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Friday morning, Backlund, factory district, 16 Howells Avenue.
Upton looked at the sky, which seed to be covered with dark clouds. It would take until after nine o'clock for the sunlight to break through the mist and let the people of Backlund know that today was actually a sunny day.
He missed the beaches of Conant City a little. There, he could see the sky no matter when he looked up, and even the starry sky at night.
Thinking, Upton entered the yard of a warehouse.
Howells Avenue is a famous "Warehouse Avenue". Both sides of this avenue are basically all kinds of warehouses.
So goods are temporarily stored here and transported from here to the dock area on the next street, and so goods are transported from the dock area to here for temporary storage.
Upton's company is registered here. At present, his company only has two necessary clerks and a coachman. When he needs to move goods, he will hire so temporary labor.
The clerks' office is not here. Upton looked around to make sure that no one was following or noticing him. Then he opened the warehouse door and went in, and imdiately closed the door.
The warehouse was very empty, with only two water pumps.
This is also what the employees cannot understand. Theoretically, with the current business volu of the company, the best choice is to rent a warehouse with other companies, instead of renting such a large warehouse with only two water pumps.
Of course, they don't know Upton's intentions.
Upton ca to the two water pumps and began to set up the altar and build the wall of spirituality. This step took him a lot of ti, after all, the water pumps were so big that he had to wrap them all in the wall of spirituality.
When everything was ready, Upton took a deep breath and began the ritual: "The Creator of human order... Your loyal servant begs for your attention;
"Begging you to accept his offering;
"Begging you to open the door of the kingdom."
After chanting, Upton burned the spiritual materials with candlelight, and waited for the "Creator" to respond with trepidation.
The "Creator" did not keep him waiting for too long. After more than ten seconds, the tall figure sitting in the middle of the sword throne appeared.
He beca taller and more majestic.
Upton imdiately lowered his head, and couldn't help trembling. This was a suppression of status.
With a dull sound of opening the door, the two bronze giant doors appeared, opening a not small gap.
A hurricane echoed in the wall of spirituality in front of the altar. Upton, who was lowering his head, saw the two water pumps leaving the ground together. His eyes condensed. Those were steam water pumps that required more than a dozen people to lift!
Then he smiled: I'm so stupid! I actually use the strength of ordinary people to asure the power of God!
Soon, the water pumps floated out of Upton's sight. He still lowered his head deeply until he heard the dull sound of closing the door.
"Very good!" A solemn voice said from above.
Upton quickly said: "It is my honor to serve you."
The huge pressure disappeared, and Upton dared to raise his head. The two water pumps had disappeared, as if they had never existed in the warehouse.
The simple altar on the ground proved that the sacrifice just now was not a dream.
Upton wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Praise the Creator!"
He was about to make the corresponding gesture, but found that he didn't seem to know the gesture representing the "Creator".
Upton was a little panicked, feeling that he was not pious enough. He must ask the masked man about the gesture representing the "Creator" next ti he ets him.
Then he was a little excited: Listening to the "Creator"'s tone just now, it seems that he is very satisfied with my sacrifice! That is the response from God. Most Beyonders in this world have never received any reply from God in their entire lives.
While cleaning up the altar, he felt that he had made the right bet when he asked the masked man for help.
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Southern Continent, Hodis Copper Mine.
On the open ground in front of the copper mine, a simple but solemn altar was set up. In front of the altar were two huge wooden carts. Elliott was holding a leather whip and personally directing the slaves to wipe the altar for the final ti.
Zachary and several other family mbers were smoking and laughing while watching Elliott in the morning light beside the altar.
They were the first people to take over the copper mine and did not know that Elliott's sister Moira had recovered.
One of the family mbers asked: "What is he thinking? He actually said that he wanted to ask the gods to bestow two water pumps. Do the gods have water pumps?"
Everyone laughed, thinking that this was the most absurd farce in the history of the Balk family.
"It's probably because you squeezed him so hard that he didn't know what to do," Zachary laughed. "We'll accompany him in a play later. Since we can't get a response from the gods, don't ntion the water pump.
"At the sa ti, we must also appease our mine manager and say that we know that everything he has done is for the Hodis Copper Mine, but unfortunately the gods are unwilling to pay attention here."
At that ti, Elliott would have no prestige at all.
When the morning light sprinkled on the altar, Elliott drove the slaves down.
He threw away the leather whip in his hand, tidied up his clothes, and walked solemnly to the altar about one ter high, lit the candles, and drew the pattern.
Zachary and the others watched with their arms folded, waiting for Elliott to make a fool of himself.
The slaves were asked to squat in the distance of the altar, and the foren stood among them. They were all attracted by the solemnity of the mine manager and stared closely at the direction of the altar.
After the altar was set up, Elliott put the gold as a sacrifice, and took out a wooden box from his arms and opened it. In the wooden box was a section of sleeve, with so brown blood on it.
These brown blood seed to have life, constantly flowing on the sleeve. But no matter how the blood flowed, it would not flow beyond the sleeve. Even if the blood touched the wooden box, it would not leave a trace on the wooden box.
After checking the sacrifices again, Elliott began to pray: "The Creator of human order... Your loyal servant needs your help, needs two of the latest water pumps in the Kingdom of Loen, for which I am willing to offer all the sacrifices on the altar!"
After the prayer, Elliott knelt piously in front of the altar.
A family mber not far away laughed: "It's quite like it."
Zachary's expression beca serious, because he had just heard the complete honorific na of the "Creator".
A few seconds later, that tall figure appeared in Elliott's mind: "Yes!"
"Praise the Creator." Elliott began to sacrifice, chanting in a solemn voice: "The Creator of human order... Your loyal servant prays for your attention;
"I pray for you to open the door of the kingdom;
"I pray for you to grant two water pumps."
Although the sacrificial words contained "water pump", which sounded a bit ridiculous, Zachary and the others couldn't laugh anymore. They felt that the altar was connected to a mysterious kingdom, and they felt a terrifying force was coming.
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