Believers were a matter of quality, not quantity. That was what Annan had learned on his brief path to godhood.
Jimmy was an ordinary man, but in faith, he was worth a hundred, a million, even ten billion Ai Averys.
After all, zero multiplied by any number was still zero.
Running into a wall with Avery again and again had even driven Annan to an extreme thought: perhaps the first approach had its merits after all...
Could he blame Avery for not understanding? No. Avery had picked up on Rona Gillman's hint and tried hard. It was just that the smarter people were, the harder they were to satisfy. That was why churches liked sponsoring orphanages and founding monasteries: to cultivate believers from childhood.
Well, if it took longer, it took longer. Even if Avery could not become a believer, adding another mage to Free City was good enough.
Over the past two days, Annan had also contacted two believers who had prayed to him. One claimed to be in the United Kingdom in eastern Middle Earth; the other was lost in the Nameless Swamp. The first was rather far away, and reaching him would take time. Fortunately, he had only prayed for wealth and was not in mortal danger. The second was in worse shape. He did not even know where he was, so there was probably no saving him.
All Annan could do was tell the commercial streets near swamps to keep an eye out for someone called Storm Knight. Come to think of it, that name did not sound like a believer of the Lady of Wealth at all.
Or had the man been so desperate that he had recited every prayer to every god he knew?
Of the five prayers Annan had answered, one came from