Viscount Rost could not help but laugh wryly. So Labuliekang did not dare come to the Technology Laboratory, which was why this matter had fallen to him!
But thinking about it, that made sense. Elves, whether High Elves or ordinary Elves, Wood Elves or Dwarf Elves, even Gray Elves, all believed in the Nature God. Yet Labuliekang and those people from the Golden Merchants' Guild had resolutely changed their faith and joined the Technology God Church for the small benefits he had promised. Now that they had heard the Nature God was in the Technology Laboratory, how could Labuliekang dare enter?
Wait... He had been the one who brought that guy into the Technology God Church. He was the missionary, and now he was facing the Nature God...
A thin sheen of cold sweat appeared on Viscount Rost's forehead.
"Don't worry. It's only a few thousand Elves believing in another god. Back then, a branch of hundreds of thousands of Elves believed in the Night Lady and forcibly transformed themselves into the so-called Dark Elves, yet I never cared. Come to think of it, that was about a hundred and fifty thousand years ago." The Nature God seemed to have read Viscount Rost's expression and said with a chuckle, "I don't lack such trivial scraps of faith. On the contrary, I think they're rather good, like loaches in the water, making the entire Elven Kingdom seem much more lively."
"Rest assured, I guarantee that I will promote all three varieties of your Nature One—green, red, and blue." Viscount Rost hurriedly promised. "Leaving aside everything else, at the very least, the Dawn Southlands will use them everywhere this year. The entire Southlands will surely learn of them. You may not know this, but I also control a news agency on the