Pastor Bai's Journey to Another World

Gina, who was in a hurry to change the subject so as to avoid doing her homework, raised her head and asked deliberately: "Sister Weiwei, when will we go to the city openly? I miss Dad's orphanage a little bit."

"Then it will take a while..."

Weiwei scratched the cat girl Gina's chin, her mind had already drifted to other places.

Since the lycanthropy was rescued and both parties to the deal a week ago, the incident has caused a lot of chain reactions.

The ogre tribe near Taosha City no longer abided by the agreement with the city-state and began to openly attack the caravan. It was only then that Weiwei knew that the ogre she killed with tracer bombs was actually an ogre leader.

"Cunning" Aogen is famous for his intelligence far surpassing his kind, and it is also he who single-handedly facilitated the transactions between the surrounding ogre tribes and various city-states.

Now it is dead, and there is no one to deal with the various ogre tribes and city-states. In just a week, the trade routes around Taosha City have encountered collective plunder by no less than ten ogre tribes.

Taosha City has entered a state of emergency.

And Weiwei also encountered identity troubles.

Originally, I relied on claiming that there was a caravan and family behind me, and I used this layer of camouflage to block the coveting of many dirty people.

Now that the caravan of the so-called Brando family that I invented has not arrived for a long time, and the ogres have been very rampant recently, these interested people speculate that the caravan of the Brando family has died because the ogre tribe suddenly tore up the agreement in the attack.

Weiwei can imagine with her toes what happened to a beautiful girl who lost her family's support and was weak and powerless in the eyes of outsiders.

Thinking of the attention she has received recently, Weiwei feels a little helpless. The environment forces her to convert the money she owns into influence as soon as possible, so as to prevent butter cg from happening to her.

As if aware of some unhappiness in Weiwei's mood, the kitten girl Gina rubbed against Weiwei's chest intimately, trying to comfort the young lady with her soft body.

Weiwei smiled knowingly, isn't this cat girl warmer than Serti?

"Sister Weiwei, is there any trouble?"

Gina was still rubbing against Weiwei, and the faint fragrance from the other person was very pleasant, and it always made people relax.

"It's nothing more than the harassment of some annoying flies, but I'm a priest, and I'm backed by gods~"

Of course, the one or two thousand gold coins I had originally weren't enough, but Weiwei could call the Lord of Dawn every morning.

With no business acumen, she had the cheek to beg Luoshanda Tiezi to point out ways to make money. Luoshanda Tiezi asked Weiwei if she wanted quick money or big money.

Weiwei said that children only make choices and I want them all.

So one morning before dawn, under the guidance of the Lord of Dawn, Weiwei rode a wolf into a Gobi desert and easily found a bunch of treasures...

It is said that the owner of the treasure has been ascended to the Kingdom of God. He was a traveler who traveled the world during his lifetime. He was sheltered by the Lord of Dawn because of his generous deeds during the journey. When he died, he was willing to donate part of the wealth that could not be taken away during the journey to God.

These treasures buried in the Gobi that no one cared about made Weiwei cheaper.

When the quick money came, it was time to make a lot of money. The Lord of Dawn, who had the priesthood of creativity, gave Weiwei some business ideas casually, and Weiwei began to use the wealth he picked up to start a business of reselling fruits.

Although it seems that there is no improvement now, and it can even be said to be a small loss, the capital of doing business was originally picked up...

Weiwei didn't care so much about short-term losses.

By the way, I also bought a local mercenary company, which was medium in scale, good in quality, and very cost-effective. It was also selected by the Lord of Dawn.

After buying it, a wave of personnel adjustments were made according to the suggestion of the Lord of Dawn. Those who should be fired should be fired, those who should be promoted should be promoted, and those who should be given paid leave...

After some manipulations, the company has been brought under control, and everyone in the company is lamenting that such a young girl can be so clever, and she really knows everything.

In fact, Weiwei just acted as a reply reader and then played her acting skills according to the situation to pretend to be aggressive.

Although there are still some people with nasty thoughts who are probing and indeed annoying Vivi, everything is slowly getting better.

Weiwei couldn't help but sigh in her heart, it's different to have the boss behind her back, it saves worry and effort when doing things, the pastor is really awesome.

Thanks to the caring boss for guiding employees to start a business, tears in my eyes.

Chapter 190 Chapter 185 The Signal of Jotun's Wind

The space station covered with a chitin shell is suspended alone in the vast universe, and the nearby debris seems to indicate that the original outer space facility is far more than this one.

