I, God Lord, recruit witches to make money

Chapter 302 The God of Spring’s Plan
The weather is getting cooler in Tokyo.

The gloomy sky holds a heavy rain.

The delicate cherry blossoms are in the cool breeze, ready to be hit by the rain.

Would you like to plant some cherry blossom trees in the mountains of Nohara Shrine?

Bai Shi's mind was wandering as he leaned on the soft beanbag and stroked the tiger's head with his hand.

My thoughts turned to school again.

Komori Aoi's eyes, hands and feet recovered, and she volunteered to go back to school.

The curriculum may not be able to keep up with those students, but the education and grades of public schools in Japan have always been poor and far inferior to private schools.

If the whole class is full of bastards, one more student with poor grades will not have any impact.

School starts today, so there should be no problem.

Shiraishi stopped stroking Caesar's head, left the beanbag, turned and entered the living room, heading towards Komori's bedroom on the second floor, "Komori, I'm coming in."

As he spoke, he grabbed the sliding door and tried to open it.

"Eh?!"

The voice coming from inside was a bit panicked. The girl seemed to be not fully clothed and was looking for her underwear.

Shiraishi didn't stop and opened the sliding door directly.

In a clean bedroom that was so simple that there was no girlish atmosphere, a black-haired girl knelt down on a futon, her fair and delicate cheeks slightly flushed, and said in a panic: "Shiraishi-kun, what can I do for you?"

The lamp is hidden behind the back.

"Xiaosen, it's a good thing to worry about Xiaokui, but it's not a good thing to look at her secretly. That's what a peeping tom does."

Shiraishi reminded her solemnly.

You can't use the inner ghost to keep an eye on Xiaokui's situation. Such protection is more terrifying than touching.

Think about it, having someone watching you all the time, even with the best of intentions, can be scary.

The individual's right to privacy has been seriously violated.

Komori was stunned and didn't know how to answer for a moment.

She was just worried that her sister would be bullied by other classmates because she had not been to school for too long. Especially in Japan, there are endless incidents of school bullying.

Never thought that behavior was voyeuristic.

"I'm worried about my sister..." Her tone was weak, trying to defend herself.

Under Shiraishi's gaze, her voice became lower and lower, and finally turned into, "Okay."

Lost, this was the first time she showed such emotion in front of Shiraishi.

Perhaps in her eyes, this is the best way to express anger.

Baishi reached out and touched her head, messing up the short black hair that covered her ears, pinched her face, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, Xiaokui will be fine."

"Yes." Jun Komori's cheeks became even redder due to this action, and his fingertips swept across his cheeks and head.

Her heart was beating wildly, and she couldn't tell whether it was caused by love or simply the proximity of the opposite sex.

Baishi took back his hand and said, "You should meditate carefully."

"Yes."

Komori Jun nodded, recalled the ghost from school, and quickly landed on the lotus lantern.

Wine red eyes closed.

All her messy thoughts collided with the gold nugget, and she started today's meditation practice.

Shiraishi left the bedroom without forgetting to close the sliding door.

……

The next day.

The streets of Paris are a bit deserted.

The turbulent situation has caused a cessation of flights from various countries. Rich people are moving to the City of Dawn, and some long-distance cross-border official business has been changed to online processing.

The number of people traveling abroad has dropped to an all-time low.

Industries that rely on tourists are at a freezing point.

But people don't care much about that kind of thing.

The wide open extraordinary door attracts everyone's attention. Anyone who is not trapped by life will not care about the daily necessities.

If that doesn't work, ordinary people can choose to move to the City of Dawn. The procedures are simpler than those for wealthy people. It can be done almost on the same day and can leave on the same day.

After all, the extraordinary beings in the City of Dawn need mortals to take care of their daily lives.

Gao Liujing was sitting in a cafe by the Seine River. The sun umbrella was held outside to block the sun. She took a sip of coffee with sugar and said leisurely: "There is no movement at all."

"Yeah." Adolf sat opposite and nodded, carefully adding sugar. She didn't like it to be too sweet, nor did she like the bitter taste, and she didn't want to add it a second time.

"Do you think we are too busy?"

Gao Liujing couldn't help but complain when she saw how free she was.

"People want us to be idle. If we get busy, it will not be a good thing for the people."

