Chapter 7

"Could it really be that my luck is too bad?"

Xia De speculated in his heart about the chance encounter with Dr. Schneider just now. Fortunately, the growling sound of his stomach pulled him back to reality. Now, the commission was indeed the most important thing.

Less than twelve hours after transmigrating, Xia De had to learn to endure hunger. If he had transmigrated to a forest, then maybe there would be a chance to hunt. If it were a chaotic era, then there would also be a chance to get food.

It just happened to be such a big city with order. To fill his stomach, he had to follow the order. Xia De stood at the door of the newspaper office and looked at the club where "upper-class people" were coming in and out, looking forward to the feeling of hunger passing. Fortunately, he only needed to wait in the fog now. If he needed to pursue, he really wouldn't have a way.

"Never heard of any transmigrator who would be hungry."

He wanted to complain about his incompetence, but the current situation was also helpless, so he could only look forward to that lady appearing quickly, so that he could go to submit the report to the employer.

Standing there thinking about things, someone handed over a flyer, and Xia De took it. Looking up, it was a smiling round-faced missionary, wearing a priest's white robe, with the church's holy emblem on his left chest, and a black pendant hanging in front of his chest, distributing paper to the crowd nearby.

Looking down, what was stuffed into his hand was the church propaganda material belonging to the 【Church of War and Peace】. Xia De had understood the religious situation of this world when searching for items in the house and knew that this was one of the Zhengshen Sects.

In the past era of this world, there were quite a lot of stories about gods, but in the current era, only five gods were officially recognized by the government and the public. Therefore, the mainstream belief in the world was these five Zhengshen—

Father of Peace, also known as 【God of War and Peace】, the holy emblem is a white dove, the wing tips are light gray;

Mr. Dawn, also known as 【God of Light and Shadow】, the holy emblem is an upper-notched ring, brass-colored;

Old Man with a Lantern, also known as 【God of Sun and Earth】, the holy emblem is a sun pattern, golden-yellow;

Lady of Creation, also known as 【God of Creation and Destruction】, the holy emblem is a wrench, silver-white;

Lord of All Things, also known as 【God of Nature and Evil Thoughts】, the holy emblem is two overlapping leaves, one withered yellow, one green. The old man who transported the corpse not long ago was a member of the Nature Church.

"Hm? How come the divine offices advocated by the Zhengshen are all relative concepts?"

Thinking of this, Xia De suddenly had more thoughts about this world. But that indescribable feeling couldn't be better expressed to himself. Vaguely, it seemed to touch some kind of power, and the whispering sound in his ear sounded:

【You have felt 'Miracle'.】

This time it was "Miracle," one of the four elements. So far, Xia De had touched everything except 【Blasphemy】. According to the information mentioned by the voice in his mind, it seemed that touching the complete four elements gave him the qualification to touch mystery and push open the door of the supernatural.

"Seems simpler than I thought. It only took half a day to let me touch three-quarters."

So the woman's laughter sounded in his head again, which was really pleasant.

The five Zhengshen Sects were not hostile to each other, and the relationship between them was at least better than the relationship between human kingdoms.

The church was strong or weak in different regions, and in Tobesk City, the pearl of the north, the churches of the five families all existed, and there was a relatively "friendly" competition between them.

Xia De thought about these things, looked at the printed matter in his hand, and sighed that he didn't need to "invent" the printing press himself. Although the printing quality was not very high, at least...

His eyes widened and he suddenly discovered important information. Most of the propaganda leaflets introduced the doctrine of the Zhengshen 【Father of Peace】 and welcomed believers and pagans to go to the church to listen to the preaching and sermon activities arranged regularly every week.

Importantly, it was written at the bottom of the paper that holding this flyer, queuing at the door of the church on Saturday afternoon at 5:30, one could receive free relief food. And it was written in a line of small characters that no matter how long the queue was, as long as one appeared before six o'clock, one would definitely be able to get a number plate and would definitely be able to receive food.

Even though it was shameful to go to receive this kind of relief food, at least it let Xia De know that he would definitely not starve to death today. He touched his nose, wrote down the address of the church of the 【Church of War and Peace】, and then folded the flyer with a strong smell of ink very solemnly and clipped it into Mr. Hamilton's notebook.

He thanked the god in his heart in a low voice. Although the feeling of hunger had not disappeared yet, at least his mood was much better.

"Luck is actually not too bad."

Xia De thought in his heart, knowing that once the mistress Mrs. Lasoya being investigated entered the club, she wouldn't come out for an hour or two, so he thought about whether he could find that missionary to chat.

The belief in gods in this world was universal, and atheists were a minority among minorities. Of course, as long as one didn't publicly shout that one didn't trust gods, it was actually fine, but Xia De intended to understand these so-called Zhengshen. In a world where belief existed, knowing nothing about these things was instead more dangerous.

He was still thinking about how to talk to the other party, but the missionary had already walked far away. He felt very regretful in his heart, but didn't chase after him, but continued to wait there. After all, when he stood firm, he would have plenty of time to understand all this.

There were actually quite a few people standing at the door of the newspaper office like him, most of them were reporters waiting for new news, and a small part were idlers working for the newspaper office. Today was Saturday, even though the weather was foggy, Valente Pedestrian Street as the main road was very lively, so so many people standing here was not abrupt.

Although it was called "Pedestrian Street," it didn't prohibit carriages from passing. Xia De observed the club while examining the pedestrians and carriages passing by. He thought this would help him better integrate into here.

There was a burnt smell in the air, which was of course smog. But the smell wasn't very heavy, just the fog lingering in the air, and as the sun shifted from the top of his head to the west, it became thicker and thicker.

Xia De worried about his physical condition. In his wild thoughts, he saw another carriage stop at the door of the club. He immediately looked up and looked into the distance. It was actually Mr. Lawrence, the husband of the client.

"Interesting, unexpected harvest."

He said in a low voice, wrote down the current time, and wrote the information in the notebook.

The client Mrs. Lawrence was generous. If he caught her husband and lover having a tryst in the club on the day of submitting the report, maybe he could get an extra remuneration.

"But it's also possible that the angry woman will implicate me."

Xia De thought wildly in his heart, hoping to see the scene of Mrs. Lasoya welcoming Mr. Lawrence at the door of the club, but unfortunately Mr. Lawrence walked into the club by himself.

Even though they were separated by a street, Xia De could see the smile and excitement on Mr. Lawrence's face. He definitely didn't come to the club to play cards or drink tea.

"Good luck."

He said in his heart, shook his head, and recorded Mr. Lawrence's attire today in detail to prove the authenticity of his report.