"God!" Tulu heard Zheng Dong's voice and hurriedly prepared to kneel down, but Zheng Dong raised his hand to stop him.
"Your most important task right now is to be responsible for the tribe's food."
"Great God, please rest assured that I will definitely arrange the tribe's fishing work."
Zheng Dong nodded: "Those sailors must be honest."
"Be honest, be honest." Tulu said repeatedly, "Since the last time the God Envoy defeated those demons, the remaining people have all been honest and dare not cause trouble."
"Well," Zheng Dong nodded, "Every time you go to sea in the future, remember to bring a few temple knights in reserve, just in case."
"As ordered." Tulu bowed his head and responded.
"Okay, you and Allen should go out first." After explaining Allen and Tulu, Zheng Dong sent them out.
Seeing the two exiting the thatched hut, Zheng Dong looked at Flan, the prisoner from the territory of Viscount Winter, with great interest.
Today at the sacrifice site, when Zheng Dong used the Book of Truth, he found that Fulun was not his believer, which surprised him.
Not to mention people from other worlds, even if people on Earth go through this kind of daily brainwashing prayer ceremony and Zheng Dong shows "miracles" from time to time, it is probably very difficult for them not to be converted into believers.
The man in front of me, Fulen, actually withstood this fanatical brainwashing ritual, and until now, he is still a false believer.
Somewhat interesting.
Fulun was a little frightened by Zheng Dong's gaze. He tried to kneel down, but Zheng Dong suddenly said: "You don't believe in me."
Hearing these words, Flan suddenly felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.
"God! I don't understand what you mean."
Zheng Dong heard Fulun's trembling voice and chuckled: "Fulun, I don't sense faith in you. Do you know what this means?"
Hearing this, Fulun suddenly fell to his knees and kept kowtowing: "I deserve to die, I deserve to die, spare my life! Spare my life!"
Fulun is also a little confused about the situation now. If Zheng Dong is a spell caster, the spiritual power he senses from Zheng Dong is very weak, not as good as his own.
If Zheng Dong is an ordinary person, his various performances are beyond what ordinary people can do, not even what an extraordinary knight can do.
He thought he was quite knowledgeable, but he still couldn't figure out Zheng Dong's origins. For example, the way Zheng Dong appeared today really shocked him.
Zheng Dong looked at Fulun, who was kneeling in front of him, and said softly: "Get up, I am not an evil god, and I will not force others to believe in me."
After hearing this, Fulen gradually stopped kowtowing and slowly stood up.
"I would like to ask, who are you?"
Zheng Dong looked at Fulun's frightened eyes and said with a smile: "Can't you sense the spiritual power in me?"
Flan nodded.
"This is just an incarnation of me. The power of the gods is too strong, coupled with the rejection of the plane, if my true body comes, it will cause this plane to collapse."
Fulun was a little doubtful when he heard Zheng Dong's explanation.
He had never heard that people could be so powerful. Even at the peak of the Magic Empire, those legendary mages who were so powerful that they could destroy the world could not descend on a plane and cause the plane to collapse.
Is this really God?
Fulen was also a little unsure about the situation at this moment.
Seeing Fulun's hesitant expression, Zheng Dong secretly laughed in his heart, I can't fool you to death!
In a rental house.
A black vortex suddenly appeared, and Zheng Dong's figure walked out of the vortex.
"Back."
Feeling the lighter gravity on his body, Zheng Dong knew that he was back on earth.
This teleportation from the Kingdom of God was an adventure for him, but the reason why Zheng Dong dared to do this was based on his trust in the Book of Truth, an artifact.
He believed that there would be absolutely no accidents during the transmission process, and as expected, the return trip was very safe.
This time I went to another world and solved the biggest problem, the discord among the indigenous people.
Before Zheng Dong returned to Earth, he could clearly feel that the indigenous people had put down their guard against each other and accepted each other. This was a good start.
He doesn't expect the natives to suddenly become as close as family members. This is unrealistic. Zheng Dong is already very satisfied if they can accept each other.
He believes that as the indigenous people spend more and more time together, the problem of tribal integration will eventually be solved.
As for the city building and plantation plan, Zheng Dong could only let Allen keep an eye on it personally. After all, this project would take several months anyway.
Zheng Dong doesn't have that much free time to spend on the island. There are still a lot of things waiting for him in the wilderness.
After checking the situation of Crescent Island again, Zheng Dong put it aside temporarily.
Standing up, Zheng Dong glanced at the dirty rental house and couldn't help but frown.
During the time he obtained the Book of Truth, he was either busy with believers in other worlds or busy with the virtual kingdom of God, and could not even take care of cleaning the house.
In addition, the environment of the rental house itself is very poor, so it looks like a doghouse.
"How about changing houses?"
Zheng Dong thought to himself.
"Change the house!"
I looked at the dirty house again and couldn't stand it anymore.
However, even if you change the house, you should clean the house before leaving, otherwise the landlord may have a heart attack.
Thinking of this, Zheng Dong began to clean the house.
"It would be great if I had a girlfriend." Zheng Dong was cleaning the house while thinking wildly. He somehow thought of Shen Mengqi, and then smiled and shook his head.
"It seems that I have been single for such a long time that my thoughts have grown hairy." Zheng Dong laughed at himself.
After cleaning the house, Zheng Dong began to browse the house information online.
The average house price in Linghai City exceeds 30,000 yuan, and the rent is also terrifyingly high. There are many well-decorated houses in good locations that cost 10,000 yuan a month.
While browsing housing information on the Internet, Zheng Dong looked at his bank card balance and found that he still misunderstood the definition of a rich person.
"This is too expensive!" Zheng Dong couldn't help complaining.
If he hadn't met Shen Mengqi, a young rich woman, he might not be able to afford a decent house.
As for buying.
Zheng Dong feels that with his current economic conditions, there is still a slight gap.