The Cassidra Chamber of Commerce is an interesting organization.
This chamber of commerce has indeed received the protection of gods, but to be honest, no one can tell clearly whether it is considered protection.
Strictly speaking, the god who blessed the Cassidla Chamber of Commerce is not a simple god of business.
For he protects even livestock and theft.
Known as the cunning god full of sophistry and uncanny craftsmanship, this is his other identity.
Cunning is more than just words.
This god will turn into a human from time to time and appear all over the world, using his cunning wisdom to surround the rich.
But precisely because of his cunning, he became the representative god revered by merchants.
After all, merchants need the art of language, and only when the items they sell are so exciting that customers will be tempted to come and shop.
Even if the thing to be sold is a handful of cow dung that is never seen again, this handful of cow dung must be said to be fragrant.
As long as it can be sold at a high price, the price will be the value of the handful of cow dung at the moment of successful sale.
Even if it's really just a pile of cow dung.
This is businessman, they can give useless things a gorgeous name and sell them at high prices.
As the patron god of business, this god also has an eloquent mouth, even surpassing all businessmen.
Moreover, he is also a thief who is good at stealing.
The god's favorite thing was to steal the goods of the rich and sell them to those with even greater wealth.
In the end, he earned huge profits and invested them in his business fund.
When the god becomes bored, he will distribute the wealth to all who need it.
Normally, it must be a bit abnormal for a chamber of commerce to be founded by such a god for so long without him losing interest in it.
It would be better to say that this god had abandoned this chamber of commerce long ago.
The first president of the Cassidla Chamber of Commerce was named Pizzi Nandena.
But before becoming the president, he had another identity.
That was the first disciple of the God of Commerce.
Because one day this god felt too bored, he began to imitate other gods and began to collect followers.
So he found his target among a group of beggars on the street.
This beggar is different from others in that he does not just beg on the ground.
His income depended entirely on his ability to talk about the value of himself and the items he picked up.
"Sir, I think you are new here and need a guide..."
"My God, this beautiful lady, you have the most beautiful temperament I have ever seen. I think you need a more beautiful dress to set off..."
"My lord, why don't you try this cane that is more suitable for your dress tonight?"
One day, the beggar Pizzi had just left a lively party when he met a rich young man.
Pizzi just saw this young master and suddenly felt happy.
Because the young master looked so rich, even wearing a gold chain and a gold ring.
"Master, do you want..."
However, the young master suddenly spoke, his eyes fixed on Pizzi:
"Do you need money?"
Although Pizzi just smiled at first, the young master still insisted on asking again.
Finally, Pizzi could only nod.
Then the young master suddenly said solemnly.
"Believe in me, as long as you believe in me..."
Pizzi only thought that this young master was a lunatic, so he turned around and left.
As soon as he turned around, he suddenly felt a pressure that made him fall to his knees.
He opened the wallet in his hand, and suddenly, the shriveled wallet was filled with gold bars.
The light shone so brightly that Piqi's eyes were filled with gold.
"Now, do you believe me?"
The shrewd and cunning god spread his broad palm.
In the golden flash, Pizzi Nandena became the first believer of this treacherous god.
The hand full of gold was naturally accepted by Pi Qi with great joy. After that, the god who summoned wealth taught him many tips on making money.
After all the teachings were completed, the smiling god said something surprising to his new believers:
"After you die, you must return all the money you earn to me."
Pizzi agreed.
Pizzi then used the first pile of gold to happily expand his trade further.
His qualifications are obvious to the public, and his unique trading skills have made him rich.
The wealth that Pizzi quickly accumulated made him a financial giant of that era.
On the last day of his life, the treacherous god appeared at his bedside.
The purpose is to collect Pizzi's lifetime wealth.
However, as a businessman, Pizzi naturally has the cunningness of a businessman.
He claimed that all his life's money had been stored in a safe.
When I opened it, I saw that there were only a few gold coins inside.
Because all his life's wealth was left to his children, the gold coins in his hands became Pizzi's entire property.
The cunning god was deceived for the first time, and he was deceived by his own believers.
But their agreement was only for Pizzi's lifetime money, and it was not clear whether the descendants' money would be included in the calculation.
This god was so angry and happy that he took the few gold coins and passed away.
But when he disappeared, he left behind a sentence:
"Let your children and grandchildren take care of this money. In the future, I will one day steal them all."
Nandna's descendants were terrified of being targeted by the gods, but they did not do anything other than make money through business.
So they can only continue to work on developing business.
Although wealth will make them a target, once the wealth reaches a certain amount, many merchants will gather together because of it.
This will ensure the safety of more businessmen.
Therefore, under the leadership of Pizzi's descendants, the Cassidra Chamber of Commerce was established.
