The incense prepared by the high priest is different, but they have one common feature, that is, they can make people feel the call of the gods!

This is a very strange feeling. When the believers sit together with their eyes closed, listening to the high priest’s unintelligible but rhythmic prayers, and gradually everything around them has changed. , People will think that God really exists.

You said it doesn't exist. Why was it that you were sitting in the temple last moment, but you are already standing above the sky at this moment?

There is also a **** who almost covers the entire world, lying in the universe. People can only see part of his body, not the whole picture.

Of course, the picture in some people’s brains is not like this at this time. They may fall into endless hell. There are terrible monsters and evil spirits everywhere. They are facing an impossible enemy, who can save them. The gods are left.

There are also people who are pulling everything in front of them weirdly. They seem to be in a wonderful world. There is no sadness, only joy. They are simply immersed in happiness for a long time and can't extricate themselves.

The role of incense is too important. It can be said that it is precisely because the first high priests discovered the role of special incense that they gradually convinced the entire Nagalil society.

Whether it’s the chief chief at the beginning or the governor of the province, whether it’s a lowly low class or a noble high class, as long as they sit in a closed room and feel the call of the gods, they will definitely be able to appear. Control things.

It is precisely because those in power cannot resist the call of the gods, so they firmly believe that there are gods in this world.

Rika also preached in the Federation. He was going to inherit the position of high priest, but it was a pity that he changed a place now.

He used the hallucinogenic ingredients of the grimacing mushroom in the incense to let many people see the colorful gods with their own eyes, and they became believers...

Well, the federal people are not that easy to deceive. In fact, they know that it may be some kind of hallucinogen. The ghost face mushroom is a restricted product in the Federation, and it is very difficult to get it.

The prices on the black market are very high. In order to maintain his current missionary scale, Rika spends most of his money on buying ghost mushrooms and blending incense.

Many of those believers don't really believe in gods, they just enjoy free hallucinogens here.

Now, he doesn’t have much money in his pocket, and the cost of preaching here is too high. Whether it’s a specific mission or a TV mission, as long as there is action, it means spending money and spending a lot of money.

Rika looked at his nominal father with expectation. He never thought he was the old man's son, because he didn't think they looked very alike.

But he doesn't care. In that environment, it is better to have a high priest as his father than an unknown priest as his father.

Now that his father has come to the Federation, he has to ask how much money the old man brought.

There was wise luster hidden in the old priest's cloudy eyes. He touched his body with a very slow motion, and then he drew out a small pocket.

Lambskin pockets, sheepskins are very soft and have good airtightness, unlike cowhide that cracks or becomes hard after being used for a long time.

He shook, and shook a few rough polished gems from his small pocket.

These gems are very common in temples. They will be inlaid on the appearance of various gods and act as some kind of fuel to "color" the appearance of the gods.

If you say it is valuable, it may not be worth much.

But if it is worthless, it is definitely a humiliation to the gem itself.

Looking at these gems, Rika's expression changed from expectation to disappointment, "Is there only these?"

He took the lambskin bag from the old priest's hand, and shook the contents of it in the palm of his hand, holding a handful of precious stones.

In this year of the Federation, the places he visited most often were the antique shops at various street corners. He roughly estimated that these things in his hand were probably worth hundreds of thousands of Federation Sols.

It looks like a lot, but in fact this little money doesn't help him much in his missionary career, and he can't even stand up to how much time he spends.

"Anything else?" He put the gem back into the sheepskin pocket, and then put it in his arms.

The old priest shook his head, "They don't allow me to bring more things, those are theirs."

He didn't say who the "they" were, but both father and son knew who this "they" was.

In addition to the Federation, who else can there be?

Thinking of so many gems and so many gold in the temple, only to bring so little, Rika's expression became unhappy.

"You stay at home, leave other things to me, everything will be fine..." Without more greetings, he turned and left.

Looking at the back of Rika leaving, the old priest's eyes also changed slightly.

On the third day the old priest came to the Federation, he called Lynch.

At more than nine o'clock in the morning, Lynch drove to pick him up.

After seeing Lynch, the old priest breathed a sigh of relief, "It's hard to imagine, just now I thought you were my relative."

