The other party's initiative to give up really made Wayne breathe a sigh of relief. After all, it would be best if he could not be forced. Because if the other party really had to force himself, in this strange "dream" world that could not help but be in the world of "dream"

Wayne has no confidence in resisting.

[Haha... After all, my god is also kind, but he is not as bad as some pseudo-gods and evil gods outside. He will always give disobedient people the so-called heretics and exert malicious intentions!

Mr. Wayne can actually rest assured.] The white-robed figure said with a smile.

"Well, thank you for your tolerance! Haha..." Wayne realized that his little thoughts just now would not be hidden from the other party, so he could only smile dryly when he heard this.

Fortunately, the figure in the white robe just talked casually and did not hold on to this issue, and soon raised a new topic.

[So Mr. Wayne, in return for entertaining you, can you make a small deal with me?]

"Trade?" Wayne, who had already relaxed a little, became tense in an instant when he heard this word.

He suddenly thought of some bad things, such as the demonic existence, who likes to trade with humans, and seeks various meaningful prices from humans in this way.

If you are at a desperate situation, you can still accept this kind of trading opportunity, but Wayne thinks he is not that far, so he is a little resistant to such things.

But now we must not refuse directly. Wayne asked with a nervous mood for the moment: "Can you talk about what kind of transaction it is?"

[No need to be nervous, it is not something that will make you embarrassed.] The white-robed man smiled and asked: [Mr. Wayne, your job in reality is a newspaper reporter, right?]

"...Yes."

It was obvious that he had never said it, but the other party knew his personal information directly, just as the other party knew his name at the beginning, which surprised Wayne a little. However, he was thinking of this incredible 'dream'; world

, and the other party's god pulled himself into this "dream" without realizing it; after the magical means of the world, he became relieved.

[Then it's easy to talk about. This is a transaction, but it's actually more like a suggestion.] The white-robed figure asked again: [As far as I know, Mr. Wayne, you really hope to get a copy that is enough to be the hottest.

News about the topic?]

"It's true," Wayne admitted honestly, and at the same time, his surprise increased a little, and he realized a key issue.

Although I don't know how it was done, if it weren't for being secretly monitored, the other party would probably have a very powerful intelligence collection ability. The possibility of the former was rejected by Wayne himself, after all, he didn't think it was

I have something that I am worth monitoring specifically, so I prefer the possibility that comes later.

'It seems that it is best not to lie casually...although I didn't plan to do that.';

After a few seconds of silence, in Wayne's nervous mood, the figure in the white robe said something that surprised him: [So, are you interested in writing a news article about these experiences tonight?]

"Is this kind of thing possible?" Wayne couldn't help but widen his eyes in surprise.

He originally thought that the other party was planning to ask him to keep a secret. After all, this method of creating and controlling the "dream" world at will, and the so-called "dream master" who held this magical power. Wayne had I haven't heard of it.

Well, it's not Wayne's fault.

In the circles of the upper class of the empire and even the upper level of most countries in the Western Continent, although the intelligence information about the "Strange God" is no longer a secret. However, for the lower civilians, the intelligence information is not large. The scale spreads.

There are several reasons for this. The intentional public opinion suppression by the upper rulers is one reason, and the unwillingness to expose themselves to arbitrarily is also one reason.

This leads to the fact that unless the "Extraordinary God" actively contacts or introduces it with "contractors", most civilians will not have any information about the "Extraordinary God".

Although "The God of Alien" can take the initiative to come to those who have desires to conduct contract transactions, the situation where the news is blocked is always not conducive to the rapid expansion of contractors and believers of "The God of Alien".

Therefore, the figure in the white robe and the organization he belongs to plan to break this situation.

A reporter like Wayne who can promote information dissemination is one of the breakthrough methods chosen.

[Of course.] The white-robed figure replied with a smile, [It is better to say that we are happy to let the glory and greatness of our God be known to more people!]