Today is a serious day for humanity on the space station.

The semi-monthly work schedule is about to start.

The people of the space station gathered in the square of the space station under the arrangement of the mentors. Due to the failure of the broadcasting system, the mentors could only rely on this primitive way to make public arrangements.

People were divided into four groups according to the level of the intelligence test, and each group had exactly 200 people.

There are men and women of different ages, the oldest being no more than 40 years old.

ABCD, from left to right from good to bad.

On the Nordrian space station, the score of the intelligence test determines everything!

Mentors will arrange their respective tasks according to their intelligence levels. People of level A will continue to enjoy a good life. At the same time, they are also the leaders of the space station. Their status is second only to the few mentors, and they are also endowed with the sacred duty.

In the words of the instructor, only genes with high intelligence are eligible to be passed on and optimized.

B and C grades continue to learn various professional and technical knowledge and are assigned to suitable positions to shine and contribute their own strength to ensure the continuation of human beings.

The D-level will contract various complicated physical labor of the space station, and some of them will explore the vast universe under the leadership of the instructor, and explore suitable planets for the [chosen ones] of the space station.

Although there is a planet with indigenous civilization below, the mentors have told everyone that the planet below is not suitable for the noble [chosen ones] to survive. The world below is not only harsh but also has various dangerous creatures.

The terrifying blue dragon that harassed the space station from time to time also proved what the mentor said.

The native civilizations in the world below are not only barbaric and disorderly but also mentally retarded in the mouth of the mentors, and they are also extremely dangerous.

No one questioned the teacher's words, and no one doubted that since the world below is not suitable for survival and dangerous creatures can fly up to attack, why was the space station built here in the first place?

It cannot be questioned that the mentor has become the political correctness of the space station.

If it weren't for the mentor, the [chosen ones]'s civilization fire would have been cut off. Since birth, people have been learning the great deeds of the mentors - saving the last human beings from a world on the verge of destruction.

The reason why the mentor is called a mentor is because this great race selflessly guides humans, imparts its profound knowledge to humans, and leads them to explore the starry sky.

The purple-skinned octopus-headed mentor walked slowly from the corridor to the square. Upon closer inspection, one could find that he floated over without touching his feet.

This is the power of the mind, psionics.

Jimmy, who was standing among the D-level crowd, cast admiring glances.

Jimmy also tried to develop psionic power, but was told by the mentor that psionic power is the exclusive ability of the mentor race, and the human brain is not enough to drive the power of the mind.

Mentors rarely reveal the magic of psionic power, and Jimmy only knows that it seems to be used to spy on the mind and tamper with reality to a certain extent.

This mentor came in front of the crowd, facing the admiring eyes of the people, he just waved lightly as a greeting.

The distribution work was carried out in an orderly manner. When Jimmy was still young, the distribution work was actually broadcast by the radio station.

Since the blue dragon's endless raids, many parts of the space station have malfunctioned.Many adults have died from frequent harassment attacks, and now there is no one to maintain the broadcasting system.

Jimmy's pensive look seemed out of place with the somewhat sluggish compatriots around him.

Most kids who get D's on intelligence tests are real dumbass, but their parents are real A's with high IQs.

The mentors on the high platform in the square were talking about their names and the jobs they were assigned to unhurriedly. Jimmy noticed that many B and C grade guys were also assigned to the exploration team this time.

All of these people had expressions of annoyance and disappointment on their faces.

For most people, the expedition team is not a good place to go. None of the expedition teams that have set off over the years can return.

Some people say that they have gone to the new world to establish colonies, while others say that they died heroically for the cause of exploration in the vast universe.

The instructors also kept silent about the specific ending of the exploration team, and only responded to people's inquiries by saying that they had not received definite information.

Regardless of whether you have died in the vast space or not, going to the exploration team means saying goodbye to the comfortable life of the space station.

There are still a few people who are eager to join the exploration team.

Jimmy is one of them.

He also achieved excellent results in the intelligence test. He could have lived a good life, but he resolutely chose a path that was doomed to be difficult. With no ambition, he was very dissatisfied with the discovery team's criteria for selecting only D-level idiots. dissatisfied.

Are only fools worthy of exploring the universe?

He wants to prove to his mentor that only smart people can really lead the exploration team back alive!

"Jimmy—"

Jimmy's name was quickly read, but the instructor did not immediately say where Jimmy would be placed.

He looked at the boy who could hardly contain his excitement, and the tentacles around his mouth waved like waves—this was the unique smiling expression of the mentor race.

