my virtual kingdom

Chapter 6 God!Help!
As soon as Zheng Dong put down the barbell, Coach Qin walked into the martial arts gym.

He saw Qin Wushuang, walked over in two or three steps, and said, "Coach Qin, are you looking for me?"

Qin Wushuang nodded: "Come with me."

Zheng Dong followed behind him, and the two came to Qin Wushuang's office.

Qin Wushuang put down his backpack and said, "Xiaodong, you have been working in our martial arts hall for several years, right?"

Zheng Dong secretly said, here we come.

"Yes, it's been almost three years. I've been working here part-time since college."

Coach Qin nodded: "What do you think of our martial arts school?"

"It's good, the working hours are free, and the salary is not low." Zheng Dong said honestly, he basically guessed what Coach Qin would say next, and there was no need to hide it.

"I think it's not suitable for you to be a sparring partner now."

Sure enough, Zheng Dong sighed, but it wasn't too depressing. Before Zheng Dong got the book of truth, he would probably feel uncomfortable for a while, but now, he adjusted his mentality in just a moment.

However, Coach Qin's next words caught him off guard.

"Have you thought about coming to us as a coach?"

Qin Wushuang raised his head and looked at Zheng Dong.

"Being a coach?" Zheng Dong was stunned. What can he teach as a coach?He didn't dare to teach body training. Could it be possible to teach students to stand on horseback?
Just when Zheng Dong was about to refuse, a rush of information came into Zheng Dong's mind.

"God! Help!"

It was his only believer in another world, Allen, who called for help.

Hearing this call for help, Zheng Dong's face changed, and he said quickly: "Coach, I have something urgent, I want to ask for leave first."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Coach Qin to reply, he left the office quickly.

After leaving the martial arts hall, Zheng Dong came to the seventh floor of the building, where there is a hotel, and now he has no time to rush back to the rental house.

"A single room."

"Sir, we have three hundred, five hundred and..."

"Three hundred, please hurry up!"

Zheng Dong's tone was anxious.

The front desk of the hotel was a little murmured, but he quickly checked in for Zheng Dong.

Zheng Dong walked into the room with his room card, and just as he closed the door, he quickly lay down on the bed.

Soon, his consciousness was the same as before, and he quickly passed through a black passage.

As the scene in front of him gradually became clear, Zheng Dong finally saw Alan's situation at the moment.

He was tied to a stake, with firewood piled under his feet, and next to him were two natives holding wooden spears, wearing grass skirts, and with feathers on their heads.

One of the aborigines held a black porcelain bowl filled with milky white juice and kept pouring it into Alan's mouth.

After drinking the milky white juice, Allen's spirit instantly became sluggish. It seems that they fed him this kind of thing before.

Zheng Dong looked around for a week.

Allen was tied next to an altar. On the altar, an elderly native with more feathers on his head was chanting words and kept worshiping to a totem pole.

Under the altar, all the young and old in the indigenous tribes knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

Although Zheng Dong didn't know what kind of gods the natives were worshiping, he knew that his believers would soon be roasted by these natives.

Sure enough, things went as Zheng Dong thought, a native holding a torch walked towards Allen.

Allen wanted to struggle, but found that he couldn't use any strength.

"Burn him! Burn the devil!"

The natives in the audience were very emotional, looking at Allen as if they were looking at a heinous devil.

"It's the ancient Byron language!" Allen was startled when he heard the shouts from the audience.

When he was studying at the Kingdom Knight Academy, he had taken the History of Magic Empire as an elective, and the ancient Byron language was the lingua franca of that era.

Old Byron?

Sensing Alan's thoughts, Zheng Dong muttered, although he had checked Alan's memory, the focus was on finding the skills to become a knight, as for the others, he hadn't had time to read them yet.

But now is not the time to think about this, his believers will be burned to death soon, but he has nothing to do.

"Burn him!"

"Devil! Burn him!"

"Burn him!"

Under the altar, the emotions of the natives became more and more frenzied, so that Zheng Dong suspected that this kid Alan would not really do something outrageous.

But no matter what, Allen can't die now.

Thinking of this, Zheng Dong shouted: "Stop!"

Following Zheng Dong's loud shout, everyone in the audience fell silent, and the natives on the altar were so excited that their hands trembled, and they kept shouting: "God! It's God!"

"It's a god! The great god has manifested, burn him! Burn him!"

Zheng Dong was speechless.

"Stop, my believers, he is not the devil, but the messenger who leads you out of the darkness."

Zheng Dong doesn't know what conflict they have, anyway, it's over if they fool around, and if they can't fool you, there's nothing they can do.

Sure enough, after hearing these words that sounded in their minds, the emotions of the natives gradually eased.

"Not the devil?"

"A messenger sent by God."

"We want to burn the messenger of the death god, will it offend the gods?!"

"It's over, our tribe is over."

The aborigines just eased up, and then began to collapse again, but fortunately, no one shouted to burn Alan to death now, no accident, his life was saved.

On the altar, the elderly native had tears in his eyes and kowtowed: "Great God, we have no intention of offending you, please calm down!"

After finishing speaking, he grabbed the ground with his head and knocked hard. Within a moment, his forehead was covered with blood.

"Get up, kids, it's not your fault."

Zheng Dong's gentle voice sounded in the mind of the elderly native, and Zheng Dong's words seemed to possess magic, instantly stopping the kowtow of the old native.

"Great God, don't you blame us?"

"You didn't hurt my messenger, why should you blame you?"

Zheng Dong selectively ignores the half-dead condition of Alan being fed by them. After all, these natives can all develop into believers.

These natives are obviously much easier to fool than elite-educated noble knights like Allen.

(End of this chapter)