Chapter 269 God

Franz rejected the requests of all forces and insisted on staying in the slum of Mozambi.

Needless to say, the conditions in the slums are of course even the basic living conditions are worrying, let alone supporting the practice of a wizard.

But even under this situation, Franz was still promoted to become a crystallized wizard.

To be able to practice to this extent despite the extreme lack of resources, Franz's talent can be said to be excellent.

Others didn't understand why Franz stayed in the stinking puddle of Mozambi, when he clearly had a better future.

Franz thought it was his hometown and wanted to stay and do something.

If he leaves, Mozambi will remain the same slum and nothing will change.

Over the years, Franz has stayed in the Mozambi slum.

In addition to providing free medical treatment and treatment to residents in slums, we also impart knowledge to all children.

If a child with wizard qualifications is found, he will teach him personally. If he develops well, he will be recommended to Serantil or other small forces.

Many outstanding talents have come out of Mozambi, but Franz has always stayed here and never left.

Franz has almost become the spiritual leader of these people in the Mozambi slums and is respected by everyone.

Those who left Mozambi would come back from time to time just to visit Franz.

"Let's eat." Franz stirred for a while and said in a deep voice when he saw that it was cooked.

The waiting slum dwellers lined up in an orderly manner with a variety of bowls in hand.

Franz took the spoon and filled everyone's bowls with food.

After everyone received the food, they would bow slightly to Franz to show respect.

After the food was distributed, a young man next to Franz began to direct several other people to pack things.

Normally, Franz would not come to distribute the food in person every time. He would only come every Wednesday at noon.

These young people usually do these things.

Franz is now older, his health is not as good as before, and he rarely shows up outside.

The lifespan of an ordinary first-level official wizard is about three hundred years old. Franz's one hundred and seventy-eight years is actually not very old.

When a normal first-level wizard reaches this age, he looks like a middle-aged man.

But Franz is extremely old, and he doesn't know why.

"Brown, come over to my place when you're done. I have something to tell you." Franz said.

Brown is the leader of this group of young men. He was an orphan since he was a child and was raised by Franz.

He also has wizard qualifications, but they are not very good. He is currently a third-class wizard apprentice.

Although there are some small forces who want to recruit him, Brown told the public that Franz is not in good health and must stay with him to take care of him.

Franz doesn't do much outside activities now, and he tells Brown to do many things.

In the Mozambi ghetto, Brown represents Franz's will.

Brown glanced at Franz. They were already very familiar with each other and knew that he had something important to tell him.

He nodded: "Well, okay, I'll come over after I finish handling things here."

Franz was sitting in his backyard, lying on a bench and basking in the sun.

This is a rare courtyard in Mozambique. It is also very tidy and has a completely different style from other places.

There were two young men standing guard at the entrance of the courtyard, acting as guards.

These young men were all adopted by Franz since childhood and were absolutely loyal to Franz.

Franz closed his eyes and rested, the surroundings were quiet, and there was no noise to disturb his rest.

The surrounding area is a restricted area of ​​the Mozambi slums, and no idlers dare to approach.

After a while, Brown walked in, and the two guards nodded after seeing him.

Brown walked into the yard, knelt down on one knee and asked, "Sir, is there anything you need me to do?"

Franz opened his eyes, looked at Brown and said, "A few days ago, I received God's will again."

Brown raised his head suddenly: "What is God's will?"

His eyes were full of enthusiasm and excitement.

"God rebuked me and said that we didn't do anything valuable. But God is forgiving. He gave me an item, and we have to make reasonable use of it."

Franz said and took out a red paw. It was the paw of an unknown animal.

"This is..." Brown looked at the red claw with respect, but was a little confused as to what its function was.

Franz introduced: "As long as six people are sacrificed, it can be activated. After activation, the god will look here and at the same time use a blow with the weak power of the body."

Brown was a little excited.

The God in his heart is sacred and the most powerful existence.

Even the weak power of the main body is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Brown thought for a moment and said, "How can we fully utilize this thing?"

God-given things must not be wasted. They must fully play their role. Otherwise, we will fail to live up to God’s favor and let Him be disappointed.

For these believers of God, if they disappoint God, it is simply the greatest sin.

Franz said in a deep voice: "The day after tomorrow, there will be a dance held at the home of the second-level wizard Israel on Silver Sand Street. At that time, there will be many wizards participating. The wizards are very important to these ugly wizards. It’s important, if you can kill these people at once, it will be considered as doing something insignificant for God.”

Brown nodded and said, "I understand."

"Remember, you go and arrange for someone to complete this task. But don't do it yourself, and don't arrange for our people to do it, understand?" Franz said.

"Understood." Brown nodded.

Brown knew this kind of thing very well, and first of all, he had to consider the consequences of mission failure.

If the mission failed, neither he nor Franz could be implicated, nor could this matter be linked to them.

So Brown couldn't do this personally, because his relationship with Franz was known to everyone in Mozambique.

Once he got into trouble, Franz couldn't get away from it.

And people like them who believed in God couldn't be discovered, otherwise they would be thoroughly investigated by the wizards and eradicated.

"Remember, your power comes from God, and you can't let him down." Franz reminded again.

Brown nodded silently, put the blood-red claws into the space ring, then retreated and began to arrange specific matters.

Franz lay on the bench, looking at the sky, muttering to himself: "Ugly wizard, one day God will come and cleanse this world thoroughly." A flash of blood flashed in his eyes, and it disappeared in an instant, and no one could detect the abnormality.