These three rings are made up of independent closed warehouses spliced ​​together. The space of each warehouse is quite small, with at least three rooms and two living rooms.

When connected together, they are a circular space connected end to end. You can run in the ring and go around in a circle to reach the same position.

When it is unlocked, it will be an independent constructed airship with certain independent flight capabilities.

"This is our accommodation area. All of us live in these three rings. We casters live in the middle one. Because when the rings rotate, the speed is different. The big rings rotate faster, so the goblins are stronger.

Dwarves and human physical practitioners live in the third ring, where there is more space."

Ange listened silently and did not respond.

Monica didn't care either. They thought Ange was just a vegetable farmer who had never seen much of the world. He might have been frightened and it was normal for him not to speak.

Ange didn't say anything, but she had to explain why she had coaxed Ange up with her sweet words. Isn't it just because of the child's qualifications as a saint?

When someone comes, how can we make her stay willingly? Of course it’s the yearning for a better life. If we don’t introduce the good things here, how can people know that life here is beautiful?

Although she wanted the child to stay, looking at the child's appearance, Mr. An could only make the decision. The top priority was to find a way to fool Mr. An.

While introducing, he motioned to the maid to bring the good things.

Three cups of sweet fruit tea, a plate of nuts, a plate of sugar cubes, several plates of exquisite pastries, and a plate of red fruit cubes were served.

Unika's face froze, and she quickly took down the red fruit pieces.

Monica glared at her and whispered: "What are you doing? If you want to eat it, cut it yourself."

Unika sneered: "Great Priest, they sold these beets to us."

Monica looked suffocated and quickly motioned for Unika to take him away.

It's almost exposed. If you entertain others with things sold by others, wouldn't it be tantamount to telling them that you don't have anything good here?

He quickly asked Ange and others to eat.

Nigris quickly said in his soul: "Eat, eat, pretend to be normal."

Since the arrival of the Warlock Ladder, Ange and others have all activated their hearts in order to pretend to be normal people. After the heart beats, some organs also become active, such as the intestines and stomach, so they can digest food.

But it was very uncomfortable to pull them out. Ange usually used holy light to purify them, but even this was complained by Nigris: Gods don't have to poop.

Eating the pastries and snacks expressionlessly, the three of them sat there, tilting their heads and looking at Monica.

Monica's face remained calm, but she was about to cry: What's wrong? Isn't it delicious? Give me some expression.

Well, it seems that these foods cannot seduce them, and presumably, the materials on the ground are so abundant, no matter how poor they are, they can still eat better than themselves.

It seems that we have no choice but to use novel things and colorful activities to seduce them, but the time is not up now.

"Okay, let me show you around first and then participate in the activities in the evening, okay?" Monica asked with a smile.

Negris said quickly: Promise her, promise her, go visit.

Ange nodded.

Monica smiled and led the way, leading Ange and the others around. After going around and around, they somehow arrived at the twentieth floor of the main pillar, where the Church of Light is located.

"This is the location of our Church of Light, which houses the statues of the Lord of Light and the God of Truth." Monica led the way while introducing.

The God of Truth? Negris muttered in Ange’s soul: Is there a God of Truth in the lineage of gods of light?
Chapter completed!