Hearing this answer, Wocher's eyes showed a look of thought.

"Is that right? It turns out that you are a psychologist... I am also a doctor, but I believe in the physical material structural principles, and I don't have much research on psychology... Oh, no! This is not the point, Dark Night God Messenger... Are you a God's favor?"

Fick smiled and pointed the way.

“To be precise, it is the messenger of God, not the favor of God.”

Hearing the other party's intentional correction, Wocher's face showed a hint of doubt.

"Is there any difference? Isn't God's followers the messenger? Do a set of fancy tricks to fool the people, and then let them place you in the shrine..."

Fick persistently distinguished the difference.

"Of course, only the most outstanding godly followers can be the representative of the gods and become the messenger of the gods, and I am the representative of Ms. Dark Night..."

"Ms. Dark Night?"

Wocher seemed to have heard of this name, and then he seemed to gradually understand everything...

"I understand... I said why haven't I discovered the gods that this country believes in? It turns out that this country believes in the God of Darkness. No wonder, are you hiding in the shadows and secretly manipulating this country..."

Seeing the other party reacting, Fick said peacefully.

"Haha, we have always been lurking in the shadows, but it is an exaggeration to say that manipulating the country or something. We never interfere with the internal affairs of these countries, and are very low-key..."

Wocher nodded perfunctorily. Although he knew in his heart that these guys who were drilling in the shadow were definitely not good cakes, he still said verbally.

"Is that so? Then you are much more kind than other god factions..."

Fick seemed to see through the insincere words of the other dialect, and did not waste his words in this regard, and the tone changed.

"It's because you are here to promote modern medical skills with great fanfare, which is very dazzling... Hehe, do you know what the believers of the God of Light will think of you?"

Wocher is not a fool either. He knows that things like Holy Light are involved in this thing, so it must be the guy with the healing system route.

Medical care is an extremely important resource in society.

In addition to obtaining better education, the quality of medical care is also one of the important reasons why people have to squeeze into big cities.

By controlling medical care, you can occupy an important position in the social system.

In the real world, the witch doctors in the primitive tribes have a high status, and in the Free Federation, elite members such as doctors and lawyers also belong to the upper class of society.

Wocher understood that his medical skills would definitely invisibly snatch the other party's job and affect their source of faith.

Although he has tried his best to control the influence of this clinic, the coverage of medical institutions here is so low that he is always forced to open business.

As soon as he went, a virtuous cycle of hospital business was formed, resulting in his medical skills being forced to become famous.

In this way, some stories will happen sooner or later in the various peripheral products of the gang of the God of Light.

"So that's it. Are you here to remind me?"

Fick glanced at the other party and understood that the nerd should have understood what he meant.

He continued with a friendly smile.

"Yes, although Horusneson is a protected area by Ms. Dark Night, those hypocritical churches of Holy Light still have many eyeliners here... If you want to continue your research, you may need some help."

Wocher held up the black glasses on the bridge of his nose, as if he understood what the other person meant.

"I understand... we will have a community of interests in the future, right?"

Seeing the other party walking on the way as he wanted, Fick no longer beat around the bush and poked a white hand out of his black robe.

"Look at what you said, it's too flirting. We are all players, we are born alliances, and we are fellow villagers... Haha, my friend, please give me more advice in the future! We are a family. If you encounter trouble in the future, come to me, don't flirting with me~"

Holding Fick's hand, Wocher said stiffly with the old professor's old-fashioned aura.

"Uh... I wish you a happy cooperation! I don't know I need it in the future..."

Fick shook his fingers slowly and interrupted the other person with a smile.

"Haha, do you need so many messy requests to make friends? Everyone said that you should not see each other. It is natural for friends to help each other. If you need my help, just come to me. As long as you call in the shadow, I will hear it. Then... friend, see you back!"

Vochel looked at the other person's back that disappeared in the shadow, and became a little entangled.

This kind of hospitality is not the type he is good at dealing with, but since this is the other party's territory, with local snakes like the Dark Night God Envoy, he can save a lot of troubles from external things.

Under the real world, Wocher knew very well how important it is to have a huge protective umbrella.

So he did not refuse Fick's favor and decided to maintain a peaceful cooperative relationship with the other party.

...

After leaving the clinic, Fick walked through the shadows and cursed.

"Ha, a nerd, a typical free federal white-skinned elite. Sure enough, these people are nothing great. In addition to their better backgrounds, their talents and strategies are not comparable to me? Humph, first hit you well, and then let you do my business for me..."

Wocher didn't know that in the conversation just now, nine of Fick's ten sentences were fake...

First of all, Horus Neson is not a shelter for Ms. Dark Night, but a buffer zone without specific faith and mixed with many kingdoms of gods.

