...

Speaking of which, Luke didn't have many Holy Mai in the monastery when he was a child. Sometimes he could only get a small piece of Holy Mai bread when he encountered large sacrificial activities.

St. Luke was satisfied, but Wu Hui still felt unsatisfied.

1,500 kilograms of holy marijuana are enough for the gods to eat for three or four months. If a group of believers die in a few more battles, if the number of gods is too large, such a holy marijuana may not be enough for them to eat.

It’s a pity that his divine power has already reached its bottom after being consumed.

Even if you have to catalyze it, you can only wait a few days before you have new divine power.

Wu Hui divided the 1,500 kilograms of holy wheat into three parts, 400 kilograms were left as seeds, and planted them directly back into the Khan Field, 100 kilograms were left to reward believers in the lower world, and the remaining 1,000 kilograms were left to eat for the gods.

After these three months of embarrassing periods and the normal farming Holy Mai officially harvests, it should be able to enter a virtuous cycle.

The role of divine power is extremely valuable, and it would be too wasteful if you keep growing food.

Wu Hui will not participate in the next trivial matters.

Under the command of St. Luke, the gods quickly moved 1,100 kilograms of Saint Mai and properly stored them. They also collected the straw left in the Kantian and kept it for firewood.

After asking Wu Hui for instructions, Luke took out a small part of these Saint Mies as the first communion of the gods.

They carefully threshed the wheat ears, removed the shells, grind them into wheat flour and sifted them several times, and finally obtained half a bag of snow-white fine wheat flour. In the mortal plane, only nobles would use fine wheat flour that had been sifted several times to make white bread. Ordinary people can't eat such luxurious white bread several times a year.

However, these gods and people did not waste it. They carefully collected the wheat bran and kept it for later use.

At this time, Jerome, the blacksmith of the Divine Soldier Hall, had already built an oven. A handful of divine fire led out of the furnace penetrated into the oven, and soon the mouth-watering aroma of toast came out of the oven.

The nearby gods were so greedy that they were almost drooling.

Although Wu Hui had no body, his soul did not lose his five senses. At this moment, the tempting aroma of toast was drilling into his nose, and he couldn't help but feel a little greedy.

"The first piece of white bread produced by Holy Mai, the kingdom of God, is dedicated to the great light of my Lord."

St. Luke raised the first piece of fragrant white bread, knelt on one knee, held it with both hands respectfully and handed it to Wu Hui, with great anticipation.

Wu Hui suddenly felt a strong sense of hunger hit the depths of his soul.

His fingers had just moved, and suddenly he remembered that he was still in the soul body, how could he eat?

St. Luke, you, an old boy, aren't you kid teasing me?

However, seeing his pious and extremely innocent eyes, thinking of his loyalty to him, Wu Hui couldn't even make a few words of excitement.

"This stove of bread will be given to everyone."

Wu Hui waved his hand awkwardly and pretended not to care.

"Luke, thank my Lord for the grace of the sea," Saint Luke worshiped again, excitedly holding the bread, and sharing the white bread with the gods.

"Thank you for your kindness."

"Thank you for my Lord!"

Amid the gratitude, Luke, Jerome and others sat together, and started eating happily. The food was so fragrant, and the sound of bars and bars kept coming.

That way, it seems like I haven't eaten for eight hundred years.

"snort!"

Wu Hui swallowed the non-existent saliva, floated away in shame with his hands behind his back, feeling indignant, "I hate smacking my lips when eating the most."

"Oh~"

Wu Hui squatted alone on the broken pillar, feeling uncomfortable.

He is a god of light after all, and he doesn't even have a body. He obviously can't eat something delicious, but he still has to watch the gods and people eat it. This is too miserable~

As a great God of Light, it's time to be kind to yourself.

He opened the list of believers and looked at the slowly rising power of faith, and felt some motivation in his heart.

After working hard until now, at least the speed of the power of faith has increased.

He secretly swore in his heart: When one point of divine power is received, he must build a body for himself.

Moreover, it cannot be the kind of body that has little jj in the elemental life of light, but a complete, real human body.

When Wu Hui's soul seemed to emit light when he thought of this.

...

at the same time.

In the Kingdom of God, Wu Hui was counting on his fingers to calculate how long he would have a body.

In the lower realm mortal plane, the dark witch Judy finally returned to the lord's mansion in Lu'an City as promised.

