Chapter 217 Earnest Money

Mark stood on the top of the tallest ship's mast, overlooking the harbor and the buildings near the harbor, as well as the fleet that was gradually taking shape under his command, but his eyes were not focused on any of them.

He rarely does this kind of seemingly secondary thing, but he really needs the cold wind of early spring to calm himself down.

How can it be so simple to integrate so many selves?

A person can have three opinions at different times: one in the past, one in the present, and one in the future.

Not to mention unifying thousands of selves in different worlds.

It is completely conceivable what kind of conflicts will occur when so many selves are entangled together - unable to unite as one, often disagreeing over boring things, and even the ideas and goals they hold are completely incompatible.

Being able to become a member of the Ten Thousand Realms Unification Cult is already considered good, but the worst thing is to become a Chaos Demon who doesn't care about anything but only knows how to destroy.

To a certain extent, the fact that he could take back Mark, a two-handed swordsman, at no cost was a miracle in the eyes of other Beyonders who were attacked by another self.

Looking at his left hand, the system projection thoughtfully gave him a destiny point. He cured Marianne and Yolanda, and later Conrad and the others, and initially reconciled their destiny, at the cost of reducing the points to five. For a few days, a sense of crisis of not being able to make ends meet hung over my head, and I couldn't get rid of it.

Mark finally set his sights on the two largest shipyards, where his two dreadnoughts were being renovated day and night.

"Sufficient capital must be obtained."

Mark's eyes hardened.

At this moment, the divine light suddenly appeared on the bow of the Caribbean, and two soft and slightly coercive waves of divine power spread out.

Two goddesses coming together?

As soon as Mark saw the color of the divine light and the overflowing light and shadow effects, he knew that the two goddesses of music and literature were coming.

"Oh?" Mark raised his brows slightly, then turned over and jumped down from the high altitude with extremely light movements.

If we had just crossed over, the height of these six or seven floors would have been like breaking a leg.

Since merging with the swordsman Mark, plus absorbing the power of the Valkyrie before, Mark is like a civet cat, landing in front of the two goddesses extremely lightly.

Seeing Mark actually taking the initiative to greet guests, Hank, who was used to serving as a guest butler, was stunned for a moment, but he still called on the other knights to start the welcoming ceremony behind him.

Mark bowed politely and saluted: "Two goddesses, do you want to see me for anything?"

Litchel, the goddess of literature, panicked and nervously held the blank notebook in her hands with both hands. At this moment, she reminded Mark of those bespectacled girls who were studying hard in high school.

Seemingly realizing that she was too rude, she straightened her back again, put the note in front of her belly, and pretended to be calm: "No, it's just that the few novels you gave me before were very popular, and I'm here to give you the royalties. And those who are invited to write.”

Muse glanced at Litcher and sighed silently: "Mark, let's go in first and talk later."

Mark looked thoughtfully at Litchell, who had the temperament of a literary girl, but said nothing. But with just one glance, the goddess of literature felt guilty that she had been completely seen through.

That's right! When the dance goddess Barbara risked her life, she might have come ashore, but it inadvertently lowered the value of the entire god of art.

It was very awkward for them to visit at this time.

If you don't come, you may miss the opportunity.

Come on, it feels like I'm on a free ride again.

Arriving at the reception hall, when the maid served black tea, Mark stepped back.

Mark looked at Litchel, the goddess of literature, for no reason: "Are you embarrassed?"

Litchel's face instantly turned red to the roots of his ears. He hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "It's so embarrassing."

Muse sighed deeply: "Mark, how much do you know?"

Mark's deep eyes swept over this goddess who usually showed a sunny and cheerful image, and said lightly: "Enough."

If it were anyone else, the two goddesses would definitely think he was bragging.

He is Mark, the spokesperson of a group of powerful alien gods in this world.

The muse sat upright, raised the tea cup, blew gracefully, took a sip of black tea, then put down the cup and wiped her red lips with the napkin placed next to the tea cup.

The whole process was smooth and smooth, without any rush or impatience, which left Litchell beside him stunned.

Muse spoke softly, her voice as pleasant as ever, every word was like a lark singing: "Let's be frank, we also want to leave. We don't know what Barbara promised you, but we will probably do it Not to her level. I hope you can give us a more precise condition, give us hope, or make us give up completely."

It was obvious that Litcher had given up the initiative to Muse, and she just nodded.

Mark's right index finger tapped the table gently rhythmically, and he was considering: "Leave? In what form do you plan to leave? Let me help take you away, with one eye or one finger?"

It must sound confusing to outsiders.

When an expert hears it, it's like a thunderous shock.

Muse and Litcher had expressions of shock that could not be concealed on their faces.

Muse trembled: "Wait, you mean..."

Mark's eyes shone with mysterious light, and his voice seemed to contain some kind of supreme power: "The first prerequisite for passing [Judgment Day] is that you must be complete."

The gods no longer need to breathe. For the two goddesses who became gods in their mortal form, taking a deep breath is almost a subconscious action engraved in the deepest part of their souls.

At this moment, both the 'treble clef' and the thick 'book cover' were bulging.

Fortunately, someone was well-informed and was not shocked by the 'violent confusion'.

"But...but..." Litcher's voice sounded like crying.

"Nothing but, do you think 'lost name' is limited to the main world?"

Another code word, which frightened the two goddesses into a daze. They were finally convinced that Mark was the spokesperson of the mysterious alien god who knew the ultimate secret of the divine world.

But how can there be so many decryptions?

Mark just mentioned that he met the unknown person in the deep sea, and the two goddesses were immediately stunned.

"At this stage, I can't promise you anything, but I need money, a lot of money! First of all, Lite dollars, and secondly, I need a huge amount of Mechanicum points." Mark made the first request.

This is called paying earnest money upfront.

Litcher was stunned for a moment: "A large number? If all the literature points are exchanged for Mechanicum points, the literature points will lose a lot of value in an instant."

Muse rolled her eyes at this silly goddess companion: "Depreciation? Can depreciation change the future? When you lose your reputation, all coupons will be useless paper."

The goddess of literature shrank her neck: "Sister is right."

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ps: The author's bacteria is a bit fried here, please forgive me.