I kissed the statue at the beginning and I vomited all over the floor

"Morgan?"

"Ha, clever human boy, how did you find out it was mine?"

Listening to the voice that appeared out of nowhere in his head, Alvin felt his eyelids twitching.

"Let's not talk about this for now. How can you talk to me directly? I'm not your believer..."

"Look at the little girl in front of you, the one looking over here. She is dancing the orc prayer dance."

"...It's really a shaman dance..."

"Let's not talk about this anymore, human. I have something important to discuss with you."

The female voice in my head suddenly became serious.

"Ah? Serious business? Didn't you ask Tagon to find the pig-beast?"

"Stop talking nonsense. Let me ask you, where did you get those weird planting techniques from?"

So that's it. The orc goddess of agriculture discovered that her followers used a planting technology that had never been seen before. It makes sense that she would pay attention to herself as the "inventor".

"This, just think of it as some kind of druid secret technique."

"You are a talkative human being. It's just a secret. What else can you do but...

Next, what are you and Lal like…"

Before he finished speaking, Ivan heard the voice in his head stuttering, as if the person who was speaking was covered by his mouth. Occasionally, there were also some sounds of physical fighting.

After a while, a panting sound was heard again.

"I'll ask this another time. Let me think about what the next question is..."

"Morgan, are all you gods so idle? Or do you gods have nothing to do just by gossiping in other people's heads?"

"Who said that? It consumes a lot of energy...Okay, okay, I'll just say it straight.

Ahem, um!

Human, I hope you won't kidnap my followers and become a druid."

"Huh? When did I do such a thing? That's what Paul likes to do. It has nothing to do with me..."

“Be serious!

Right now the astral realm… where most of the native gods reside, is a bit unsettled.

If you kidnap my believers, it will be hard for me to resist..."

Ivan stroked his chin. Lian was tired from dancing, so she sat back on the cushion and started eating.

The request of the orc goddess Morgan is actually very reasonable. As a world with different beliefs, the number and quality of believers in gods should determine the power of gods.

But this is not a conflict, right? Bol wants the orcs to change their profession, not to convert them to another religion... Wait, it seems that druids really have restrictions on believing in gods.

After figuring it out, Alvin asked a question that Morgan couldn't react to for a while.

"Morgan, can't you allow your followers to become druids without converting?"

"This... shouldn't be possible. My area of ​​responsibility is agriculture, which is quite different from the natural pantheon of the druids..."

"Agriculture? Come on, let me tell you what ecological agriculture is..."

“Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle…”

"Jigujigujigu..."

"Goo-gi-gi?"

"Goojigji!"

"Pervert! What have you been saying for so long in a language I don't understand?

Are you saying bad things about me again? "

"Guji... It's none of your business, little dwarf. Go and continue your magic dance over there... Guji guji..."

“Evan!

Don't think that I won't hit you just because you clear my name!"

"Guji...eh? Eh! Lian, wait a minute! When did I ever take away your reputation?"

Alvin was speaking Orcish while hiding in a tent from a short half-elf.

Unfortunately, Morgan can't read minds and can't communicate with Ivan purely through consciousness.

In this adverse situation of mixed languages ​​and dodging left and right, Alvin managed to fool a goddess with great difficulty.

……

"Xi Ling! Xi Ling!

There are two strange men outside the city wall, and you said you know them."

At the North District Church Headquarters, the half-elf lady who was anxiously waiting for Ivan to return was startled by Ir rushing into the project hall.

“The weirdo I know?

Everyone I met in the Haze Forest is here..."

Xiling, full of suspicion, walked up the high wall. Two "weird men" wearing heavy cloaks stood quietly in the snow.

A tall and thin figure, carrying a huge two-handed sword and leaning on a cane, stood at the city gate.

The other one was small and thin, and seemed to be about the same height as her sister, but much thinner than Lian.

Xiling really couldn't remember where she had seen this style.

As if noting the half-elf's suspicious expression, the thin cloaked man lifted his hood, revealing his handsome elven face.

"Ms. Xiling!

We asked the uncle on the city wall, and he said that Ivan and the others were not there, and you were the only one still in the base.

My teacher and I are here to visit the Druid Order!"

Xiling recognized the pretty girl. She let down her guard and asked Yi Er, who was upset at being treated as an uncle, to open the city gate while saying:

"Welcome, Frey Starsong.

Has your teacher recovered yet?"

"Oh? You must have misunderstood, little half-elf..."

The tall, thin figure next to him said as he lifted his hood.

"I am Fulei's new teacher, responsible for teaching divine arts..."

Il, who had not yet stepped down from the city wall, was so frightened that his legs slipped and he almost sat down directly from the city wall.

"Skeleton! This is an undead skeleton!"

……

After resting for a whole night, Alvin followed Tietou and his team's caravan back to the druid base.

The daily chatter of the talkative Tietou and Lian added a lot of vitality to the entire convoy, making the orc laborers who were pulling the flatbed carts feel that the thick snow was not so difficult to walk on.

As soon as the convoy entered the gate of the base, Senna ran over and said to Lian while panting:

“Leanne! Leanne!

Two undead came into the station, one of them is short and very pretty..."

When the little girl heard this, she excitedly dropped the iron head and ran to the center of the camp.

"Sister Frey! You finally came to play with me!"

Alvin looked at the little girl running around, his mind was in a mess.

As expected, the gods of this place like to run around everywhere...

There are two undead ghosts. The beautiful one is naturally Frey Starge, and the ugly one is that someone... Anyway, it's an old monster whose name is unknown.

Walking into the Oak Hall, sure enough, he saw that guy sitting opposite Xiling, looking very calm, which made Alvin very unhappy.

"Hey, old skeleton! Didn't you go to find your way?

Are you coming to visit us?"

Tietou, who was following behind, saw the skeleton holding a cup in a very serious manner without caring about his image, and he almost hit his tongue by mistake.

"Little human, your mouth really shouldn't be on your body.

I am Rillifane, the elven god of nature, after all. Please give me some respect."

"Okay, God.

Are you drinking tea? Can you taste the flavor?

How about I give you some maintenance oil to moisturize your bones?"

On the other side of the hall, hearing the skeleton claiming to be a certain god of the elves, Tietou found a chair and thought it would be better for him to sit still.