Secondly, Fick is not the Dark Night God Envoy under one god, above all tens of thousands of people. He is just one of the countless Dark Night Gods's favors. At most, he is a Dark Night Envoy. However, in the land of Horus Neson, he always regards himself as the Dark Night God Envoy, because according to the Dark Night doctrine he understood, if he tells too many lies, one day he will come true...

Moreover, this guy had targeted Wocher, a glasses man a few weeks ago. Before meeting Wocher, he had secretly passed on various channels to the Holy Light missionaries in Horus Neson's territory. The people of the Holy Light Knights were already on the way to the horse-ridden journey...

In the end, Fick was not a native Free Federation psychologist, but a stowaway from Tianlong Shangguo. His profession is a language artist, commonly known as a fraudster...

Six years ago, with a beautiful dream, he smuggled into the world's lighthouse, a land of democracy, a free country, and a paradise of dreams - the Free Federation.

As an orphan, he has no special memory of his hometown, Tianlong Shangguo, and that ghost place is too crooked.

Fick, who graduated from an orphanage, could only do odd jobs. He carefully calculated that according to his salary level in a black factory, he could buy a house in the Magic City if he worked for about five thousand years...

After reaching this conclusion, he pondered for a long time and suddenly realized.

Damn it, Tianlong Shangguo is just five thousand years old? This is still a big deal!!!

So he used his savings to buy a boat ticket to his dream and resolutely set foot on the snake ship to the Free Federation.

That is where dreams can be realized. People all over the world know that the Free Federation is the best and most OK place on Blue Star.

However, when he arrived at the territory of the Free Federation, Fick realized that he was fucking fooled by the Propaganda Department of the Free Federation.

Guns are flooded, gangs are piled up, class solidification, substance abuse, high crime rate, and race knights all over the streets...

To be honest, the Free Federation is just a fucking shit.

I have to work 5,000 odd jobs to afford a house in the Upper Town of Free Federation.

But as a stowaway, I can't find any serious job at all.

Fick could only sink into the chaotic lower city of Lington City like a pile of abandoned garbage.

There, there are thousands of garbage that accumulates at the bottom of society like him.

Without access to education, these people can only go to distorted paths in the dark.

This is an unsolvable vicious cycle. The upper class who controls educational resources to become doctors, lawyers, politicians... constantly monopolize the upper class resources and will always be excellent.

The garbage accumulated in the lower class has become increasingly degenerate without the promotion path of education, and can only continue to carry out a vicious cycle in violence, ignorance and crime.

In such a vicious cycle, these lower-class people have long lost the ability to survive as legal citizens.

Soon, Fick awakened his talent in the darkness - language art.

Simply put, he became an increasingly sophisticated fraudster.

At the beginning, the money he cheated was not enough for the tuition for being beaten. Fortunately, the kind-hearted black clinic boss agreed to let him take credit, otherwise he would have already played it.

After experiencing a series of events, he finally became a language artist in countless hardships, and also saw the world more clearly in the darkness.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this unique talent that Fick finally has the opportunity to show his talent in this world.

In this world, Fick's origin is still not so awesome. He is only an ordinary citizen of the Kingdom of Dhaknis.

At the beginning, Fick had the blessing of orphan Buff. Although there was less element of plot promotion, his parents had endless magic power to sacrifice to the sky. Fick's intuition told him that he was really going to take off this time!

When he came to this world, he did not go to find NPCs such as village elders and town mayors to pick up newbie tasks such as chopping old hens, running errands and delivering letters.

Instead, I can see the social structure of this world with my keen eyes.

Those ordinary people are the lowest things in this world, and they cut things like leeks.

On the top, the believers of the gods are responsible for taking care of these leeks, doing a good job as a gardener, and collecting enough power of faith.

Above the strict believers, they are the relatives of all kinds of gods.

These families belong to the iron noble class of this world, flowing with the blood of gods, and are real relatives.

In ancient times, emperors all had to call themselves emperors, and they would not hesitate to be sons for others, but also to establish relationships with supernatural things like gods, just to have a great reputation, to justify the leeks below and ride on them to do whatever they want.

The relationship between these clans is as solid as it is, and it is a real thing with real materials. It is so high that it is so high that it is not known where it is!

So although there are managers such as emperors, kings, lords and other types of gods among all kinds of gods, these things are really just managers who work and work for others.

The real power is controlled by all the families and churches.

Although the aristocratic class in this world is already so solid that it cannot be further consolidated, the promotion channel also exists in this world.

Among the large number of believers, one or two chosen people with extraordinary talents and favored by the gods will pop up from time to time.

These people are the followers of God.
To be continued...