Love, That Damn Sour and Stinky Flavor

Half an hour later.

Chen Luo sat atop the lofty divine throne, gazing down at Malza, who was prostrated on the floor in a grand obeisance. His expression was solemn.

"My patience is limited," Chen Luo said indifferently. "I'm giving you three days!"

"In three days, Deli City will hold its first Resurrection Valentine's Day!"

"Any questions?"

Prostrated on the floor, Malza gave a muffled reply. "Respected god, your expectations are Malza's lifelong pursuit."

"Very well."

"I'll wait and see in three days."

"If you do well, this god will naturally reward you. But if anything goes wrong, you can forget about being the Great Elder!"

Malza hurriedly replied, "Your loyal servant is willing to stake all his remaining years of life. I will certainly satisfy the god."

The moment he walked out of the temple, the humble smile on Malza's face turned gloomy.

What was he going to do?

With a new god taking the throne, he had no idea what the other party's temperament or personality was like. He had thus tried to maximize his favorability by taking on everything and making a few pretty promises.

But this came with responsibilities!

Having served as the Great Elder of Deli City for decades, Malza had abundant experience dealing with gods.

They might have different preferences, or different personalities, but one thing was the same.

They were all deeply intoxicated by the legendary stories they wrote themselves!

At times like this, if he dared say that the story was no good and unsuitable for promotion as a festival celebration, then the previous Great Elder—who had been thrown into a fire pit—was the best example of what would happen.

As a mere mortal, he had no room to voice an opinion on such matters.

All he could do was work