The God's Games

The Royal City of Orinthia was already busy enough, and the arrival of these envoys made the city even more crowded every day.

Many well-informed merchants also gathered in the city, eager to get firsthand news and take advantage of the situation.

Although Master PungPong and his group were at a disadvantage last time when they dealt with the Envoy from The Freehold of Veranil, more and more followers have since joined the Church of Light, and their fried chicken is selling really well.

Their shop has almost become the most popular fried chicken place in the Royal City of Orinthia.

It could be said that they have discovered a new way to play, making many players interested in doing business in the game.

They know a lot of things that don't exist on the world of eorera but are available in real life.

Surely, the people of the world of eorera would love these things.

For a while, many players were inspired to become casual players and do business, making those who still hadn't gotten a spot in the closed beta test very envious.

There's no denying that watching the players and the Church of Light become more and more popular made Hanjun very happy.

However, the ongoing meetings between the countries seemed to give him a bad feeling.

Before Hanjun had a chance to see what was happening, the players came to him.

"Hanjun, that envoy from Freehold of Veranil is causing trouble again. Should we teach them a lesson?"

That's right.

The envoy from that country kept causing trouble for the Church of Light, almost like their daily task was to harass the Church, and every time they came, they would bother the followers of the Church of Light.

What they were saying was so annoying that the players couldn't stand it anymore.

They went to find Thordan, but Thordan was completely focused on talking with the followers and clearly didn't want to deal with them, telling them not to worry about it.

But how could they just let it go?

So, they went to Hanjun.

As long as Hanjun said the word, they would definitely beat the Freehold of Veranil's envoy until they cried!

Hanjun smiled and asked, "Do you really want to beat them up that badly?"

The players nodded their heads like crazy.

However, Hanjun said, "Not yet, for now."

The players were confused, but one of their friends tugged on his sleeve and whispered, "Don't rush."

The friend asked, "Then when can we?"

Hanjun thought for a moment and said, "Probably when they don't dare to offend the Church of Light anymore. That's when it'll be fun to beat them up."

The players' eyes lit up.

So, Hanjun meant that now wasn't the right time because he wanted to wait for the perfect moment?

Since Hanjun had said so, they imagined the scene he described and felt thrilled.

It seemed like only Hanjun could come up with such a great plan.

After getting Hanjun's approval, the players no longer felt so frustrated.

From then on, whenever they saw the members of the Freehold of Veranil's envoy, they would stare at them with piercing eyes, remembering everything they did, waiting to take revenge later.

Because of this behavior, the Freehold of Veranil's envoy felt uncomfortable and started to think that there was something wrong with the people from the Church of Light.

Eventually, they were too afraid to come back to the Church.

The players didn't expect that such a simple action would actually make the Freehold of Veranil's envoy too scared to return.

Seeing how easily frightened they were, the players secretly laughed at them.

As days passed, King Varis finally announced the convening of the negotiation meeting and personally invited Hanjun and a few brave heroes to attend as representatives of the Church of Light at the royal palace.

Hanjun had been waiting for this for a long time, and it had finally come.

It was no surprise to him that Duke Dzemael and Duke Haillenarte would use this event to try something, probably by using the envoys from other countries to make trouble for the Church of Light.

Despite this, Hanjun walked confidently into the royal conference room with a group of strong men.

By then, many envoys from different countries were already seated.

When Hanjun and his group appeared, the room instantly fell silent, and soon whispers about him filled the air.

Whatever they had been discussing at first was no longer important.

Now, all eyes were on Hanjun.

Hanjun was the Holy Son of the Church of Light, and it could be said that his words inspired King Varis to hold this negotiation meeting.

From the information they had gathered, Hanjun was a crucial force in their fight against the demon race.

However, they still didn't know what exactly was happening in the Church of Light or why the God of Light had suddenly appeared.

From his appearance, Hanjun indeed looked quite good, but he was only fifteen years old.

Could he really bring victory to humanity?

No one could be sure about this, and no one dared to guarantee it.

Amid the whispers, Hanjun took his seat.

From his position, he could look down at everyone seated below.

As the murmurs continued, the noise grew from a soft buzz like mosquitoes to the loud hum of a beehive, making the whole discussion seem boring and uninteresting.

Some of the players behind Hanjun found empty seats to sit in, while others leaned against the walls.

Their presence symbolized Hanjun's great strength.

At least, none of the other countries' envoys were allowed to bring their guards into the meeting room.

Finally, when all the countries had gathered, Hanjun raised his eyes and happened to see the position of the Freehold of Veranil envoy.

Unfortunately, the people from the Freehold of Veranil envoy didn't dare to look at him; they kept their eyes fixed on the other side, where King Varis was preparing to enter.