i have a dead world

Chapter 75 Chance, I Only Give You Once

"God"

Nigel trembled all over. He looked at Edra's eyes, and he could clearly see the enthusiasm and confidence deep in Edora's eyes.

This kind of real emotion made Nigel dare not look directly, and his intuition told himself that what Edra said was true.

But. Is there really a god in this world?

Nigel was a little confused. He had seen records and legends about gods in countless ancient books, but aren't those all myths?
No one has ever heard of it, and there is no ancient book that accurately records that a certain god appeared in a certain place. There are legends about gods in the continent of Esk, but no real gods have ever been seen.

"you do not believe?"

Eddra frowned, and he looked at Nigel.

Nigel looked at Edra silently, without speaking.

No matter who it is, if someone says to his face that there is a God in this world, he will be skeptical when he has not seen a miracle with his own eyes.

An Baichen smiled, he didn't ask Edra to explain too much, but directly conveyed the order to the undead warriors behind Edra.

Nigel noticed a change in the black-robed servant behind Edra, and he raised his head.

The ten black-robed servants stood in a row, raised their hands, and uniformly lifted off the black robes they were wearing.

The pale skeleton reflected a strange luster under the candlelight, the sharp arms and weapons made people shudder, and gray flames danced in the dark eye sockets, they just looked at Nigel quietly.

They stood there motionless, like sculptures, but Nigel felt that they were alive!

"what is this?"

"Oh my God!"

The maids let out a low cry, and they looked at the undead warrior in horror, and they hugged each other with their backs against the wall and curled up into a ball.

Anyone who sees a group of moving skeletons will feel frightened, more frightened than seeing bloody corpses.

This is not only the fear of the unknown, but also the fear from the soul level. The undead breath carried by the undead warrior has a certain degree of erosion and suppression on all living bodies.

Nigel was stunned. He stood motionless, staring at the undead warriors in a daze.

Not only did he see their actions just now, but they were truly alive!

These bones, have a soul of their own.

"They. What are they?"

Nigel swallowed his saliva, shifted his gaze with difficulty, and looked at Edra.

Nigel has already emptied the entire second floor of the bar, and this is an independent dining room. No one else saw the mysterious and magical scene except Nigel and others.

Edra looked at Nigel with a smile, and said calmly: "This is God's creation, and it is God's servant."

"God"

Nigel was silent. He glanced at the undead warrior, and then at Edra. He suddenly felt that everyone in Sand City was wrong.

Mr. Edra is not what people guessed at all, he does have a strong background, a background that no one can think of!
Mr. Edra has a wizard, which is the limit of what people can guess, but who knew that Edra could have a connection with the gods?

Nigel didn't fully believe Edra's words. Although the skeletons in front of him gave him a great sensory impact, he still tried his best to maintain his remaining sanity.

Nigel took a deep breath and sat down in the chair, which he felt he needed because his legs were weak.

"Mr. Edra."

Nigel drank a glass of wine, and his voice was a little hoarse: "The commodities you just mentioned are more precious than secret stones, are they?"

Nigel mustered up the courage to point at the undead warriors.

"Yes."

Edra nodded, and said: "Their value is not only in itself, I believe you can see their potential value."

"Perhaps I should tell you that I do have a whole vein of secret stone in my hand."

Edra shook the wine glass in his hand, looked into Nigel's eyes, and said word by word: "But without them, without my master, I would never be able to get this secret stone vein."

An Baichen made Edra say this sentence very skillfully. For Edra, Lord Reaper was right. Without the help of undead warriors and Lord Reaper, even if he found the secret stone vein, he would not be able to protect it. this wealth.

But these words fell into Nigel's ears, and it turned out that God gave Edra a whole vein of secret stones.

This is the great power that God should have, which can give followers and servants unimaginable wealth, strength and status.

Nigel was silent, he could understand what Edra said.

Their real value lies in the god who made them, and if they can deal with a real god, the things they get must be more and rarer.

God can give Edra a whole vein of secret stones, so he can naturally give himself something of the same value.

Just, can I make a deal with God?
Nigel was in a trance. Looking at the entire Esk Continent, there are countless powerful chambers of commerce, and even more shrewd businessmen, but which businessman can make a deal with God?

Now this opportunity is right in front of him.

Even if it is just a transaction with God's servant Edora, it is still a person who has a relationship with God, which is completely different from ordinary transactions.

Nigel continued to ask, "Mr. Edra, are you going to sell them to me?"

