Of course, the so-called formal document is naturally a formal pass certificate, which will state where the holder comes from and where he is going, and will also be stamped with a subordinate seal. Since these pass documents are all made of special magic paper

is completed, so it cannot be counterfeited at all.

Just because it can't be faked doesn't mean it can't be obtained.

As long as there is enough compensation, "losing" one or two pass documents is never a big deal, right?

"Mr. Fang Zheng from the Principality of Silver...well..."

The old man put on one eye and carefully looked at the words and seals on the document, then coughed and raised his head to look at Fang Zheng.

"What are you doing here?"

"I have come to seek guidance from the goddess of order."

As he spoke, Fang Zheng put his finger on his forehead, tapped it lightly, and made a gesture similar to a believer's prayer.

"I want to strengthen my resolve in my sacred vows."

"Okay, I understand."

Hearing Fang Zheng's answer, the old man was not surprised. The Land of the Holy Religion is the root of faith, and many people from other countries will make a special trip to the Land of the Holy Religion for pilgrimage. To put it simply, in the eyes of most people, the Land of the Holy Religion

The beliefs and teachings are more "authentic", and it is easier to listen to the oracle of the goddess of order.

Of course, any educated person knows that this is just nonsense, but you can't stop people from going to the Holy Land Church to pray, right?

Obviously this was not the first time the old man had encountered this situation. He quickly checked the documents, and after confirming that they were correct, he filled out another form. Then he picked up the seal at hand and pressed it with some effort.

.Then he looked at Fang Zheng.

"Okay, young man, you can take this document and go to the astrology room - you know what to do."

"Of course, thank you."

Hearing what the old man said, Fang Zheng nodded with a smile. He reached out to pick up the document and put a few silver coins on the counter. The old man quietly swept the silver coins into his sleeve and looked at Fang Zheng.

His smile became more and more enthusiastic.

"My name is Pan De. If you have anything, you can come to me. As long as I can do it, it will be no problem."

"Thanks."

After hearing the old man's answer, Fang Zheng nodded, then he picked up the document and turned to leave.

And the moment he turned around, an icy cold light flashed in Fang Zheng's eyes.
Chapter completed!