Logically speaking, it's not a full moon now, and Abraham, who isn't yet a superhuman, shouldn't be able to hear Mr. Door's voice.
But Wei Gao is different. He has a main body far outside the barrier as a "broadcast antenna," which can transmit in real time the babbling of Mr. Men under pollution from the starry sky.
Don't save me, don't save me, don't save me !
The higher-dimensional observer heard Mr. Door roar like that. He shifted his enormous body, making many outer gods somewhat nervous about what this unpredictable fellow was up to. But he simply changed direction, floating above Mr. Door's head and quietly looking down at Mr. Door, who refused to return to Earth under the control of the fallen Mother Goddess.
Pathetic, pitiful, and admirable, the higher-dimensional observer thought. If Mr. Door hadn't voluntarily been sealed in some lost darkness, Earth might not have even lived to see the end of the world before being completely destroyed, and the war between the gods on Earth His favorite drama would have soon come to a grand and dramatic end.
"Breaking News! Breaking News! Major burglary in Tingen! Two people have been killed, and the serial killer is still at large !"
The child's voice was loud and clear, giving off a sense of vitality. The sound came from afar, and a newsboy jogged past pedestrians.
His eyes darted around, almost greedily observing the expressions of everyone around him. He would approach any passerby who showed interest and try to sell his wares.
He was about to continue running forward when he saw Wei Gao, dressed in a smart suit, standing at the entrance of the alley with a slightly curious expression. He immediately slammed on the brakes and stopped at the edge of the alley, then jogged over to Wei Gao.
"Sir! Would you like a newspaper? One newspaper costs two pence, two newspapers only cost three pence!"
Excellent observation skills, and his salesmanship is also very professional. I can even see a microcosm of his childhood in this child: suffering, yet living actively, reflecting the plight of the world's poor... Compared to those unchanging workers, his life is quite interesting.
Wei Gao, employing the condescending habit typical of a bored Outer God, subconsciously appraised the child's dramatic life in his mind. However, a gentle smile befitting his gentlemanly status graced his face as he addressed the child before him:
"Of course I need it. Please give me a newspaper this kind of news is rare and definitely worth reading."
Having said that, Wei Gao took out a small and exquisite wallet from his suit pocket. He glanced at the thick wad of gold pounds inside and found two pennies. While Wei Gao was getting the money, the newsboy carefully took out a brand-new newspaper from the satchel on his back and handed it to Wei Gao with both hands: "This is your newspaper, please keep it safe."
"Are you a newsboy around here ? You must have sold quite a few newspapers today, right ?" A glint flashed in Wei Gao's eyes as he pretended to be casually mentioning it of course he could see the bulging satchel full of newspapers on the newsboy's back. It was already time for the vendors to set up their stalls, and this newsboy still had so many newspapers left unsold that he was probably going to lose money today.
Sure enough, the newsboy's face fell instantly. Although he was reluctant to talk about his job, he was afraid of offending the man who looked very rich, so he could only stammer, "Not yet... there's still a lot left, sir."
"Okay, sorry," Wei Gao said with an "apology" smile to the newsboy. He gripped his crystal-encrusted cane and tapped it on the ground. Holding his still-open wallet, he asked the newsboy:
"Do you know where the nearest Storm Church is ? I'd like to find a messenger to deliver a letter for me. A friend of mine had a letter he wanted to give to the bishop here ah, it's not convenient for me to go to Storm Church, after all, I'm a follower of the Goddess."
Wei Gao took out a letter from his pocket, which was stamped with an exquisite wax seal.
This is a lie. Wei Gao wrote the message "There is an out-of-control monster here" in the letter, intending to fabricate a scene for the Aurora Society that this mysterious person was killed by the Punisher of the Lord of Storms, while he himself was just a "traitorous Abraham" who happened to have the magic potion in his family recipe, admiring "the glory of the Lord".
Ultimately, the best way to conceal an even more sinister identity is to adopt one that isn't so sinister. The path of the High Dimensional Overlord is somewhat similar to the abilities of the "Reader" in the early stages, allowing for the possibility of further embellishing this persona with the image of a "wild Extraordinary." Perhaps, he could even join the Night Watchers as an informant for them.
In any case, the Aurora Society's messenger wouldn't ask about the truth of the Storm Church's affairs, and the Goddess of Night wouldn't descend to earth in this small place.
Having said that, he lightly tapped his chest four times to show his piety. The newsboy hesitated for a moment, then cautiously said to Wei Gao, "Actually... I can also help you deliver the mail, but I still have so many newspapers on me that I haven't sold yet..."