"...If that's the case, why did you find me?" Wayne thought for a while and asked his doubts: "Isn't it better to find well-known reporters from large newspapers to do this?"

[Haha, there are our own reasons here, Mr. Wayne doesn't have to worry about it.] The white-robed figure just smiled and did not answer this question.

In fact, it would be better to find people from a large newspaper, but there is a prerequisite: the other party can agree.

You should know that as a special media organization that can manipulate public opinion, the large newspapers in the Empire have tough backstages behind them, and basically all have deep connections with the Empire's official government, and most of them are state enterprises of the Empire. In other words, , the news releases of these newspapers need to be done according to the expressions of the imperial official.

With the cautious attitude of the senior members of the empire towards the "Super God", how could they take the initiative to help promote?

If the superiors disagree, then the subordinate journalists naturally dare not conduct such reports without authorization.

But there is no need to explain these in detail to Wayne, otherwise the other party might choose to refuse.

"Uh... can I refuse?" Wayne frowned and then asked carefully.

[Okay, you can think slowly. Whether you want to or not, we will give you a small gift as a meeting gift.] The white-robed figure smiled and was not angry because of Wayne's attitude.

Then he stood up from the lounge chair: [Well... it seems that it is getting late, and it is time for Mr. Wayne to leave here. If you are interested, please feel free to chat next time. I look forward to you next time. Bring a happy reply.]

"Eh?" Wayne was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then he reacted. "I... can leave?"

He was suddenly pulled into this "dream" world and encountered all kinds of strange things. Coupled with the continuous rejection just now, Wayne really didn't expect the other party to let him go so easily and regain his freedom.

[Of course, have you said it several times? We have no malice towards you, so we will naturally not force you to detain you.] The white-robed figure waved: [Then, Mr. Wayne, goodbye! I wish you a sleep next

Good sleep.]

"Uh, thank you..." Wayne replied in a naughty way, and then he felt the upper and lower eyelids of his eyes start to fight. It was obviously in the world of "dream", but he still felt heavier and heavier in sleepiness.

It came to his mind, and finally his consciousness became vague and knew nothing.

Looking at the empty leisure chair opposite the table, the figure in the white robe waved again, then took a light step forward, and in an instant, this "dream" world disappeared, and when it appeared again, it had already arrived.

In a completely different space.

What appears here is the deep and empty darkness like the universe, and the strange sea of ​​stars composed of large or small light spots and bizarre huge bubbles.

Behind the white-robed figure was a bubble about two meters high, getting closer. Through a layer of silver-white translucent film flowing through the surface, you can vaguely see the inside.

The scenery.

The sea of ​​clouds, mountain mist, lawns, woods, manors, courtyard tables and chairs, and even delicious food, wine and cute waitresses, the white robe figure and Wayne experienced just now, were presented in the extremely miniature pocket bonsai.

The inside of this bubble.

『Welcome to your return, Mr. Geno.』

[Intellectual Brain, this time the experimental information of the dream world has been collected, right? By the way, is it necessary to collect this information every time?] The hood of the white-robed figure was opened, revealing a picture of more than twenty.

A year-old male face with strong and upright facial features.

"It has been collected and the investigation and calculation is underway. It has been found that the spare space can be optimized. It is initially expected that the data resources of the next time that the 'Dream World' similar template can be saved by %."

[...Ahem! OK, you don't need to explain these things to me in the future. I'm not good at dealing with them.] Jenno quickly waved his hand and interrupted the explanation of the Intelligent Brain.

Because of his past background, he prefers rough and simple combat and killing tasks than this type of management business.

Unfortunately, there are not many combat tasks in the organization that require him to take action recently. Instead, the civilian type has a lot of workload, and Geno has been beaten to a strong man this time.

As a potential seed that was originally cultivated by the intelligent brain teaching and cultivation by Jiang Yan, Jeno is no longer the weak slave who struggled to survive in the underground arena under the Black Thorn Chamber of Commerce.