Lynch couldn't help laughing after listening, "This surprised me a bit, did something happen?"

He pulled the car door and let the old priest get in the car.

Rika has gone out, and his daily job is to fool around, at least in the eyes of the old priest and Federal Security Council agents.

He took advantage of his identity as the only son of a missionary and a god, and his wealth, and kept sleeping with different women.

Sometimes the scene can be scary and someone will be injured, but everyone doesn't care about it.

As long as the incense is lit, what's wrong with the injury in the process of enjoying the ultimate happiness?

Originally, he shouldn't go out in the morning, because the morning is not the right time. At this time, most people are still sleeping, and only after the afternoon is the time for them to be active.

But when he knew that Lynch was coming, Rika took the initiative to find an excuse to leave.

He was very afraid of Lynch, because Lynch broke his bones in front of him and even threatened to kill him at one point.

He believed that Lynch could really do that, so he felt uncomfortable when he heard Lynch's name and wanted to leave earlier.

This also gave the old priest more time.

Sitting in the car, the car slowly moved forward, and Lynch asked curiously, "It seems that you and Rika are not very happy getting along."

This is very obvious, if they get along very well, they won't have this trip of their own.

The old priest didn't say much, but just smiled and said perfunctorily, "I heard that the federal medical level is very high."

There is no controversy about this. Cutting-edge technology is built with money, especially in the medical industry.

Every advancement in medical science means the participation of researchers beyond people's imagination, breaking through the shackles of past science and technology, and verifying it on a large scale in animals and even humans.

The cost here is definitely not a small figure, and even the poorer people can't even afford the development and research of medical science.

After getting a positive answer from Lynch, the old priest asked another question, "Can they let me know if I still have the ability to give birth to offspring?"

Lynch nodded again, "It's easy."

The old priest grabbed Lynch's hand and looked at him seriously, "Take me!"

More than half an hour later, the two appeared in a private medical institution that was not a hospital.

It only provides services to the wealthy. Many of the federal dignitaries, celebrities, and billionaires are their customers, and so is Lynch.

You can criticize the medical group for being unethical, but this will not prevent you from enjoying advanced medical technology.

With the help of a beautiful female federal nurse in her twenties, the old priest calmly completed the work of collecting and analyzing samples.

His whole life has been dedicated to the gods, including his body and soul. He has never felt ashamed before dancing naked in front of tens of thousands or more of believers, and even more so now.

Soon, a doctor in his thirties came over and said, "This gentleman, according to the report in our hands, you still have the ability to become a father, and your body is healthier than what we have seen!"

The doctor also found it a little weird that this old man who seemed to fall at any time was still capable of fertility.

In fact, being old is just his appearance. Although he is also very old, he is not that old.

"So I can still be a father?" The old priest asked again, and the doctor confirmed the answer again and again.

He looked at Lynch, "How much do I need to pay for this?"

After shook hands with the doctor, Lynch and the old priest walked out the door, "I have paid, now we can talk about what you want?"

Standing outside the hospital which is not a hospital, the old priest looked at the blue and clear sky and sighed, "I want a child who truly belongs to me..."

In the afternoon, some intermediaries in Buppen received an order. A 60-year-old man wanted a child. He needed an adult woman to give birth to the child for him, through natural gestation.

After the incident, the woman can live as the child's mother with him and the child, and can receive a one-time compensation of 200,000 Federal Sol.

Originally, the old priest thought he should give more ~lightnovelpub.net~ One million is a good number, but Lynch told him that the Federal Sol is not as worthless as Galil before, in fact tens of thousands of dollars. Will suffice.

The purpose of giving 200,000 is to select better genes that can satisfy him.

At a time, many women enthusiastically signed up.

Does it matter how many times I sleep with a 60-year-old man?

No, it doesn't matter at all, what matters is the money and the inheritance rights that the child can get.

Buppen currently recruits about one thousand two hundred yuan a night, of which one hundred to two hundred yuan belong to their agent, and two hundred to four hundred yuan belong to the brokerage company. They can only get 600 to 800 yuan. Bucks.

Sleeping with different people every day for a full year is almost 200,000, and there are some elderly people who are even perverted, so why is this not working?

Is it because the money is hot?

of course not!