Nigel hesitated, then added: "I'm not sure I'll be able to afford them enough."

"No, you are wrong."

Edra shook her head and said, "I can't decide whether you can get them or not, only my master can decide."

Is his master a god?

Nigel looked into the eyes of Edra, a servant of God.

"Then what should I do?"

Nigel made up his mind, and he decided to give it a try.

Nigel has no experience in this matter at all. He suddenly felt that the business skills he had mastered before were useless. Are gods the same as ordinary people?

It may be even more difficult to make a deal with God.

But if everything is really as Edra said, a god who can bestow Edra's secret stone veins must be very powerful. If he behaves well, he may be able to get more things!
Nigel is an excellent businessman, but also a capitalist.

For a capitalist, as long as it is profitable, he has no reason not to try.

"It's simple."

Edra took out a piece of parchment from his arms and handed it to the undead warrior behind him with a smile. He waved his hand and signaled the undead warrior to hand the parchment to Nigel: "This is the medium to contact God, you just need Drop a few drops of your own blood on it, and you can communicate with God."

The undead warrior came over, holding the parchment with his pale bony fingers, and handed it to Nigel.

Nigel's eyelids jumped wildly. He looked at the skeleton in front of him. Its left hand was intact like a normal person, but its right hand looked like a long knife.

"Take it."

The undead warrior spoke, his voice was hoarse and cold, and its voice was not stiff, giving the impression that it was completely a human being speaking.

It can move and talk, and this is by no means a puppet that ordinary wizards can create.

and many more!

No, it didn't speak at all, it just opened its mouth, and the sound came from my head!

Nigel realized this problem, he felt a little dizzy in his mind, he was too stimulated today, and he couldn't react for a while.

Undead warriors have no muscle tissue and cannot pronounce normally. All communication is spiritual communication, and there is no need to consider issues such as a common language.

Nigel took the parchment in a daze, watched helplessly as the undead warrior turned and left, returned to the team, and resumed his motionless sculptural posture.

"Okay, it's late now, I have to go back."

Edra stood up, stretched his waist, looked at Nigel and said with a smile: "I can only provide you with a chance to communicate with God, but whether you can successfully make a deal with God depends on It's out of my control, everything depends on you."

"Nigel, I appreciate you very much, but I will only give you this opportunity once, and you should take advantage of it yourself."

Edra took a deep look at Nigel, then turned and left the bar box, and the undead warriors put on black robes neatly and followed behind Edra.

Nigel noticed that their steps were very neat, and they seemed to be one person between their steps, more disciplined than the most elite knight team Nigel had ever seen.

If used in a war, such a mysterious warrior of God would probably cause even greater damage, right?
Nigel watched the undead warrior leave the box, and he sat alone in a chair in a daze.

The maids in the room stared in fear. They couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief as they watched Edra and the skeletons leave.

They have never seen such a mysterious and mysterious existence in their life, it is too terrifying!

Is this a person, a puppet, or something?
The guests had already left, and the maids forced themselves to stand up, with weak legs, and gathered around the dining table to clear away the tableware.

Some daring maids have already calmed down, and have been thinking about what kind of servant Mr. Edora is leading?
They decided to share what they saw today with their sisters tonight. Some of the maids were already thinking in their hearts whether they could sell this information for a good price.

In Sand City, any news can be sold as information.

The so-called loyalty is nothing but up for sale.

The sound of the maids clearing the bowls brought Nigel back to his senses. His confused and shocked eyes gradually calmed down. Nigel looked up at the busy maids and smashed his wine glass on the ground.

"Snapped!"

The maids looked back at Nigel in astonishment, and they all knelt on the ground. They didn't know what happened to their master and why he suddenly dropped the glass.

Is the master angry?

"Oh!"

The door of the box in the bar was knocked open, and dozens of knights in armor rushed in.

The leading knight walked up to Nigel and saluted respectfully: "Mr. Nigel."

"Ah."

Nigel nodded. He stood up and left the box without looking at the maid kneeling on the ground.

"choke."

The knight captain pulled out the long sword at his waist, and walked towards the maid who was kneeling on the ground expressionlessly.

The screams of the women quickly came from behind, and the sharp sword fell and spurted blood to Nigel's feet.

Nigel put the parchment close to his body, then turned around and gently closed the door of the box, and he left without looking back.

Some secrets cannot be known by too many people.

(End of this chapter)