Mysterious as the wind, always with me

Chapter 217 Sincerity Money

Mark stood on the top of the tallest mast, overlooking the harbor and the buildings near the harbor, as well as his gradually forming fleet, but he didn't focus on any of them.

He seldom does such things that seem to be secondary school, but he really needs the cold wind in early spring to calm himself down.

It is not so simple to integrate so many selves.

A person can have three opinions at different times: one in the past, one in the present, and one in the future.

Not to mention the integration of thousands of selves from different worlds.

It is entirely conceivable that when so many selves are entangled together, what kind of conflicts will arise-the inability to unite as one, often disagreeing because of boring things, and even the ideas and goals they hold are completely incompatible.

It's good enough to be able to become a member of the Ten Thousand Realms Guiyi, but the worst thing is to become a Chaos Demon who doesn't count as anything but only knows how to destroy.

To some extent, he was able to take back Mark, a two-handed swordsman, at no cost. In the eyes of other Beyonders who were attacked by another self, this was a miracle.

Looking at his left hand, the system projection thoughtfully gave him a fate point, healed Marianne and Yolanda, and later Conrad and the others, initially reconciling their fate, the price was that the points dropped to five Counting, a sense of crisis of being unable to make ends meet hangs over his head, and he can't get rid of it.

Mark finally set his sights on the two largest shipyards, where his two dreadnoughts were working overtime and renovating day and night.

"Sufficient capital must be obtained."

Mark's eyes hardened.

At this moment, the divine light on the bow of the Caribbean appeared suddenly, and two waves of divine power that were soft and slightly coercive swayed.

Two goddesses come hand in hand?

When Mark saw the color of the divine light and the overflowing light and shadow effects, he knew that the two goddesses of music and literature had come.

"Oh?" Mark raised his eyebrows slightly, and then turned over and jumped down from the sky with extremely light movements.

If you had just crossed over, the height of the six or seven floors would have been the rhythm of breaking your leg.

Since merging with the swordsman Mark and absorbing the power of the Valkyrie before, Mark landed in front of the two goddesses like a civet with incomparable lightness.

Seeing that Mark took the initiative to greet him, Hank, who was used to being a welcome butler, froze for a moment, and still called the other knights to start a welcome ceremony behind him.

Mark shyly bowed and saluted: "Two goddesses, do you need me?"

Litchel, the goddess of literature, flustered for a while, holding the blank notebook in her hands a little nervously. At this moment, she reminded Mark of those girls with glasses who were studying hard in high school.

Seemingly realizing that she had lost her composure, she straightened her back again, put the notes in front of her lower abdomen, and pretended to be flat: "No, it's just that the few novels you gave me were very popular, and I'll give you the royalties. And those who made an appointment."

Muse glanced at Litcher and sighed silently: "Mark, let's go in first and talk."

If Mark looked deeply at Litchel, who was very literary and girlish, he didn't say anything.But with just one glance, the goddess of literature felt guilty that she was completely seen through.

That's right!When Barbara, the goddess of dance, went all out, she might have gone ashore, but invisibly lowered the status of the god of art as a whole.

It was embarrassing for them to visit at this hour.

If you don't come, you may miss the opportunity.

Come on, it feels like a ride on a boat again.

When he came to the reception hall, when the maid served the black tea, Mark turned away.

Mark looked at Litchel, the goddess of literature, for no reason: "Are you embarrassed?"

Litchel's face instantly turned red to the ears, he hesitated for a moment, and nodded: "It's so embarrassing."

Muse sighed deeply: "Mark, how much do you really know?"

Mark's deep eyes swept across this goddess who usually showed her sunny and cheerful image, and said lightly: "There are enough."

If it were another person, the two goddesses would definitely think that he was bragging.

He is Mark, the spokesperson of the powerful Outer Gods in this world.

Muse sat upright, raised the teacup, blew a breath elegantly, took a sip of the black tea, then put down the cup, and wiped her red lips with the napkin next to the teacup.

The whole process was smooth and smooth, without any haste, which stunned Litchel next to him.

Muse spoke softly, her voice was as pleasant as ever, and every word was like a lark singing: "Then let's be honest, we want to leave too. We don't know what Barbara promised you, but we probably do." Not to her level. I hope you can give us a precise condition, give us hope, or make us give up completely."

Obviously Litcher gave up the dominance to Muse, and she just nodded on the sidelines.

Mark's right index finger tapped the table lightly rhythmically, and he was considering: "Leave? What form are you going to leave? Let me take it away, an eye, or a finger?"

To outsiders, it must sound like a bewilderment.

When experts heard it, it was like a thunderclap.

Muse and Litchel couldn't hide the surprise on their faces.

Muse trembled: "Wait, you mean..."

There was a mysterious light in Mark's eyes, and there seemed to be some kind of supreme divine power in his voice: "The first prerequisite for passing [Judgment Day] is that you must be complete."

The gods no longer need to breathe.For the two goddesses who enshrined the gods with mortal bodies, taking a deep breath is almost a subconscious action engraved in the deepest part of the soul.

At this moment, both the 'treble clef' and the thick 'book cover' swelled up.

Fortunately, someone with a lot of experience was not overwhelmed by the 'wild confusion'.

"But...but..." Litchel's voice was like crying.

"It's nothing but, do you think 'unnamed' is limited to the main world?"

Another code word stupefied the two goddesses.They were finally convinced that Mark was the spokesperson of the mysterious outer god who knew the ultimate secret of the God Realm.

But how can there be so many decryptions?

Mark just threw out the fact that he met the unknown person in the deep sea, and immediately stunned the two goddesses.

"At this stage, I can't promise you anything, but I need money, a lot of money! First of all, Wright dollars, and secondly, I need a huge amount of Mechanic Cult coupons." Mark made the first request.

This is the so-called earnest money first.

Litcher was stunned for a moment: "A large amount? If all the literature points are exchanged for Mechanic God coupons, the value of the literature points will be depreciated by a large amount in an instant."

Muse gave this silly goddess companion a blank look: "Depreciation? Depreciation can be exchanged for the future? When you lose your reputation, all coupons are useless."

The goddess of literature shrank her neck: "My sister is right."
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ps: The author's side is a bit fried, please forgive me.

(End of this chapter)