As soon as Zheng Dong put down the barbell, Coach Qin walked into the martial arts gym.
When he saw Qin Wushuang, he walked over in a few steps and said, "Coach Qin, are you looking for me?"
Qin Wushuang nodded: "Come with me."
Zheng Dong followed him, and the two came to Qin Wushuang's office.
Qin Wushuang put down his backpack and said, "Xiaodong, you have been working in our martial arts gym for several years, right?"
Zheng Dong secretly thought, here we come.
"Yes, it's been almost three years. I've been working here part-time since college."
Coach Qin nodded: "What do you think of our martial arts gym?"
"It's pretty good. The working hours are free and the salary is not low." Zheng Dong told the truth. He basically guessed what Coach Qin would say next and there was no need to hide it.
"I don't think it's appropriate for you to be a sparring partner now."
Sure enough, Zheng Dong sighed, but it was not too frustrating. If Zheng Dong got the Book of Truth, he would probably have been uncomfortable for a while, but now, he adjusted his mentality in just a moment.
However, Coach Qin's next words caught him off guard.
"Have you ever thought about coming here to be a coach?"
Qin Wushuang raised his head and looked at Zheng Dong.
"Be a coach?" Zheng Dong was confused. What could he teach as a coach? He didn't dare to teach physical training. Is it possible to teach students to stand on horseback?
Just when Zheng Dong was about to refuse, an urgent message came into Zheng Dong's mind.
"God! Help!"
It was his only believer in another world, Allen's cry for help.
Hearing this cry for help, Zheng Dong's expression changed and he quickly said: "Coach, I have something urgent and I want to take a leave first."
After speaking, he quickly left the office without waiting for Coach Qin's reply.
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After leaving the martial arts hall, Zheng Dong came to the seventh floor of the building. There was a hotel here. Now he had no time to rush back to the rental house.
“A single room.”
"Sir, we have three hundred, five hundred and..."
"Three hundred, please hurry up!"
Zheng Dong sounded anxious.
The hotel front desk muttered a little, but quickly checked in for Zheng Dong.
Zheng Dong walked into the room with the room card, and as soon as he closed the door, he quickly lay down on the bed.
Soon, his consciousness quickly passed through a black passage just like before.
As the scene in front of him gradually became clearer, Zheng Dong finally saw Allen's situation at this moment.
I saw that he was tied to a wooden stake, with firewood piled at his feet, and next to him were two natives holding wooden spears, wearing grass skirts and with feathers on their heads.
One of the natives held a black porcelain bowl filled with milky white juice and kept pouring it into Allen's mouth.
After drinking the milky white syrup, Allen's spirit instantly became depressed. It seemed that this was what they had fed him before.
Zheng Dong looked around.
Allen was tied next to an altar. On the altar, an old native with more feathers on his head was mumbling words and worshiping a totem pole.
Under the altar, the old and young from the indigenous tribes all knelt on the ground and kowtowed.
Although Zheng Dong didn't know what gods the natives worshiped, he knew that his followers would soon be roasted by these natives.
Sure enough, things went as Zheng Dong thought, a native holding a torch walked towards Allen.
Allen wanted to struggle, but found that he couldn't use any strength.
"Burn him! Burn this devil!"
The natives in the audience were very excited and looked at Allen as if they were looking at a heinous devil.
"It's ancient Byronic!" Allen was suddenly surprised when he heard the shouts from the audience.
When he was studying at the Kingdom's Knight Academy, he took the History of the Magic Empire as an elective, and Ancient Byronic was the lingua franca of that era.
Ancient Byronic?
Zheng Dong sensed Allen's thoughts and muttered. Although he had checked Allen's memory, the focus was on finding the skills to become a knight. As for the rest, he hadn't had time to look at it yet.
But now is not the time to think about this. His followers are about to be burned to death, but there is nothing he can do.
"Burn him!"
"Devil! Burn him!"
"Burn him!"
Under the altar, the mood of the natives became more and more fanatical, so much so that Zheng Dong doubted that Allen, the boy, had really done something outrageous.
But no matter what, Allen cannot die now.
Thinking of this, Zheng Dong shouted: "Stop!"
As Zheng Dong shouted, everyone in the audience fell silent. The indigenous people on the altar were so excited that their hands trembled and they kept shouting: "God! It's God!"
"It's God! The great God has appeared. Burn him to death! Burn him to death!"
Zheng Dong was speechless.
"Stop, my believers, he is not the devil, but the messenger who leads you out of the darkness."
Zheng Dong didn't know what the conflict was between them. Anyway, the deception was over. As for the deception, there was nothing he could do about it.
Sure enough, after hearing these words in their minds, the emotions of the indigenous people gradually relaxed.
"Not the devil?"
"He is a messenger sent by God."
"If we want to burn the messenger of God to death, will it offend the Gods?!"
"It's over, our tribe is over."
The mood of the natives had just calmed down, and then they began to collapse again. Fortunately, no one was shouting to burn Allen to death. As expected, his life was saved.
On the altar, the old native had tears in his eyes and kept kowtowing: "Great God, we have no intention of offending, please calm down!"
After saying that, he grabbed the ground with his head and knelt so hard that within a moment, his forehead was covered with blood.
"Get up, kids, it's not your fault."
Zheng Dong's gentle voice sounded in the mind of the old native. Zheng Dong's words seemed to have magic, instantly stopping the old native's kowtow.
"Great God, don't you blame us?"
"You didn't harm my messenger, why should I blame you?"
Zheng Dong chose to ignore the miserable situation of Allen being forced to half-death by them. After all, these natives can develop into believers.
These natives are obviously much easier to fool than elite-educated noble knights like Allen.