Chapter 1471
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Cries of shock came from the stream and attracted the attention of both groups.
"What happened?"
The deacon who was in charge of picking wild fruits in the forest pulled out the sword from his waist and rushed over with his men. However, when he saw the scene in front of him, he was stunned on the spot, just like the deacon who was in charge of fishing.
On the stream, an illusory figure was faintly discernible.
The faint radiance reflected the bright moonlight, like a veil draped over the figure's body, covering its graceful body. Despite that, the fishtail under the figure was still very eye-catching, let alone the colorful glow of the fishtail, like a coral.
Only the figure's face couldn't be seen clearly under the radiance.
"This … This …"
A dozen temple deacons were dumbstruck as they looked at the illusory figure above the stream with faint radiance.
They were at a loss of what to do.
The civilians were at a loss of what to do.
Meanwhile, the priest who rushed over from afar had a solemn look on his face.
"Are you the God of this stream?"
The priest in charge of cooking asked carefully.
The mermaid figure nodded.
Although its face was covered by the radiance, its movements were still visible.
Immediately, the priest knelt on the ground.
"Please forgive us for our ignorance."
"Please forgive us."
Behind the priest, the deacons and civilians all knelt down and bowed.
In a world where Gods reappeared, everyone knew what to do in front of a God.
However, after the God of Stream glanced over the kneeling crowd, he looked at the back of the crowd.
Kieran's figure appeared there.
He strode over the crowd and stood in front of the crowd, looking at the God of Stream with a calm gaze.
The priest who was kneeling on the ground had his heart in his throat.
He was very nervous.
He was nervous because a battle that could have been avoided broke out.
Based on the rumoured God of Stream's temper …
It seemed inevitable.
As for worry?
It didn't exist.
The God of Stream's strength wasn't just your average strength. Although he was just a mortal, he had the title of Godslayer. Even the powerful God of Naveya, Lady Wealth, was slain by the God of Stream's sword. The nameless God before him was definitely not a match for the God of Stream.
However …
The moment the priest thought about the battle that was triggered by a meal, he felt that it was ridiculous.
But right away, the priest and the deacons and civilians behind him widened their mouths.
The God of the Stream in their eyes bowed slightly to the young man before them.
Salute?!
Hiss!
Unconsciously, everyone sucked in a cold breath.
They stared blankly as the 'Stream God' disappeared, and two beautifully woven baskets appeared on the bank of the stream.
The basket was filled with fruits and fresh fish.
Every fruit was huge and delicious.
Every fish was big and lively.
What did that mean?
Offering tribute?
Unconsciously, such thoughts appeared in the hearts of the people who were kneeling on the ground.
A god paying tribute to a mortal?
No!
Impossible!
Why would gods pay tribute to mortals?!
It must be …
Inexplicably, a bold guess appeared in their minds.
Then, instinctively, the direction in which these people knelt changed slightly as their knees moved.
Kieran saw the change but he didn't stop it.
After all, it was what he wanted.
Kieran bent down, picked up a fruit and took a bite.
Amidst the clear crunch, the sweetness spread on his tongue. Kieran couldn't help but squint his eyes.
As expected of the fruit that Starbeck picked.
That's right, all the fruits and fish were picked by Starbeck!
In Kieran's backpack, he didn't have a lot of food and other supplies but he would stock it up every time he entered a dungeon world.
No one knew what he would run into in a dungeon world.
When Starbeck knew about Kieran's habit, he would always pick the appropriate food every time.
This time was no exception either.
Other than the fruits and fish, there were some cooked lunchboxes and a couple of canned food with special functions.
Of course, the latter was useless in the current situation.
Fruits and fish were enough.
"How fortunate!"
Kieran couldn't help but exclaim when he knew how much time Starbeck saved for him. He clenched the [Shampoo Conch] in his hand, nodded at the kneeling priest, and went back where he came from.
There were no useless items.
Only useless players.
Perhaps no one in the big city would have thought that a Magic rank miscellaneous item would have an unimaginable effect at Tier V.
Kieran curled his lips into a grin as he felt the chaotic flame in his mind jumping.
He knew it was just the beginning.
As time passed, some rumors would grow.
When the rumors reached a certain level, it would cause some qualitative changes.
"Thank you, this world where God descended."
Kieran thought in his heart.
Would he feel guilty for doing so?
Of course not.
Compared to the God of Harvest who had betrayed his believers, Kieran thought he was just taking the rightful reward. He protected the people's safety and escorted them to a safe place. Then, he would receive the reward he deserved.
The only difference was that the reward was more abstract.
The dinner was finished faster than he had imagined.
When Kieran came down from the wagon, he clearly felt the changes in the gazes of the people around him.
Even the elderly priest's gaze changed.
It seemed like he had underestimated how fast the rumors spread among the natives.
"What's wrong with Pelt?"
Kieran asked even though he already knew the answer. He took the dinner, which consisted of freshly baked bread and fish soup with fruits and some wild vegetables around the plate.
This kind of dinner couldn't be considered exquisite, but in the wild at night, this kind of dinner was enough to make people feel satisfied.
Especially when Kieran's dinner included a whole golden grilled fish.
It was something the others didn't have.
No one objected to it.
It wasn't just because of Kieran's strength, it was also because of what happened beside the stream: being respected by a God!
Even if it was a nameless God.
It was enough to shock all the natives.
Plus, it wasn't just one person who saw it, there were priests and deacons among the crowd, so no one suspected it was just a rumor.
Hesitating for a while, the elderly priest finally made up his mind.
He lowered his voice to a level that only the two of them could hear and asked Kieran cautiously.
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