Chapter 194 The Aroma of Cooking Spreads Ten Miles Away

[Wang Jinjue (Weak Equal Power)]

[God of Hot Pot]

[Symbol: Steaming Yuanyang Hot Pot]

[Alignment: Chaotic Neutral]

[Clergy: Food, Chef, Hot Pot]

[Fields: Fire, Planting, Cooking, Trading]

[Weapon: Chopsticks]

In the world of Toril, the power of gods is divided into: Weak Equal Power, Weak Equal Power, Medium Equal Power, and Strong Equal Power.

But the power of gods is not equal to combat power. For example, the five-colored dragon god Tiamat is a weak Equal Power and looks very weak. However, his body is a five-headed evil dragon, the mother of all evil dragons. In a real fight, he is stronger than ordinary medium-power gods.

And Jaeger, the ancient god of death, weak Equal Power. When he was almost forgotten by the world because he was tired of fulfilling his duties, he gave most of his priesthood to Bane, Baal, and Myrkul.

Bane is the god of tyranny, Baal is the god of murder, and Myrkul is the god of death.

These three are the three gods of death. And Jaeger only retained "a negligible bit of power (his original words)" to observe and record the destination of all the dead souls.

If any god feels that he is floating and goes to trouble Jaeger. Then Jaeger will let him know how terrible "a negligible bit of power" is.

Others are extremely powerful in themselves. The priesthood is like a title to them, and they are usually too lazy to reply to believers. For example, the four elemental gods.

Among all the levels of divine power, only the gods with strong divine power are really strong.

Although the gods with weak divine power cannot be said to be numerous on the continent of Faerun, they are also considered to be mainland goods. Most legendary wizards look down on gods with weak divine power.

Wang Jinjue looked at his priesthood and thought about these, a little confused.

No, they set up a hot pot cult just to do a task, how could they really come up with a god.

Isn't this too abstract?

He quickly told Tang Yin to call all his teammates over.

"Oh, what's the matter? Why are you so anxious?" Zhou Changliu said with an eye mask and yawned, "If I don't sleep eight hours a day, it will affect my hair quality."

"I became a god?" Wang Jinjue said concisely, with divine light emitting from his body.

"Hmm?" Tang Yin looked at the divine power flowing through Wang Jinjue's body and said, "It seems ordinary."

"Oh. If nothing else, I'll go to sleep." Zhou Changliu said he knew, but it was not as important as his sleep.

"Huh?" Only Zhang Zichen was the most shocked. How come among the four people, only you became a god? He continued to ask: "What does it feel like to become a god? What changes have you made? Is it awesome?"

"Uh..." Wang Jinjue said embarrassedly: "My lifespan has become longer."

"For reincarnations like us, it's useless."

"As long as people continue to believe, it will become more and more powerful. Divine power can be used to make artifacts and turn into divine fire to destroy the enemy."

"Is it as powerful as a nuclear explosion?" Zhang Zichen asked again.

"No..." Wang Jinjue thought for a while and said: "You can also promote believers to priests and grant them divine arts."

"Are divine arts powerful?"

"I am now a weak divine power, and can only grant priests 0-1 ring divine arts. For example, light magic, holy fire magic, blessing magic, water creation magic, tracer bullets, etc."

"..." Zhang Zichen was silent for a while, not knowing what to say.

This is not useless at all, but it is useless at all!

Wang Jinjue was also silent, he was also a little confused, what the hell is the use of this!

"Ha~" Zhou Changliu yawned again and said, "I'm going to sleep." After that, he really left.

It seems that he really pays attention to health preservation (hair).

"It's a good thing. This will help us complete the task faster." Tang Yu thought about it and said with a smile:

"Tomorrow, you will find regular customers and develop them into priests. Then continue to recruit new employees. Finally, open hot pot restaurants in other cities in Faerun. Isn't this a task?"

Yes, now that they have the God of Hot Pot, it is more convenient to preach!

It is a religion that is obviously anti-religious, but it can actually produce gods.

The soil of this continent of Faerun is really strange! It can't be said that everyone can be fucked, it can only be said that it is half-hearted.

The next day, Wang Jinjue, wearing a gorgeous white chef's uniform, said to an old customer who looked familiar: "Your firm belief has touched Zhuo. Although Zhuo doesn't care, he is still willing to give you a chance. Become a priest of Zhuo and let the fragrance of Zhuo spread ten miles."

Qidette was stunned. He was originally a leatherworker. In Baldur's Gate, a city of dignitaries and merchants, leatherworkers have a very ordinary social status.

He said in disbelief: "Can I also become a priest of Zhuo?"

Wang Jinjue just smiled and looked at him.

He immediately understood that this was his chance, and hurriedly knelt in front of the statue of the God of Hot Pot and said: "Praise the great God of Hot Pot, praise me Zhuo (common language), the pot is above (Chinese)!"

His Chinese slogan has a bit of a weird accent, but it can be barely heard.

A faint divine light shone on him, and he felt that his world became clear in his eyes. His perception became stronger, and he became a first-level priest.

The spell slot appeared on him, and he could release several 0-ring spells and two first-level divine spells every day.

Wang Jinjue also felt that a star in his faith star map had become brighter and had a direct connection with him.

This is the pastor of the hot pot god.

The pastor is the spokesperson of the gods in the main material world. He is good at both literature and martial arts, and is also a spellcaster. His social status is self-evident compared to that of a cobbler.

Wang Jinjue handed him a pair of chopsticks and said, "Cook doesn't care how many believers he has, but it is our responsibility to let more people eat delicious hot pot!"

Qidete took the chopsticks with both hands, thinking of the supreme delicious hot pot, and immediately said, "I am willing to contribute all my property to Cook, just to convey the glory of Cook."

"This is not necessary." Wang Jinjue said with pity: "Cook doesn't need your property, Cook just needs you to be happy! As for conveying the glory of Cook, Cook doesn't care."

Qidete felt tears rolling in his eyes. He was in his forties and had lived for most of his life. He had never told him to live a happier life.

"Praise my Cook!" he said devoutly.

"Cook doesn't care." Wang Jinjue said.

Following the routine, Wang Jinjue asked a few familiar customers. These were the hot pot god who lined up every day these days. Eat hot pot every day, and you won't be afraid that your chrysanthemums can't stand it.

Unexpectedly, not all people choose to become priests of the God of Hot Pot.

Some people are very loyal to the craftsman god Gund they believe in, and are unwilling to become believers of the God of Hot Pot. Some believers of the sea goddess Umberle and other gods have joined the God of Hot Pot and become a glorious hot pot man.

They recruited many unemployed people to work in the hot pot restaurant. These people started from washing dishes and vegetables.

Day by day, the number of believers of the God of Hot Pot increased and became more and more stable. Every day, the temple of the God of Hot Pot, the fragrance of frying hot pot base, floats throughout the lower city.

The hot pot temple, the fragrance spreads ten miles. It has become a new attraction in Baldur's Gate.

But some people (gods) are unhappy.

Who can refuse a hot pot?

I can, because I don't like hot pot, and my pen name can testify.