Without blinking, Adolf poured the sugar little by little to the level he thought was appropriate, then stirred it with a spoon, savoring the taste of the coffee.

Moderate sweetness.

"Not bad." Her face, as cold as a killer's, showed a trace of satisfaction, thinking that she had really done a good thing.

Tear open the sugar packet and shake out the desired sugar bit by bit, but it requires certain skills.

Well, she's just too idle.

I was so idle that grass grew in my mind, and occasionally I thought about blowing the whistle at night, calling someone to come over, and enjoying the fun brought by the whole thing.

But considering the possibility of being discovered by Gao Liujing.

She still chose not to blow the whistle.

If it breaks through, she doesn't mind. Bai Shi will probably cause trouble, and the second reason is Gao Liujing's face.

This woman absolutely cannot accept what is on the surface.

Even if you know it well.

Adolf was drinking coffee, and his mind was already in the sky, thinking about what to eat for lunch.

At this moment, there was a sudden frightening fluctuation in the air, and waves hit the shore on the surface of the Seine.

She came back to her senses and turned to look at Notre Dame de Paris, where a bright white beam of light shot into the sky.

……

God is awake.

The space oscillates and distorts, producing signs of destruction in the church.

Jeanne's dull expression suddenly became exciting, her eyes widened, staring at the god who gradually opened his eyes.

And the members of the Holy Knights from outside poured in here.

Konoe Tixi said with excitement on her face: "Captain Jeanne, have you succeeded?"

"Ah." Jeanne didn't know how to answer. She covered her forehead with one hand and felt scenes and memories rushing into her mind.

The head seemed to be splitting open.

"No... no!"

She let out a low growl from her throat, threw away Tisi beside her, and shouted to the members of the Holy Knights behind her: "No, He is not God, He is Nicholas!"

"What?!" Tixi's expression was a little surprised, and the rest of the group members were even more shocked.

They didn't know who Nicholas was, but they could hear the change in the leader's tone, which seemed to mean that there were unpredictable problems in the god-making plan.

"Does the name matter?"

He spoke, and his voice did not cause any change in the people present.

"You lied to me!" Joan of Arc yelled, bloodshot eyes appeared, and she no longer had the calmness of the past.

Whoever discovers that the memories in his mind, the comrades-in-arms, love, family ties, and even the mission that was enough to dedicate his life, which he thought were real, are all fake.

Neither can accept everything calmly.

"I didn't lie about the beginning. It's just that you were not the one who continued that experience, it was me."

Nicholas calmly answered her roar, "Strictly speaking, I didn't have that experience, it was just me in parallel worlds who passed on their memories to the next world before I died.

Use this to find a way to defeat Taichu. "

"About a million years ago, I received the inheritance of those memories and began to think about how to prevent the Prime from coming to this world."

And the conclusion he came to after thinking was Joan of Arc's plan to create a god.

He always remembered how terrifying human faith was at the end of the fourth civilization.

That is the source of power that allows the insignificant to dare to fight back against the great beings.

If it can be used, it may be possible to fight Taichu.

Nicholas began to wonder how to use the power of belief, and finally got inspired by observing human behavior.

He uses magic to gather the power of faith to create a huge energy body, and then engulfs the energy body himself, thus making him more powerful.

"I will follow the agreement, and all human beings who believe in me will be sheltered."

"You will also be the saint who guides the world towards survival, Joan of Arc."

Nicholas did not abandon the owner of the Eye of God, "Make your choice."

Joan of Arc was silent, her confused mind not knowing what to say. She looked around, staring at her face after face, waiting for her answer.

I said it wrong... What will happen to these people?

Jeanne took a deep breath, nodded and said, "Okay."

At this point, she suppressed the chaotic memories in her mind. Hatred and disbelief could all be postponed.

The key is that the other party really needs faith, and then humans who believe in Him need to provide strength.

The plan of the Kingdom of God is no longer changeable and can only move forward.

If she gives up her choice at this time, how should she face the people who have been led on this path by her?

Joan of Arc is not the kind of irresponsible person.

"Fine, let's get started."

Nicholas was not surprised by her answer. His body drilled out, and holy and soft white light radiated to the entire Paris.

