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While smoking, Frank opened a betel nut for each of them. They chewed the betel nut and smoked, taking a sip of wine from time to time. The mood of the five people gradually became high. Soon they swept away all the wine, snacks, cigarettes and betel nuts on the table.

Seeing that the wine could no longer be poured out, the Orc King came directly to Frank.

"Archbishop Frank, do you have any more of this? I'd like some more."

The dwarf king, who was chewing betel nut, looked at the empty betel nut bag in front of him and said:

"How come this thing is finished so quickly?"

Even the usually elegant Elf King frowned when he found that he could not take out a cigarette from the cigarette box in his hand.

When he couldn't find any, he could only pick up a slightly longer cigarette butt from the table and light it up for himself.

Gandalf, dressed in a white robe, was now arm in arm with the Pope of Light Michael, each holding a beer bottle in his hand and pouring out his grievances.

"It's better for you to be the Pope. Everyone under you listens to you. Unlike me, even though I have the title of Supreme Mage, I can't even control any of the great mages under my command."

"That's just on the surface. Do you think those red-robed archbishops under me truly listen to me? They're all hoping I'll hurry to the God Realm and become Pope myself. Besides managing those guys, I also have to find a way to spread faith in the God of Light. This year's follower mission hasn't been met. There are only so many people in the Bright Continent, and hundreds of gods are looking to recruit followers. Where can I find so many followers?"

"You think you're the only one with quota tasks? I have them too. Sometimes I even think how nice it would be to be a wild mage."

"Those gods are nothing. They can kill us with just a single word. They don't consider us, the people below, at all."

"Hush, keep your voice down. How can you, the Pope of the Church of Light, utter such blasphemous words?"

"It's okay, she can't hear me."

"Doesn't your God of Light often send down oracles?"

"There are oracles, but most of them are made up by me. Those gods are very busy in the divine realm, so how can they have the time to watch down there every day? When she watches, she is the God of Light. When she doesn't watch, I am the God of Light. Anyway, everyone does this. If you don't believe me, ask the Elf King or the Dwarf King."

It was obvious that Michelle was a little drunk and was saying whatever she wanted.

Cardinal Frank standing by didn't know whether to listen or not. In the end, he chose to silently take out his mobile phone and turn on the video recording function.

More than half an hour passed like this, and Michelle and the other four gradually returned to normal. Judging from the expressions on their faces, they seemed to be still a little reluctant to leave.

"Archbishop Frank, where did these things come from? They don't look like they're from the Magic Empire, and I've never seen the words on them before."

Michelle, holding a beer bottle, pointed at the words "Tianyuan Continent" on the bottle.

"These are definitely not things from the Magic Empire. They were all bought from mobile phones." Cardinal Frank answered truthfully.

"Bought it on the mobile phone? How did you buy it?" Michelle and the other four became interested at the same time.

"Like this, open Bingxixi, register your own account, then you will see all kinds of products on it, click to buy, and then take out the magic crystal to buy it directly." In front of several people, Frank did the operation and successfully bought a pack of cigarettes.

Seeing such a magical scene, the eyes of the five people in the big tent suddenly lit up.

"Quick, Archbishop Frank, teach me."

"Good, Your Holiness."

As he spoke, Frank taught several people how to shop online.