Wei Gao immediately saw through the newsboy's little scheme and pulled out a one-sol note from his wallet. The newsboy's eyes lit up when he saw the note, and he wanted to take it directly, but Wei Gao gently blocked the newsboy's body with his cane, calming him down.
"This can certainly be your reward, but you must deliver this letter to Storm Cathedral properly. Also, I need to go to the'Southern Continent Trading Company' here. Find me a carriage to go there. Making money isn't as easy as you think, child."
The newsboy was undoubtedly a very astute boy. He knew that he could not possibly earn a sole just by delivering mail when his father was still alive, he could only earn two soles a day even if he worked himself to the bone at the docks.
The newsboy took a deep breath, humbly bowed, and accepted the letter with both hands: "You are a very generous gentleman. I will certainly deliver the letter for you. I will be back in just five minutes no, three minutes and I will find you a carriage immediately."
"Very good, I hope your credibility will convince me. If things go well, the money is yours." Wei Gao handed the letter to the newsboy and watched him run wildly down the street into the distance.
He watched quietly as the child ran for his life for a sulle, seemingly out of pity for the child after all, for the slightly wealthier, a sulle was merely a piece of cake after a meal or a piece of meat on the table, but for the poor here, it was equivalent to several days' worth of food, or even their own or their family's lives.
"What a farce ! Adam really thinks he's God ?" The higher-dimensional observer sneered, cutting off his own avatar's train of thought. The script written by that most brilliant author was so twisted, yet he still wanted to hide behind the scenes and watch everything unfold according to his will. Compared to becoming that ancient sun god, the higher-dimensional observer felt Adam was more suited to be "God."
The higher-dimensional observer found that He disliked Adam even more; that guy was too much like God.
In His opinion, the most fun thing in the starry sky is the Super Star Ruler, who carefully "waters" the planets he nurtures every day; the Celestial Venerable is still quite interesting, after all, the higher-dimensional observer likes to hide behind the curtain and watch His wonderful puppet show, although the beating really hurts; the most boring thing is God, whose pasture has never changed since the beginning.
Less than three minutes later, the newsboy returned, panting heavily. He quickly led Wei Gao, who was standing by the street, into a carriage, only then wiping the sweat from his brow. Wei Gao nodded with satisfaction and handed the newsboy the banknotes in his hand.
The newsboy immediately beamed with joy: "Thank you ! You are such a generous gentleman."
"To the Southern Continent Trading Company." Wei Gao casually dismissed the newsboy and said to the coachman indifferently.
Although these carriages were several times more expensive than public carriages, they were more presentable overall, at least without any obvious stains and were more aesthetically pleasing. Wei Gao certainly didn't want to experience the dramatic situation of being turned away by the Southern Continent Trading Company because his carriage was too dilapidated.
Anyway, the original Abraham was quite wealthy, even owning a small factory in Backlund. After Wei Gao inherited his body, he naturally transferred his identity from the higher dimension, so anyone who saw Wei Gao would think it was the original Abraham.
Stepping down from the carriage, Wei Gao gripped his cane and walked forward. Behind the gate of the Southern Continent Trading Company, a staff member sat behind a table, speaking to a slightly balding man. It was still early, so there weren't many people there yet. The gate creaked open, immediately attracting the attention of two people in the hall.
"I have a business deal I'd like to entrust to your company but it seems I'm a bit early; there doesn't seem to be anyone here ?" Wei Gao tapped the ground with his cane, casually making a small joke to ease the tension. The two staff members exchanged glances, and the slightly balding man stepped forward and extended his right hand to Wei Gao:
"Our company always has staff on duty, but it's not yet time for our manager in charge of business negotiations to start work if you don't mind, you can sit down and have a cup of tea while we wait. I can answer your questions within my authority. My name is Benson Moretti, may I ask how you are ?"
"Wei Gao Abraham." Wei Gao extended his hand and shook hands with Benson in a friendly manner. The two walked to the sofa and sat down. Benson thoughtfully had the staff bring two cups of freshly brewed hot tea and placed them on the wooden table between them.
"First of all, Mr. Abraham, we are very grateful for your trust in our Southern Continent Trading Company. May we ask what business you wish to conduct here, or what kind of cooperation you would like to have with our company ?"
Benson, adhering to the principle that every additional client equals more revenue, was trying his best to retain the well-dressed gentleman in front of him—his younger brother Klein was about to go for a job interview, and as the older brother, he also wanted to ensure that Klein could concentrate on his studies.