"Congratulations, you have been specially approved to join the exploration team. I hope you can exert your strength for the survival of mankind."

The instructor smiled lightly, and his joy could be heard from his tone, as if he was congratulating Jimmy from the bottom of his heart.

"Great!"

After hearing that, Jimmy jumped up in the crowd, his face full of uncontrollable joy.

Among the A-level crowd, Reina also cast a congratulatory look, but she felt a little bit reluctant in her heart.

She would rather Jimmy was working as a coolie maintenance worker in the space station than he would rush into this vast universe.

"This guy, maybe he can really make a career out of it."

The girl murmured softly.

……

The main control room of Nordrian Space Station.

This place is an absolute forbidden zone for most humans, and even A-level humans are rarely allowed to enter here.

Instead, only B-level senior technicians are often allowed to enter here to maintain equipment.

Consistent with the overall style of the space station, the main control room is almost entirely made of flesh and blood, like the body of some kind of creature.

Dense blood vessels of different thicknesses connect the various devices in the main control room, and alien symbols constantly appear on the light screens wrapped in chitin shells.

The door of the main control room—a film of flesh and blood suddenly faded away, and a mentor race with a purple-skinned octopus head floated in.

"Still can't contact the fleet?"

After he came in, he asked a habitual question, and the response he got was also a negative answer as usual.

"If this continues... sooner or later the pasture will be demolished by [Qinglei Calamity]. Damn it, has the fleet found a new pasture?"

He couldn't help complaining a few words, but this time no one scolded him.

A silent and dignified atmosphere enveloped the main control room.

"Hey, why aren't you talking? What's going on?"

"..."

A fair-skinned octopus-head mentor race sighed, and after preparing his words, he said slowly: "Just now, we caught the help signal from [Wind of Jotun], although it was over in just a few seconds. ..."

"That elf colony ship? Hasn't it been confirmed that it was shot down?"

The head of the white octopus shook its head to express its helplessness: "Yes, I witnessed its crash with my own eyes, and confirmed that its wreckage was buried underground together with the city below... But now the fact is that someone not only found It also successfully sent the signal."

"...You made a big mistake, Manstein, you should not even leave a piece of dregs behind, because your arrogance is very likely for us to face an attack from an elf fleet in the future without any support!"

"It's not my fault!" the white octopus head Manstein argued loudly. "You all know that there was a lich there at the time! I went there rashly and would only be buried in the ground with the remains of the Wind of Jotun!"

"You're old! Manstein, I've seen it from the days when I was dealing with the Qinglei natural disaster, you just keep shrinking!"

"Then what good idea do you have? Hehe, Xibo. The gastric juice is contracted, and you will only come up with some bad ideas that will hurt both sides."

"Because I have this strength, are you capable of fighting that blue dragon? No, you can't, you just run away screaming when you see the blue dragon attacking!"

"Irreverent new generation! It's just luck that my psychic power is a little stronger. I'll let you see my strength now!"

Seeing that both sides lost their composure, the other mentor races in the main control room quickly dissuaded them: "Okay, stop arguing, this time, not even a single newborn tadpole survived in the breeding pool, there is no [Master Brain] here, our There will only be fewer and fewer people, and there must be no infighting at this time."

Theoretically, they can remain calm and rational forever, but without the [Master Brain], it seems that this trait cannot be maintained for a long time.

Xibo. Gastric juice contracted and snorted coldly, then calmed down again.

He explained his reason for coming to the main control room: "Now more and more mentally handicapped humans from inbreeding are born in the pastoral area, and their brains are also chewy. Some mentally handicapped brains can no longer meet the needs of mental energy. In order to ensure food Source, it's time to find new cattle in the desert below."

Manstein sneered when he heard the words, and immediately put forward his objection: "Looting? Oh, I dare to predict that the natural disaster of blue thunder will definitely fly over to make trouble. We can't even deal with the natural disaster of blue thunder in outer space, let alone The blue dragon fighting on the mainland of the world of Salem? Besides, the only conch-hull ship has been in disrepair for a long time, and whether it can successfully set sail is another matter."

"No, if it's just looting, we won't be able to rob many livestock in one round. We can choose a more favorable approach. We just need to recruit the human colonists below to do things for us and pay a little precious metal reserves. There are some in the Sinai desert city-state. People are willing to be our agents, anyway, the slavery below is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, they can even do business with ogres, who are they selling to?"

"This method works."

"I support Seabaugh's suggestion."