The Lord is Addicted in Infrastructure

Chapter 67

“Mervis, the goddess of wisdom, is the smartest god.”

“She is beautiful, fair, and benevolent… She wears a flower crown woven by Berranca and a long dress woven by moonlight, which was given to her by the moon **** Karis. She is walking On the road leading to the temple where the creation **** rests…”

“Mervis wants to get a luminous gem for Elf King Volhiri to defeat the devil that emerges from the abyss.”

In the church of Wissas, on the monthly God’s Oratory, there will be countless believers praying in front of the **** of creation.

However, no day is so overcrowded as today.

The church was crowded.

The outside of the church was also overwhelmed.

Among them, the most naughty child tried every means to squeeze into the house, squatting on the adult’s legs, aisle, or lying on the window without a seat…

They occupy the forefront position as much as possible, just to hear clearly what the Bishop Grove said.

The huge church was silent when Bishop Grove spoke.

Until Grove closed the book in his hand, raised his head and smiled: “The story is over for the time being, and the follow-up hasn’t come out yet.”

“Probably wait until the Thorns Chamber of Commerce sells “Story of the Gods 2″ again, to know whether the goddess Mayvis has successfully obtained the Light Gem for the Elf King Volhiri from the God of Creation.”

Grove couldn’t help but think about it. In fact, he especially wanted to know the follow-up development.

But there is no way…Who will let Lord Lord have not written the follow-up story…

Want to urge more.

After Grove’s voice fell, eager discussions gradually sounded in the church.

“I want to know the next story too much!”

“I also bought a copy of “Stories of the Gods” and flipped through a few pages, but it was really illiterate…”

“I also bought this book. Fortunately, my son is studying in school. When he comes back from school, he will teach me.” said a man dressed as a civilian.

“I don’t know what the long dress woven by moonlight will look like? It must be beautiful…like the gentlest goddess Karis, dazzling and full of charm…”

“The God of Creation is here! It would be great if I could see it with my own eyes!” said a woman wearing an apron standing outside the church.

Several women were also standing beside her, nodding their heads with approval and eagerness.

Someone said: “Let me say that the Elf King Volhiri wants to defeat the devil from the abyss and should go to the God of War Ludwig.”

“The God of War, Ludwig, is the incarnation of war. He is the most powerful god. He can definitely defeat the devil without looking for the gem of light…”

“But the relationship between the God of War and the Elf King is not good. He once laughed at the Elf King for being beautiful like a woman.”

“The **** of war, Ludwig, is too arrogant and arrogant, and the goddess of wisdom Mevis has a friendly relationship with the Elf King, and the goddess of wisdom is deeply loved by the **** of creation, and she must be able to come to light gems!”

“Why doesn’t the elf king go to the **** of light Griffizi if he wants the gem of light? The **** of light only needs to condense one with his divine power.”

“But Griffith, God of Light, never intervenes in the affairs of other races.”

“The God of Light is aloof, doesn’t like to show up, and rarely interacts with other gods… Only the call of the God of Creation can make the God of Light appear from the clouds… Oh, by comparison, I still like the warm and friendly land most. Goddess Nicola.”

“No, I like the **** of love Hilary Li the most.”

“She is the most beautiful goddess, and she is a pair of lovers with the sea **** Leander, although they separated later, even though Eros was too affectionate…”

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Grove listened to the people’s eager discussion, while watching them file out of the church.

Wait until the church gradually returns to its former quiet state.

He said to the pastor beside him: “You will be responsible for the gift of bouquets on God’s Day. I’m going to Palshan to report today’s results to Lord Lord.”

“Yes, bishop.” The priest nodded.

Grove left the church and headed to Pal Mountain.

After several rigorous checks, he arrived at the castle on the shore of Lake Pal and was led into the study by the waiting maid…

When Grove finished his statement, Xia Zoe handed him a picture with satisfaction.

“this is……”

Grove took it suspiciously.

After seeing the picture drawn on the scroll clearly, Grove couldn’t help but widen his eyes, with an expression of wonder on his face.

The picture scroll depicts a picture of the gods flying to heaven in the clouds.

——In the golden heaven, the God of Creation wears a white robe and sits on a crystal chair studded with flowers and gems.

He is the supreme and insurmountable deity.

A pair of golden indifferent eyes without the slightest emotion stared at the bottom, the long black hair draped in the robe, winding down the shoulders, and finally fell to the left wrist…

And in the left hand of Chuangshi Shen held a red sacred flower Berlanka.

Under heaven, colorful clouds are full.

A man with long blond hair holds a scepter in front of him, his eyes piously looking towards the God of Creation, behind him is the goddess wearing a star-studded dress, her wrist is wrapped around a vine… …

Grove recognized them one by one.

——The man with long blonde hair is Griffizi, the **** of light.

The goddess behind him is the moon **** Karis, then the goddess of wisdom Mayvis wearing a corolla of Berranca, the sea **** Leander who surrounds the sea, and the goddess of the earth Nicola who embraces the **** bird…

The picture scroll is very vivid.

The gods have different postures, but they all look devoutly at the kingdom of heaven where the creator **** is. There are countless beautiful sacred birds dancing around Caiyun, and the sacred flower Berlanka is blooming on the clouds near the kingdom of heaven…

Everywhere in the picture scroll is filled with the sound of harmony, an atmosphere of celebration.