Since leaving the arena, Jiang Yan has been arranged by him as a middle-level manager in the mechanic network, and is dealing with various real-world affairs under the coordination of the intelligent brain.

He now has another identity on the surface, which is the guest official of the "Silent God Contractor" who was recruited by Jiang Yan and Angus, and is also the guard of the group of black-clothed imperial guards on the surface.

Team captain.

By the way, Jeno's talent did not disappoint Jiang Yan. Although he was twenty-five years old when he entered the formal practice with the help of the intelligent brain, it was a bit late to start, but in Jiang Yan

The supernatural powers and a lot of resources, coupled with the good talent and qualifications of his own, he quickly surpassed many of his peers. A while ago, he closed a few months ago, and made a great leap forward in strength.

Later, he has now gained the strength of a second-level and fifth-level military-level elves to the middle of the liu.

Although in order to improve his strength quickly, Geno's talent potential has been developed to a point of being a little bit powerful, but at least he has experienced almost two years of transition, and his potential has not been severely damaged. At least in the future, as long as he spends more time to continue cultivating, he

There is still a great hope of independently reaching the third level.

Therefore, Jiang Yan has taken a little attention. Among the seeds currently cultivated, the degree of attention can be said to be second only to Lily and Hal.

Contacting reporters like Wayne is also a small link in the missionary plan of Brian (the 'dead' priest who was originally named Bane) this time, and it is best to be carried out by a more humane person.

The cold guy like the smart brain who doesn't have much emotion is not suitable, so Brian caught him, who had no other busy affairs at hand.

[Tsk! It’s obvious that I have to work overtime in the middle of the night. I’m not an intelligent brain that can work after digitization of your soul...] ​​Geno aims at a wise man floating beside him

The brain light ball complained.

"This mission is the order of the Pope. Anyway, Mr. Geno, you are also one of the nominal bishops. Preaching for our Lord is a matter of duty. If you have any objections, I can help convey it to the Pope."

The intelligent brain did not know how to be considerate at all, so he directly gave Geno a noticeable not good suggestion.

[Forget it, it's really boring to joke with you boring brains! Please report the results of this to the Pope. I'm too lazy to write that kind of thing. Now I can let me go back first.

Have you rested?] Geno grabbed his hair helplessly and said.

It is already midnight now. Although he is now in a special dream space built on the sub-machine network and is theoretically sleepy, Geno still feels the fatigue brought by the routine of the biological clock.

You know, he has other things to be busy during the day, such as being the instructor of the combat class department, helping him collect it by the intelligent brain, and after screening, he arranged it to the industry under the name of the Silent family to receive better resource training.

Those young men with good talents do some practical guidance training and other things.

In terms of single-player combat skills and experience, Jeno, who came out of a place where he licked blood from a knife in the underground arena, is undoubtedly more suitable for this kind of job than most people. On the contrary, civil and socializing

He didn't like his job anymore.

With the energy to correct documents and beg for others, he felt that he might as well run to the wild hunting team to help capture wild elves, or simply go into seclusion and work hard to become stronger!

Unfortunately, the superiors don’t seem to expect to simply train him to become a senior thug.

Tickling his face, Geno suddenly asked: [By the way, smart brain, has that adult issued me other orders recently? I don’t want to continue doing this kind of work of pretending to be mysterious and negotiating and creating momentum with people.

It takes brains!]

The Intellectual Body directly ignored Geno's complaints, but instead replied to a cold tone that made him happy.

"There is indeed a new task, this is the detailed task information, please check it."

Geno looked at the archives and materials on the light screen in front of him, focusing on the two people at the forefront, and there were corresponding portraits next to the text information.

One of them is a young girl with bright blonde hair and cute like a delicate doll with a somewhat dull expression of a young girl about eleven or twelve years old. The other is a trace of her appearance that is somewhat similar to the former, but her expression is a little cold and arrogant.

The blonde teenager with a striking scar on his face, like a tattoo.
Chapter completed!