Elf Kingdom: Game of the World Tree-Chapter 952 - 670: Mars’s Conversion (Part 2)

Eve was silent for a moment and nodded gently.

Golden Dragon Mars let out a sigh of relief, then hesitated for a moment, wanting to say something but stopping.

Seeing the old dragon looking a bit nervous, Eve smiled slightly and said warmly:

"Is there anything else you’d like to say? No need to be so formal."

Mars’s dragon face looked a bit embarrassed.

He wiggled his massive tail a bit uneasily, his golden whiskers shaking:

"Goddess... um... I wanted to ask, how can I become a quest NPC for the Elf Forest?"

Eve: ...

Wait a minute...

How long has it been, and you, an old dragon who’s been asleep for god knows how many years, are this fluent in these foreign words?

Are the players’ influences really this strong?!

Eve internally ranted.

"You want to become a quest NPC?"

She asked without showing her surprise.

"Ahem... it’s like this."

Mars raised a claw to scratch his head.

He sighed and said:

"I have spoken with the Saintess Alice whom you’ve appointed, inquiring about how to make these Elf Chosen Ones settle down, and she told me that by becoming a quest NPC and opening the favorability system, we could make those restless elves calm down..."

"Moreover, I also consulted Mr. Serenadil, and he also told me about the many benefits of becoming a quest NPC... like freely hiring the Elf Chosen Ones through the quest system and such..."

Eve: ...

So it wasn’t the players who told you, but those two?!

She glanced oddly at the uneasy giant dragon, and suddenly a thought struck her.

Eve smiled slightly, showing a kindly expression:

"Of course, many who pledge loyalty to me will gain the quest system and become quest NPCs."

Upon hearing her words, the old golden dragon seemed invigorated.

"However..."

Eve changed her tone:

"The quest system is tied to my faith. Only by becoming my believer can one become a quest NPC."

After speaking, she looked at Mars with a smile:

"Mars, do you wish to be my believer?"

Mars’s expression showed a hint of conflict...

He hesitated for a moment, then respectfully said:

"Goddess, I have already read your teachings, and frankly speaking, I do not oppose them."

"It’s just that, we old creatures have never encountered the power of faith. According to proselytizing Elf Chosen Ones, becoming a believer means devoting your entire being to the True God... even one’s soul after death will belong to the Divine..."

"I... still want to retain my freedom."

Seeing Mars’s serious expression, Eve seemed thoughtful.

After considering, she suddenly smiled, and the charming smile even made the golden dragon momentarily dazed:

"Then... how about a shallow believer?"

"Shallow believer?"

Mars was slightly taken aback.

"One who only worships me but doesn’t need to adhere too rigidly to the teachings of the Life Scripture, who still needs to open their heart to me, abide by the core teachings, pray to me, and offer a small amount of belief power, but whose soul after death won’t be summoned back by me."

Eve said with a smile.

Hearing her words, a trace of hesitation and uncertainty flashed across Mars’s face.

"Strictly speaking, only devout believers would be granted the quest system by me. However... I am in good terms with Reinhardt, have decent relations with Ulinos, and the Elf Clan is also an ally of the Dragon Clan..."

"Therefore, as long as you become a shallow believer, I promise to grant you the power of the system, making you a quest NPC."

"Once you become a quest NPC, you will have the ability to freely command the Elf Chosen Ones, not only being able to drive them away from here but also easily acquire various services from them."

Eve said enticingly.

Seemingly touched by Eve’s words, Mars couldn’t help but gulp, his golden pupils slightly brightening.

He hesitated for a while, deliberated for a moment, and ultimately, the scales in his heart were slowly tipped by the various temptations of becoming a quest NPC.

"If that’s the case... then I am willing to accept your faith..."

With that, the golden dragon slightly bowed its head and began to worship Eve.

At the same time, Eve felt a new light point in her Divine Soul, this light point was more radiant than any other, except for the one belonging to Fairy King Fenrir!

Even though it was only Mars, an old dragon, having the first one means the other two probably won’t be far behind.

The mythical giant dragon’s proselytizing task that plagued the players for several days was thus easily completed...

And after returning to her Divine Country, Eve contemplated for a moment and then released the official announcement of opening the quota for silver middle rank advancement...

...

Holy Mania Empire, Imperial City Maniya.

In the central inner city, a gray-domed palace stood in front of the city square, majestic and solemn, adorned with vibrant flags representing each territory of the empire.

This was Gray Castle, the place where the Imperial Nobles Council was held, and also the power center of the empire.

At this moment, in the resplendent council hall, the luxurious seats were filled with the empire’s nobles.

Every noble who could sit here was a core participant of the empire’s central power, each representing a family and a territory.

However, the usually elegant and reserved imperial nobles had completely lost their usual poise and were violently arguing, hurling insults, red-faced, almost at the verge of exchanging blows.

Only the thirteen-year-old Princess Theresa sat helplessly on the throne beside the Council President, while the Regent Minister, Wenster Feudal Bishop, sat on the other side, coldly observing the noisy scene.

"Fight! We must fight! The people are being slaughtered! This is a disgrace to the empire!"

"Fight, with what? All under the Divine are ants, even the Judgment Angel of the True God failed, what will you rely on? Your ridiculous family guards? Or... isn’t the destruction of the Third Guard Corps lesson enough, do you want several other corps of the empire to be annihilated too?!"

"We can dispatch the Judgment Knights of the church! We can dispatch more angels! Can a church truly not deal with a resurrected Evil God?!"

"Haha, then you should ask the church, we are merely nobles... our strongest forces are no more than legendary."

"The church? Even the Judgment Angel failed, do you think the Lord Bishops should go?"

"Three years... Didn’t [Subject: Pope] say that after three years all evil would be eradicated? We just need to endure for three years!"

"Haha... Three years is enough time for the Evil God of Fengye Territory to destroy everything."

"Then what do you propose? Should we call for help from other races?"

"Haha, are you willing to let infidels step on our land? Or do you think the Lord Bishops would agree?"

The nobles discussed among themselves, with sarcasm.

Meanwhile, the expression of Wenster Feudal Bishop at the front grew more and more unpleasant.

"Enough!"

He coldly scolded.

The pressure of a legendary figure spread out, and the entire council hall fell silent instantly.

Wenster Bishop snorted coldly, then looked towards Duke Correns, sitting at the front of the hall with eyes closed in contemplation, one of the seven Electoral Princes:

"Your grace, Duke, I’ve seen enough of this play, tell me, what exactly do you want?!"

The white-haired but sprightly Duke Correns slowly opened his eyes, revealing a kindly smile:

"Lord Bishop, nothing much, everyone is just concerned about the situation and wants to calm the chaos in Fengye Territory as soon as possible..."

Speaking, he smiled slightly:

"Don’t you think restoring peace as early as possible is the most important thing?"

"Speak directly."

Wenster Bishop’s tone was indifferent.

Duke Correns slightly straightened up:

"Lord Bishop, fighting against the Evil God is the responsibility of all beings, irrelevant to race or faith, why can’t we request the help of the Goddess of Life?"