256: Open-minded God, old friend of Laki!

Even though the entrance to the God Realm was hidden, there were always some lucky humans who stumbled into it by accident.

The God Race Warriors of Three Ring Holy City were accustomed to this sight, quickly surrounding the two and glaring fiercely.

The leading God Race Warrior quickly scanned the two, taking them for humans who had accidentally entered, and then said with a look of disdain,

“I’ll give you two choices: either stay and be a serf, or be executed on the spot.”

“The God Race never forces others; choose for yourselves! Hahaha!”

The surrounding God Race Warriors immediately burst into laughter, as if this was a very amusing matter.

Chen Beixuan and Laji exchanged glances, each frowning.

What was the difference between these two choices and being forced?

It was completely unreasonable.

Laji’s face was grim, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged.

Suppressing the irritation in his heart, he took a step forward and stated his identity.

“We are God Race members carrying out a mission outside. We are returning today, not humans.”

“Oh?”

The leading God Race Warrior put away his smile, meticulously scrutinizing the two from head to toe, and waved his hand.

“Check them!”

As his voice fell, a God Race Warrior stepped out from among the soldiers, holding a golden orb, and shot a golden light at the two.

The golden light enveloped Chen Beixuan and Laji, shimmering from head to toe in waves.

A few seconds later, the golden light retracted, with no change.

“Report, they are indeed God Race.”

Hearing that they were God Race, the leading God Race member immediately felt bored and impatiently waved his hand.

“Eh, how uninteresting, go on, go on!”

The surrounding God Race Warriors made way for the two, and Laji and Chen Beixuan stepped forward, walking towards the city.

Through the Heavenly Eye Technique, he learned that.

These God Race Warriors averaged levels between 100 and 110, not even counting as Bosses.

However, compared to the other five realms, their combat power level was indeed much higher.

Recalling the former Dusk City, which also guarded the passage between two realms, the highest-level individual was only an 80-level Boss, Gregg.

As expected, there’s no harm without comparison.

“Hey, aren’t you the Son of the God Lord? Why don’t they recognize you?” He nudged Laji with his elbow, suddenly asking.

Laji sighed, “I’m not a sightseeing monkey, and it’s normal for them not to recognize me after being away for ten years, right?”

He changed the subject, whispering a warning.

“You don’t speak the God Realm language, try to speak less. It’s not just tiring for me to switch between two languages, but it also easily draws attention. I’m not being pessimistic, but just in case…”

“Stop, stop, stop, you better stop right there, I won’t say anything else.”

Chen Beixuan didn’t want to hear him feeding the Evil Sword Immortal on the spot, so he decisively chose to shut up.

Ten years was neither long nor short, enough to change many things.

The most urgent task was to find a guide to understand the changes within the past ten years, to avoid their efforts being in vain.

And in this Three Ring Holy City, there happened to be an old friend of Laji’s.

As the two entered the city, the ordinary God Race members around them were diverse, all handsome men and beautiful women, with very few elderly individuals.

And due to their bloodline and living environment, the God Realm had no worries about food or drink, nor did they pursue money or material possessions.

Smiles, joy, and cultural customs were visible everywhere on the streets.

Artistic paintings and sculptures were ubiquitous, and fine wine stained clothes, like a paradise without worries.

But when material needs were fully satisfied, one would feel spiritual emptiness.

As they passed an alley.

Inside, two male God Race members embraced, passionately.

Chen Beixuan immediately felt a mouthful of old blood stuck in his throat, neither up nor down, and his entire body broke out in goosebumps.

And scenes similar to this were happening simultaneously in many dark corners of alleys.

Even if normal God Race members passing by saw it, they didn’t react much, seemingly long accustomed to it.

One could even say they were numb.

Laji noticed his unusual reaction and sighed, comforting him.

“I understand how you feel right now. I grew up in the Human Realm, and seeing these scenes also makes me feel uncomfortable physically and mentally.”

“But… this is daily life in the God Realm. You don’t have to understand it, but you need to respect it.”

Chen Beixuan remained noncommittal, only trying his best to control his gaze and not look.

The two walked through the streets filled with alluring scenery, stopping in front of a wooden sign at a tavern, looking up.

“This is it. I hope he’s still here.”

Laji showed a nostalgic smile, pushed the door open, and stepped inside.

Ding-a-ling!

The bell on the door chimed, and a somewhat rough voice immediately sounded!

“Welcome to the Hearthstone Tavern!”

“Come in, both of you, are you ready to get completely drunk?!”

The speaker was a burly man with brown hair, a round beer belly that almost burst his clothes, and a long, braided beard, making him very distinctive.

When Chen Beixuan saw him, he almost thought a certain game’s barrel character had also transmigrated.

It wasn’t until he heard the other party’s self-introduction that he dismissed that thought.

“Hey, do you still remember me? I’m Laji! Laji Schwor!” Laji went forward familiarly to strike up a conversation.

“Uh? Laji?”

The boss was clearly stunned, then lifted the hair covering his eyes, squinted to look closely, and immediately exclaimed,

“Laji! How did you end up like this?!”

“I…”

Laji’s next sentence was directly choked, almost unable to catch his breath.

Well, ten years ago he was still a sunny and cheerful young man, but now he had become a negative emotion production machine, an Evil Sword Immortal feeder.

The change in his demeanor was indeed a bit significant.

“...This is a long story. Let’s find a safe place to talk first.” Laji didn’t forget the important matter and immediately said.

“Alright, follow me.”

The tavern owner swung his whip-like beard, his belly jiggling as he led the two to an unoccupied private room in the back, where they each sat down.

The boss even thoughtfully prepared two glasses of wine for them.

“Uh… this is…?”

After sitting down, the boss became curious about Chen Beixuan, who was accompanying Laji.

Laji immediately introduced him.

“This is my friend, Old Man Chen, he’s… human.”

When he said ‘human,’ he hesitated slightly, but still chose to tell the truth.

There might be trouble, but he chose to trust his old friend.

“Human?”

The boss was stunned, looking incredulously at Chen Beixuan hidden beneath his hood, then burst out laughing.

“Hahaha, human is good, humans are the most interesting!”

“Since he’s Laji’s friend, then he’s my friend!”

He extended his thick hand, smiling as he introduced himself.

“Here, let’s get acquainted. My name is Sabei Schni, just call me Sabei!”

“Pfft!”

Hearing Sabei’s self-introduction, Chen Beixuan, who had just taken a sip of wine, instantly spat it out!

Good heavens!

No wonder you two are old friends, these names are just too much!

One Laji, one Sabei.

One Schwor, one Schni.

Just hearing these names, he felt that this Sabei was a reliable person.

“Cough, cough… You two aren’t brothers, are you…?” Chen Beixuan suddenly asked, a thought flashing through his mind.

Sabei also understood a bit of human language. Hearing his question, he immediately waved his hand.

“No, no, you’ve misunderstood. How could we be brothers…?”

“Oh…”

Chen Beixuan also felt his question was quite ridiculous and was about to change the subject when Sabei spoke again.

“We aren’t, our fathers are!”

Chen Beixuan: “……”

“...Let’s talk about serious matters instead…”