.

Using one Beauty Cleansing Art as a unit, it means Gray Stick contributed twenty-one units of faith energy, and it's still flowing continuously now.

Gray Stick, sitting opposite in the carriage, happily touched her face and arms, giggling like a lovesick fool. Looking at Ang again, she was full of worship and admiration. The faith energy was flowing continuously. Ding, okay, twenty-two units.

If it were before, Ang wouldn't measure the size of this divine power, because there was too much, and anyway, using divine power casually wouldn't exhaust it. The size of divine power had no meaning.

But it's different now. Ang only projected his consciousness over, not even his soul. To perform the Beauty Cleansing Art, he had to have Gray Stick believe in him first, and then use the faith energy she contributed to perform the Beauty Cleansing Art. It's equivalent to squeezing milk to feed the cow—self-sufficiency.

These extra twenty... one units are equivalent to pure profit. This input-output ratio made Ang's inner profiteering merchant soul want to burn up.

While he was lost in thought, the carriage slowly stopped. At the driver's position in front of the carriage, Naji's voice sounded: "Green Elf Priest, Miss Ma Fantier, has come to visit."

According to the script, Gray Stick lifted the carriage curtain and looked at the guards outside with a cold face.

The guards made a series of exclamations, low murmurs, and whispers with unclear meanings, and then someone quickly opened the door, and someone quickly went to report, a flurry of confusion.

Originally their plan was to sneak into the banquet low-key with the stargazing tickets and leave after taking a look, but after Ang created that natural dodder long dress, Naji knew that low-key was impossible.

"This face, paired with this dress, and then paired with some jewelry, would be the center of attention at a royal banquet, let alone a small Merchant Alliance stargazing reception banquet," Naji said in a dilemma.

"What do you mean?" the Monarch asked dissatisfied: "You thought she was poor, Ang made the clothes, and now you think she's too expensive? Can you do it or not? Do we, as kings, still have to do things for you? Then what is your value of existence?"

Naji was suddenly covered in sweat. "Value of existence" came out, so if there's no value, can't exist? Under the pressure of death, Naji instantly had a way.

"Can't be low-key, then we'll be high-profile. Gray Stick is a very rare green elf. A green elf priest visiting in person, even if the Merchant Alliance hasn't invited us, they can't drive us away. We only ask to see the stargazing mirror; the Merchant Alliance shouldn't be so stingy as to not even give this bit of face," Naji said.

"What if they don't give it?" the Monarch asked.

"Then we'll write them down in a little notebook and find a chance to pour boiling water on their money tree," Naji said viciously.

"..."

"Isn't that good? Then they are a religion, right? Find some of their branches, sneak in, and change their god statues to the Beauty God's."

"..."

"Then what else can we do? We can't beat them anyway."

The Monarch said sinisterly: "Good, I heard it, you are mocking me."

"No, how could that be? Your Majesty is powerful, heroic, and invincible, how could you not beat them?" It must be said that Naji is still very shrewd. He figured out so quickly that the Monarch is not that kind of cruel character, and self-taught the sarcasm of Nai Ge Li Si.

If the Monarch were cruel, Nai Ge Li Si wouldn't survive a single chapter. After being sarcastically mocked, the Monarch decided to accept this plan. He couldn't go and challenge the Merchant Alliance alone.

Thus, the brand-new green elf priest, Miss Ma Fantier, was born. To highlight her nobility, Ang cut a fingernail-sized piece of the Elf Heart and used the natural growth method to make a forehead chain for her. The Elf Heart fragment was embedded in it, hanging down to her brow.

Everyone who saw her would be attracted by this Elf Heart fragment full of natural aura and vitality, and would have no time to think about the slight nervousness on Gray Stick's face.

A poor person being nervous is because she is not used to the environment. A noble elf priest feeling nervous must be because the environment makes her uncomfortable. Change the environment quickly.

Fuerke, the branch president of the Merchant Alliance in the Wang Cheng, who rushed over upon hearing the news, was shocked by the aura on Ma Fantier, and felt the aura of a "friendly merchant" on her, immediately believing in her identity.

Divinity is very difficult to impersonate. Fuerke himself is a god-stick... professional, and can easily distinguish whether the other party is a peer. Uh, the Merchant Alliance is used to calling peers "friendly merchants," so he can be sure that the other party is a member of the clergy, which just happens to correspond to the identity of a "priest."

It's just that this priest's status is very noble. What is that thing on her forehead? Such strong vitality.

After a flurry of random thoughts, Fuerke finally noticed the slight nervousness on Ma Fantier's face. Looking left and right, he immediately understood what was going on.

Personally driving away the people around, Fuerke then stepped forward to receive her: "Noble Priest Ma Fantier, welcome. Your arrival makes even the most beautiful flowers lose their luster."

Ma Fantier smiled slightly, thinking of Naji's instructions, and said stiffly: "Hello."