More and more businessmen are taking the initiative to join the Chamber of Commerce.
After such development, the Chamber of Commerce has also grown day by day.
Merchants protect the wealth of the chamber of commerce, and the chamber of commerce protects the safety of merchants.
Today's Chamber of Commerce, even some big countries, cannot match its wealth.
…
After listening to everything Victor said, Zola was stunned.
"Mr. Victor, how do you know this?"
This is obviously a secret that is only known within their chamber of commerce, especially the top brass of their chamber of commerce.
Victor looked at her shock calmly, his expression calm.
At this time, a crow fluttered its wings and fell from the sky, standing firmly on his shoulder.
Vega's one eye slowly opened, and Zola's figure was reflected in its dark eyes.
It raised its head and looked up and down at the woman in front of it.
Zola was startled by the sudden appearance of the crow, and then Victor's voice lingered in her ears:
"There should be nothing in this world that I don't know."
The more Zola listened, the more frightened she became. Her legs were shaking and her face was pale.
"Mr. Victor, how should we respond?"
After all, this matter happened in the generation of our ancestors. Why do we have to let the younger generations bear the responsibility of the agreement made by our predecessors?
The current Cassidla Chamber of Commerce has so much wealth that it is simply a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered.
If so much wealth was stolen in an instant, the entire chamber of commerce would be unable to survive.
It could even trigger economic chaos around the world.
"Why are you afraid?" Victor's voice fell slowly, floating in the cold wind of the night.
"The gods have long been deeply disappointed with this world, and they will never come back."
"Perhaps the God you are worried about is just lying to you."
"But, but..." Zola faltered and fell into silence.
Deep down in her heart, she also hoped that Victor's words were right.
But after seeing the Soul of Saint Galli today.
Recalling the time when her father urged her to do everything possible to keep Victor and get Victor's protection, even if she had to pay a huge amount of wealth.
She seemed to sense the risks she might face in the future.
This made Zola unable to imagine that the threat that once came from the gods was just a simple deception.
Not to mention the recurring appearances of the Goddess of Justice and Fertility.
Samuel's ancient royal ancestor comes again, and his starry body towering into the clouds is shocking.
This is enough to prove the existence of gods.
Zola couldn't help but imagine that it was only a matter of time before the other gods would return.
Once that god returned to the world, the first one to bear the brunt would probably be the Cassidra Chamber of Commerce, which frightened her.
So she looked at Victor anxiously and asked softly:
"Mr. Victor, is there any way to prevent the gods from returning?
"I...I can pay..."
Victor took a look at Zola, his eyes flowing from her slender body and long legs.
I don’t know if her mind is filled with money, and the rest of her IQ is used to grow legs.
Before Victor could speak, a clear female voice sounded beside him:
"I have seen countless believers who praise the gods and hope that the gods will return."
"But this is the first time I've seen despicable people like you who want to prevent the return of gods."
Zola looked towards the source of the sound, and what came into her eyes was a blindfolded nun.
Michaela placed her hands on her lower abdomen, facing the sky light, which was extremely sacred.
The cold wind did not turn her cheeks red, but they were as rosy as ever.
She bowed to Victor:
"Praise the Mother Goddess of Fertility, the great Mr. Victor."
Michaela straightened her body, put a hand on her chest, and said to Victor:
"Please ignore the remarks of such selfish people. Each of us yearns for the return of the gods."
Listening to Michaela's words, Zola blushed:
"and who are you?"
"You don't understand those gods at all, they are the real despicable thieves."
"If we let them come back, we will really be done with it!"
Michaela's eyes were covered with gauze. Glancing slightly at Zola:
"Please do not escalate your personal behavior to the level of a group."
"Just because you have problems with your chamber of commerce does not mean that believers all over the world will be the same as you."
Zola failed to refute the bishop, and could only tap her foot in frustration, looking at Victor expectantly.
As if hoping he would give her the answer she wanted.
At this time, Michaela smiled again and said:
"And that's it."
The next second, she moved closer to Victor.
What happened next made Zola's eyes widen.
Mikaela stretched out two hands full of vicissitudes of life, grabbed one of Victor's arms, and pulled Victor's arm towards her.
Victor's broad palm fell on Mikaela's heaving chest.
"The Mother Goddess of Fertility will bring her abundance to everyone."
At that moment, not only Zola was silent.
Even Vega opened his eyes and opened his beak, slightly glazed over as if he had seen something incredible.
The world with the cold wind blowing around seemed to have been silent for a long time at this moment.
The birds standing on the branches also stopped chirping, and the hurried wheels rolled together.
Only Michaela's soft voice turned into a warm current and passed through Victor's ears:
"Are you right?."
"Our great Godfather Victor Cravener."