His body suddenly expanded into the air, holding a world of birds singing and flowers fragrant with one hand, and said in a deep voice: "Those who believe in me will enter heaven!"

The sound reaches Paris and even far abroad with clarity from high above.

Every believer who offers the power of faith can hear it.

God's holy voice made them shed tears, and they all shouted Amen.

"That's God?!"

Adolf stood up from his seat with a look of shock on his face, looking directly at the gentle giant of light, but instead of facing the pressure of God, he felt a warm and comfortable feeling.

Like soaking in warm spring water, every pore in the body releases warmth to the outside.

"Man-made gods are different from those gods."

Gao Liujing murmured, her blue eyes full of curiosity. She had some understanding of the true God and understood the truth that God cannot be looked at directly.

Man-made gods don't seem to have this.

The holy light shoots out from the majestic body to all those who provide the power of faith, and the world held by His single hand is constantly spinning.

Devout believers from all over the world followed the recovered light beams and poured into the world.

It is worth mentioning that no one from the church’s top ranks was selected.

Human beings who cannot provide the power of faith have no value in entering.

The exception is the Paladins.

Nicholas needs them to manage his believers for him and ensure the piety and sustainable reproduction of mankind.

Recruit believers from all over the world.

Nicholas threw the world in his hand into the air and disappeared into the void.

His body was filled with waves, and he had no intention of staying in the human world anymore, but wanted to return to the inner world.

"Wait, I haven't gone to heaven yet! My lord, I haven't gone to heaven yet!"

The owner of the coffee shop rushed out excitedly and shouted into the air, asking God to take him to heaven.

He didn't hesitate to kneel down and beg.

God did not respond, and disappeared in Notre Dame Cathedral under the shouts of many people.

……

Reports of the success of artificial gods spread rapidly around the world.

The president of France called for hope for change, saying that the country and people welcome you and so on.

No one expected that they would be tricked by Joan of Arc, and they were even less willing to admit this fact to the public.

He could only break his teeth and swallow it in his stomach, hoping to invite the extraordinary person back to protect him.

Gao Liujing returned to the City of Dawn and handed over the magic eye that recorded the scene to George, "This is what happened at that time."

The Magic Eye is round in shape, with a magical sapphire in the middle, and the edges are inlaid with gold, making it look extremely precious.

George stared at the Magic Eye, his vision flickered, and his mind was sucked into the Magic Eye.

The vibrations in the air, the waves of the Seine, and the huge figure emerging from Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris emit a snow-white light.

The face is blurry.

It just makes people think it must be a very kind face.

Silently watching what happened, George withdrew his mind from the magic eyes and said with a trace of curiosity on his face: "Oh, is this the God that Joan of Arc said?

It's interesting. Judging from the strength, it may reach the level of the ninth realm. "

"The next disappearance is to go to the so-called kingdom of God..."

He put down his magic eye, touched his chin with his hand and said, "What do you think about this?"

"God doesn't look like he was just born."

Gao Liujing expressed her thoughts, "It may be that Joan of Arc kept instilling something in him that made him become so wise as soon as he opened his eyes.

According to the hope of change and the statements of the Holy Knights, once the Kingdom of God comes out, they will escape to a place where they cannot be found in the beginning. "

"Taichu...do you believe what Joan of Arc said?"

George asked rhetorically.

Gao Liujing shrugged: "I can only say that it is better to be prepared than unprepared."

"That's right."

George nodded slightly and turned to another topic, "You should not go out from now on. You must also contribute to the development of potions for promotion."

"It's finally here."

Gao Liujing's eyes lit up. She was working in the FBI because she wanted to obtain the magic potion and advance to the eighth realm.

If possible, then launch an attack towards the ninth realm.

Judging from the current situation, it is already the limit for her to be promoted to the eighth realm for the time being, and she will have to wait for a while to reach the ninth realm.

Only when King Nan dies can he get the materials he wants from his body.

It was a waste for the high priest to destroy King Dong's body.

"Yes, our wish is about to come true. No, it cannot be said to be true."

George leaned back. In his ideal future, there was no place for Shiraishi, and now, if he wanted to overthrow that person, it seemed impossible in terms of politics and power.

That person is like a mountain, suppressing this era.

"There is still a long way to go."

George sighed.

(End of this chapter)