Seeing that Grove finally recovered, Xia Zuoyi said: “This is a picture of the birthday of God, what do you think?”

Grove exclaimed: “It’s really good!”

“Lord, you are planning to…”

Soon there will be God’s Birthday, which is the day when God of Creation was born and created all things in the world.

Xia Zuoyi said: “I plan to find someone to carve this picture on the wall outside the church, and then print this picture into a book and place it in the Thorns Chamber of Commerce for sale…”

Grove couldn’t help but interrupted: “Lord, if this picture is carved on the wall outside the church, would it be a bit…”

After all, this is just a story made up by relying on the God of Creation.

Although novel and interesting, it is very attractive, but the story is not true… Will it arouse dissatisfaction from the Holy See?

Xia Zoe’s answer was to pat the Pope’s order on the table.

“You just need to obey the order and do it. Don’t worry about the rest. I’m here.”

Grove nodded silently.

Xia Zoe: “It’s just a story anyway, what can I do if I take it seriously.”

He picked up the brown sugar lying on the table licking his paws, took it into his arms and leaned back on the chair.

Brown Sugar must have been held in this way many times, and has adapted well, but he shook his round ears slightly and stepped on a comfortable position to continue licking his hair.

Grove’s eyes couldn’t help but fall on the little black panther.

This is a gift from the pope to the lord.

He also thought that the pope had lived in the castle for a long time…presumably the relationship between the pope and the lord should be good…

Not knowing what the brain had made up, Grove immediately let go of what Shazoe had given him.

On the day of God’s Birthday, the shelter surrounding the church was finally to be removed.

Since God preached the day, the outside walls of the church have been blocked by a circle of black curtains. Every day there will be clanging beating sounds, making people who often come to the church to pray especially curious.

But today, Bishop Grove and the priests are standing outside the church. Several soldiers grabbed the edges of the black curtain and moved together under the command of Grove.

There was a “swish” sound.

The black curtain fell on the ground and made a heavy noise.

People’s eyes are always glued to the renewed wall, their eyes are wide open, their mouths are open, and they look in a trance.

Even Grove, who had been prepared for a long time, couldn’t help being stunned and stood there without speaking for a while.

The pictures on the scrolls are amazing, but the murals that can be carved on the wall show an unparalleled sense of impact, lifelike and both form and spirit.

This is also all thanks to the craftsmen selected by Xia Zuoyi.

He repeatedly urged to sculpt it out according to the drawing on the scroll, whether it is the subtle expressions and expressions on the faces of the gods, or the movements, the folds of the clothes, etc., they must be carved with great precision.

Not only that, but he also requires craftsmen to achieve a “realistic” effect of carving.

Especially the **** of creation sitting on the crystal chair with golden eyes looking down, the look of pious expressions of the gods and so on.

The craftsmen were simply tortured by the “Party A” with bald heads and pain in their brains.

However, when all of this is revealed, the resulting visual experience is beyond words, as if being on the scene, people seem to be witnessing the scene of the gods celebrating the creation of the world with their own eyes.

Especially when being watched by the eyes of the God of Creation-those high eyes seem to really look down on the creatures He created from the distant heaven.

“Creation God is on!”

Someone couldn’t help kneeling on the ground and praying to the God of Creation, like a signal, and then, many people knelt down.

“The Creation God is on top…”

Grove couldn’t help but let out a long sigh of relief. His right hand was placed on the back of his left hand and pressed against his chest, his face bowed reverently, and a prayer was in his mouth.

At this moment, he really believed that the gods were real…

Xia Zoe sat in the carriage and watched quietly what was happening outside the church.

After a while, he lowered the curtain and said softly: “Udit, let’s go.”

“Yes, Lord.” Udit replied in a low voice.

Immediately, the carriage gradually moved away.

The effect of the church frescoes is undoubtedly a sensation. People in Wissas rushed to hear the sound, and the church door was endless every day.

Even the people in Fort Komoy and other cities want to come forward and watch the murals celebrating the gods.

Over time, this mural became famous.

The churches in other cities began to submit documents to the mayor of the city where they were located, hoping to also have a picture of the gods celebrating.

The mayor will submit it again.

Therefore, Xia Zuoyi ordered the mural carving craftsmen to go to other churches to fulfill their demands.

In this case, the celestial pictures of the gods printed in a book began to be sold in the Thorns Chamber of Commerce.

The guys in the Chamber of Commerce got the order to propagate-take this picture book to enter the church and pray more sincerely, the God of Creation will definitely bless you, and the gods will also listen to your prayers!

What are you waiting for, buy!

Therefore, after “Story of the Gods”, this picture booklet went crazy in an instant.

After listening to Gibran in the study of the financial statements of the Chamber of Commerce, Xia Zuoy smiled with satisfaction, with her beautiful eyebrows bent into the shape of a crescent.

Gibran said: “Lord, our next arrangement is…”

Xia Zoe clasped his hands on the pad at the chin: “How about the research on the dyeing process sent by Boris?”

“It has been thoroughly studied.” Ya Dai said.

As a native of Trak, Yadai is now Shazoi’s alchemy assistant. He is mainly responsible for some key research items, and the dyeing process is one of them.

Xia Zuoyi: “In that case, let’s start making the first set of goddess costumes-the moonlight knit dress of the goddess of wisdom Meivis.

“Yes, lord!” Gibran and the others were full of enthusiasm.