On the way here, Naji repeatedly instructed her not to say more than four words, not to use honorifics, not to use "please," and to think more about "want."

"I want to see," Ma Fantier said.

Fuerke was slightly stunned, subconsciously looking at Naji beside Ma Fantier.

This action was subconscious because it was too familiar. Some noble people express their wishes this way. As for communication, that is the servant's business.

Fuerke's action showed that he really felt the "nobility" on Ma Fantier: this must be a priest who doesn't deal with worldly affairs and focuses on serving the gods.

Naji hurried forward to shake hands and said: "It's like this, President Fuerke, Miss Ma Fantier is passing through the Wang Cheng and heard the rumors about the Light Point Fortress, so she really wants to see it with her own eyes. Unfortunately, the usage time for the stargazing mirror is already fully booked, and she doesn't want to disturb the royal family."

"Hearing that President Fuerke is kind, has wide connections, many friends, and is helpful, she came to visit specifically, wanting to borrow the stargazing mirror to take a look. I wonder if President Fuerke can fulfill Miss Ma Fantier's small wish?" Naji said.

Fuerke had a flattered expression: "Of course, of course, this is the honor of the Merchant Alliance. I will have people clear the stargazing mirror immediately and let Miss Ma Fantier watch it alone."

Then he lowered his voice and said to Naji: "May I ask if we have met?"

"Naji, call me Naji, a lucky free merchant. Miss Ma Fantier is new to the area and chose me to act as a guide. It's a great honor," Naji said.

Fuerke had a knowing expression, shaking Naji's hand even more forcefully: "So that's it, thank you for your kind words, I've made you a friend."

Naji immediately shook hands forcefully with a knowing heart.

Arriving at the cleared stargazing room, with no outsiders left, the Monarch immediately questioned Naji: "How come I feel like what you said to that president had hidden meanings? Did you already know each other? Are you using this method to exchange information, preparing to plot against us?"

Naji cried out in grievance: "How is that possible! It was just a very proper business interaction. What did I say in the first sentence? I called him President 'Fuerke,' indicating that I know him, so he asked me if we had 'met'."

"I said Miss Ma Fantier heard he was 'kind and helpful.' How could Miss Ma Fantier have heard of him? Of course, she heard it from me."

"I am expressing the role I played in this matter, and specifically highlighted 'wide connections.' Knowing Miss Ma Fantier is the connection he can gain."

"Then he very smartly asked about my identity. Hearing that I am a free merchant, he immediately expressed his thanks and said he would make me a friend. That is to say, he remembered my role. In the future, bring more similar connections to him, and he won't forget me as a friend."

"It's just a simple business interaction. My dialogue with him is also to show that I am an insider, hoping he won't play any tricks," Naji spread his hands.

The Monarch suddenly realized. It turns out there are so many subtexts. This isn't something you can hear just by being smart. If you don't know the ropes, it's very easy to give an irrelevant answer.

"Your interaction technique is so proficient, how did you end up being a collector of waste items so miserably?" the Monarch asked curiously.

Although Naji often emphasizes that he is a second-hand merchant, the essence is collecting waste.

"I just like being a free person who collects waste..."

"Hmm—?" Before Naji finished speaking, he heard the Monarch's muffled snort, which scared him into a bitter smile and telling the truth: "Business interaction, technique is not important, what's important is the confidence. No matter how good I talk, I only have the confidence of a waste collector."

"But now, the natural series dodder haute couture, the god-like beauty and skin-cleansing, the forehead ornament that is full of vitality at a glance, even if I say I'm a swindler, the other party won't believe it. This is my confidence."

"It's like if I drove a Russell Starry Phantom extended luxury airship to a banquet and said it was rented, would they believe it? Of course they would, but the Starry Phantom airship can only be rented, but it's definitely not something ordinary people can rent. That I can rent it is my confidence."

"Personal ability is not important, what's important is the confidence. It's the platform that gave me the confidence, this kind of technique only has meaning," Naji said.

Just as the Monarch and Naji were chatting, Ang had already approached the stargazing mirror, skillfully operating it. The principle of this thing is similar to the Star Academy, only the aperture is much larger, and Ang is not unfamiliar with it.

A few minutes later, he saw what he wanted to see: "It really is it, Little Ghost, it flew over, this child..."

Confirming that Little Ghost is flying over, Ang could no longer sit still. It has already attracted great attention in this world, and there will definitely be a bunch of people going to block it. He must make contact with it before others block Little Ghost.

When saying goodbye to Fuerke, he tried his best to keep them, but Ma Fantier shook her head with a straight face, and then Naji stepped forward to explain, indicating that Ma Fantier saw some bad divine omens and had to rush back to report.

However, when they passed through the hall, they saw a group of people surrounding a statue in the center of the hall, praying silently. A wave of faith energy echoed between these people and the statue.

Ang tilted his head and reached out to hold a sculpture in his arms.