It's night.

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse.

At this time, the civilians who were reluctant to spend money to light candles had already fallen asleep. In the entire Lu'an City, except for the slight sounds made by the patrol regiments during patrols and the occasional clock sounding on the bell tower of the city lord's mansion, there was only the whistling sound of the wind occasionally, which was extremely quiet.

City Lord's Mansion.

After handling the day's official duties, Viscount Connor was slowly walking towards the dormitory.

White candles are lit on the iron candlesticks on the corridor wall, but the air in the corridor is not circulated and there are few white candles. Although the falling fires save the corridor from darkness, it also makes the narrow and dark corridor look gloomy and the atmosphere is mysterious.

However, the corridors of the castle at night are like this every day. Viscount Connor has long been used to it, and still walks gracefully, noble and elegantly, showing his noble style surrounded by the left and right male servants.

Suddenly.

A figure slowly emerged from the shadows of the corridor.

The figure is tall and slender, and a dark purple hooded robe almost melted into the darkness. Its a mysterious and profound aura. It was a dark witch who had already abandoned the darkness and turned to light, Judy Sinclair.

When the Dark Witch appeared, he did not hide his breath at all, and Viscount Connor instantly felt something was wrong.

"Who?"

He was tense all over and looked into the darkness.

Seeing the figure standing quietly in the corner of the wall, his scalp tightened, but the expression on his face seemed to have taken another script. Instead, he suddenly relaxed and showed a polite smile: "It turns out that Miss Judy is back. You have been lucky all the way. I have never moved the room. You can go back and rest at any time."

A mature nobleman would never show his emotions on his face. Viscount Connor is well aware of this, and he does not reveal any emotions at all. He doesn't even ask Judy's results of this trip, acting like a generous and enthusiastic standard noble lord.

The Dark Witch knew the nobles' style clearly and did not politely with him. He said hoarsely: "I failed."

Viscount Connor's smile slightly stopped and a layer of haze was covered with his face. How could it be?

The Dark Witch seemed a little annoyed: "I admit that I was careless this time. I didn't expect that the pseudo-saint had a purified sacred weapon in his hand, which just happened to restrain the 'Kiss of Death'."

"Purification holy artifact?" Viscount Connor's face turned gloomy like water, frowned and wondered, "Is it the old thing in the monastery passed down...?"

The Dark Witch snorted coldly, her eyes covered by the hood were cold, with deep hatred: "I don't care where that broken thing came from. Since I promised to help you clear the obstacles and repay you with human favors, I will definitely do it. The "Kiss of Death" is not possible, I have other ways. I don't believe that she, a third-level spellcaster, can still turn the world in my hands."

As she said that, she turned around and was about to leave, as if she was about to go back and create a more powerful witch medicine.

Seeing this, Viscount Conner suddenly stepped forward and said politely: "Please wait a moment, Miss Judy. I have a question that is puzzled, I hope you can tell me the truth."

The dark witch Judy paused, and her body exuded a scent of cold and evil spirits. She turned around impatiently: "Tell me."

"Recently rumors have been everywhere, saying that the fallen God of Light has returned, and the rumors have become more and more intense." Viscount Connor said slowly, "I wonder if Miss Judy has found any abnormalities when she went to Gru Town this time?"

"absurd!"

Upon hearing this, the Dark Witch sneered and sneered hoarsely, "With the knowledge of Lord Viscount, how could he ask such a stupid question? If the legendary God of Light really returns, do you think I can come back alive?"

"Haha, I asked casually, too." Viscount Connor smiled kindly, "Miss Judy has a good rest, I won't disturb you."

The Dark Witch turned around and left, but before he could take two steps, he paused and sneered: "The news of the fall of God of Light was confirmed by the Void God and the Elf God. Lord Viscount should put his energy elsewhere."

As she said that, before Viscount Connor could speak again, she had turned around and turned into a ball of black mist and merged into the darkness, completely disappearing.

Viscount Connor stared at her disappearing figure from afar, frowned slightly, as if he was a little suspicious. After a long time, he said to himself to the air: "What do you think about Judy's words?"

Suddenly, a low male voice suddenly came from the shadow beside him: "Is the master suspecting Miss Judy?"

Viscount Connor's eyes remained at the disappearing position of the Dark Witch, his face slightly darkened: "I smelled the lie."
Chapter completed!