Train to Another World.

Chapter 403 Contract
The priest stared at Li Zhuoguang in amazement. He had waited for a long time, but no divine punishment came down. Was what he said true? !

When the priest learned that Li Zhuoguang was the apostle of the evil god, his hands were so white that his knuckles turned white. Li Zhuoguang stepped back slightly, fearing that the priest would suddenly attack and hurt people. Just when Li Zhuoguang began to consider whether to take the initiative, the priest sighed and loosened his hands.

"What could be worse than this damn world? Even if it is an evil god, at least it has given our tribe the forest again. Tell me, what do you want?"

"I said I don't want anything, do you believe me?"

"Oh, you yourself have admitted that you are the apostle of the evil god. Even if you really don't want anything, doesn't the one behind you want anything too? Doesn't he need you to make a sacrifice to him?"

"Mr. Sai..." Li Zhuoguang was about to deny it, but after a brief recollection, it seemed that he had really sacrificed a lot of things, including a netherworld, the souls of dozens of human kings, a demigod, and a planet with life.

Fuck, if you think about it, the cult leaders in many stories can't even catch up to a tiny fraction of my achievements. Li Zhuoguang explained with a guilty conscience, "In fact, Mr. Sai is very easy to talk to. I just threw some unwanted things to him during the adventure, and he was very satisfied."

The priest obviously didn't believe it: "Even the good god before the disaster was not so lenient. Then why is he called an evil god?"

Li Zhuoguang briefly recalled Sai Zong's experience and said vaguely, "Probably because He beat up a lot of gods."

The priests now understood that their gods had similar examples. Especially among the foreign gods in the records, none of them were good.

But for safety's sake, the priest took out a piece of paper, wrote a transaction contract on it, and signed his name on it. After that, he placed the contract in front of Li Zhuoguang.

"As I just said, some of the laws left by the higher gods are still in operation here, such as the laws that bind contracts left by the God of Justice."

Li Zhuoguang picked up the contract. Because he was familiar with the language, Li Zhuoguang easily recognized the words on it. The general meaning was that Li Zhuoguang and his team would help solve the disasters encountered by this world. No matter what the result was, they would gain the friendship of the forest tribe, and the tribe would try their best to meet Li Zhuoguang's requirements within a reasonable range.

The terms of the contract were very advantageous to Li Zhuoguang and his team. After all, the constraints on him were only to deal with and solve the problem, and he was not even required to succeed. Although Li Zhuoguang did not want to take advantage of the forest tribe, he knew that if he did not sign the contract, the priest would probably not believe him.

Li Zhuoguang signed his name on the contract. Immediately, he felt an inexplicable feeling on his body. It was like a shackle, but also a connection.

He also felt that as long as he had solved the disaster, he could make demands on the forest tribe, but the demands could not be excessive. As long as his demands were not excessive, the elves of the forest tribe would have to comply with them.

As for the so-called "excessive", there was no explicit agreement, but both Li Zhuoguang and the priest had a vague and consistent understanding in their hearts. For example, sacrificing the entire forest tribe was obviously unreasonable. But Li Zhuoguang also found that if he wanted to sacrifice only the priest, it would be considered reasonable by the contract.

"Please forgive my rudeness. After all, I cannot joke with the tribe. If you have any grievances, you can sacrifice me to your god afterwards."

Li Zhuoguang waved his hands helplessly: "I've already said it, I really don't need anything."

Although the contract was signed by Li Zhuoguang and the priest, all the forest elves sensed it at the moment it was signed. They knew very well that, to a certain extent, their forest tribe was under the command of Li Zhuoguang.

However, no one had any resistance, and they thought that this was more reasonable. Otherwise, why would others spend so much effort to do so much for the forest tribes?

Aliana, who was dragging the elemental creature back to the tribe, also felt all of this, but she was just slightly stunned and continued on her way. To her, it seemed that there was no difference whether there was this contract or not. Li Zhuoguang was the leader of their group, and it was only natural to obey the leader's orders under reasonable circumstances.

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Cliffside City

The new city lord, Pat Mann, looked at his daughter who was sleeping in bed and smiled happily. Pat was still a young man and his daughter was also young.

But looking at his daughter's pretty face with rosy lips and white teeth, you will know that Pat has really done his best to let his daughter enjoy as many supplies as possible.

Pat stood by the bed and whispered a promise to her daughter: "Soon, soon we will be free from hunger and thirst."

After saying that, he quietly walked out of his daughter's bedroom and pushed the door open to leave the City Lord's Mansion. Outside the City Lord's Mansion, the City Guards of Wangya City had already lined up, waiting for their own City Lord to inspect them. Seeing Pat coming out, they all nodded. Pat stood in front of the square formation, pointed to several of the most burly and best-equipped City Guards and said, "For this negotiation, you guys will follow me."

The people he called out all showed joy on their faces, because during the mission, they would have a lot more supplies than usual. Then they stepped out of the crowd and stood behind Pat.

"Disband." As Pat gave the order, the other city guards dispersed and returned to their original posts.

But after the city guards dispersed, Pat found a little boy standing on the street corner outside the city lord's mansion, looking at him timidly. Pat smiled and walked straight towards the little boy. When the pedestrians saw the city lord, they all dispersed to both sides and bowed to him.

"Little Mike, what's the matter?" Pat squatted in front of the little boy.

The little boy nervously spread out his tightly clenched hands in front of Pat, revealing what was inside: "This is the amulet my grandfather gave me. He said that when he was young, he helped a passing wizard, and the wizard gave it to him. It can ward off misfortune.

I think... I think... Lord City Lord, you need enough good luck on this trip."

Pat glanced at the amulet in the boy's hand and saw nothing special about it. It seemed to be just a rough copper medal. But he still happily accepted it.

"Mitt, you are so smart. I really need good luck right now. With your amulet, luck will be on our side."

The surrounding civilians also heard Pat's words, and someone took the lead and started shouting:
"The city lord will win!"

"Wangya City will win!"

The shouting continued for a long time.

Before leaving, Pat touched his arms and frowned: "Wait for me here, I forgot to take something."

After saying that, he turned around and went back to the City Lord's Mansion, leaving only his entourage waiting at the city gate.

After entering the city lord's mansion, Pat called the butler and whispered, "Tonight, find someone to kill Mitch's entire family. Make it look like bandits broke into the house, robbed and killed people."

"Master, this..."

"My father is dead, you should call me Master now.

Many people saw Mitter give me the amulet today. If he had not met with misfortune immediately after losing the amulet, how could others believe that the amulet could really ward off misfortune?

The butler said in a deep voice: "Master, I understand."

Pat rubbed the bronze medal in his hand: "Mr. Mitt is indeed very smart. I really need good luck now, but more important than good luck is the morale of the entire people of Haichao City.

What a pity, he shouldn't have said that the amulet could ward off misfortune. If he had said something else that sounded nice, he wouldn't have died."

Pat put the bronze seal back into his arms and strode out of the City Lord's Mansion.

The butler stood behind him, watching him go away and sighed, "Master, even at the last moment of your life, your judgment of people is still as accurate as ever."

(End of this chapter)