Mecha Star Wars.

City Lord's Mansion.

Tall stone pillars support the ceiling, and the layers of gorgeous draperies are within sight.

Under the stone pillars, there were metal vertical multi-head oil lamps on both sides. It was not dark yet, and there was no open flame, but the golden reflection could not be concealed.

There is a large carpet with intricate patterns under your feet. It feels soft and springy when you step on it.

At the end of the center of the lobby is a raised main seat. The brick side of the main seat platform is also carved. The long low table is also golden in color and inlaid with gems.

Behind the main seat, there is a whole stone wall with carvings. Although I can’t understand what it expresses specifically, the size and fine craftsmanship of the carvings are enough to make people amazed.

Lin Fan's impression of the stone chamber still remained in the caves of Qian Lao and Yin Ze. These two were considered top bosses, but the place they lived in for a long time was so simple that there was not even a trace of life.

Then there is Fernan’s official residence. Although it is large and neat, it does not have many decorations, perhaps because of the size of the town, Fernan’s financial resources, or because it is a temporary residence.

Before entering the City Lord's Mansion, she had never thought that a cold stone building could be decorated in such a magnificent style. Now that she suddenly saw it, she felt that she was really ignorant.

This kind of extremely luxurious decoration, if not the City Lord's Mansion, considering the low productivity they have witnessed recently, she thinks it is reasonable to call it the Emperor's Palace.

Since they entered the city, the buildings and people's livelihood they saw were not as magnificent as the City Lord's Palace, but they were much more orderly and prosperous than the town where Fenan lived.

Although there is a gap in size and economy between towns and cities, the gap in Os City feels like it is no longer a gap in the same era, but a gap in development spanning dozens or even hundreds of years, and is completely on a different level.

They came suddenly, but the streets were clean and the people were orderly. Although their clothes were not as exquisite as Lin Fan's, they were also clean and tidy, and their overall mental outlook was good.

Knowing that the gods' chariot had arrived, they knelt quietly and orderly by the roadside, extremely respectful, with smiles on everyone's faces, which formed a sharp contrast with the misery and noise of the farmers outside the city.

So, what Hafiz said before that he was a good city lord was not all lies.

Looking at the magnificent city lord's palace, the wealth of Aus City needs no further explanation. It is not surprising that Hafiz would use the seemingly precious salt to destroy the fields from the perspective of money.

But why?

Hafiz bent his waist all the way and led everyone to the main seat step by step.

The main seat has a very wide platform and the low table is not small either.

Everyone tacitly let Yin Ze sit in the middle, and Lin Fan and Lu Xinyuan sat on his left and right, like servants.

Antonio sat on the platform in front of Lin Fan, while Merlinil leaned against the nearest stone pillar on Lu Xinyuan's side with his sword in his arms. Both of them had European and American physiques, and were obviously stronger than ordinary people. They were obviously guards.

Hafiz determined the relationship between the few people at a glance, clapped his hands twice, and the maids outside came in one after another, bringing plate after plate of delicious food.

The cups, plates, and bowls are all golden in color, even the tray is golden, and if you look closely you can see patterns.

The servants immediately filled the low table.

When Lin Fan thought they were leaving, several servants knelt at Antonio and Merlinil's feet, bowed their heads, and raised the trays above their heads, turning them into "man-stands" in the true sense, so that those who were not at the table could take the food more easily.

Lin Fan was stunned when he saw it for the first time.

From a guest's perspective, Hafiz really took care of everyone's needs, but...

She suddenly understood those protagonists in novels who traveled back to ancient times and couldn't bear to see people kneeling. She felt... indescribable.

Not only her, Antonio and Merlinil were also uncomfortable. Although Lu Yuhao was a young master of Lincheng and his class status was much higher than that of ordinary people, he had never seen such a scene.

Several people felt uncomfortable, but they all hid their emotions tacitly.

In Fenan's narration, the gods should be high and mighty, at least they would not show mercy just because of this level.

Moreover, although the servants seemed to be working hard, they were not being mistreated. Perhaps the servants here were always like this.

He could have said that he was meddling in the farmers' affairs because they happened to be causing trouble right before his eyes, but if he rashly showed sympathy even to the servants... Hafiz didn't look stupid, so there was no reason for him to expose his true identity and get himself into trouble.

Yunze had no psychological burden at all, but he had been with Lin Fan for a long time and probably knew this girl's personality. He said coldly: "Everyone who is not related should leave. It may not be a good scene later."

Hafiz thought the gods were considering his face and was happy. Just as he was about to say that he didn't need to care about these servants, he saw the leading god put his hands on his hood, as if he was going to take off his hat, but he hesitated to move.

He was startled and immediately dismissed all his servants, asking them to stay as far away as possible.

For a moment, Lin Fan and four others were the only ones left in the empty hall, as well as Hafiz and the bewildered old man standing there.

When the last person disappeared, Yinze also took off his hood, revealing his Taoist face and the aura of a superior that he deliberately exuded.

Yin Ze had never doubted the identities of these people.

In this world, where would there be someone who pretends to be a god?

Even if he had the guts, he didn't have the necessary hardware! Appearance, temperament, skills, which one of these could ordinary people easily cultivate? Even if he was as rich as he was, wouldn't he be instantly superior to the gods?

Now when he saw Yin Ze's face, he knelt down and worshiped, shouting "True God is above", and the old farmer next to him did the same.

Such a person is not a god? How is it possible?!

Although the four young men don’t seem to be that fierce yet, considering their previous statements, they are either in a master-servant relationship, or the elders are leading the younger generation through the world to gain experience…

Hafiz decided to put all his heart and soul into trying to connect this thread.

In fact, according to their definition of the gods, Lin Fan and the other four can indeed be considered gods, and they are not completely deceiving them. It’s just that they are not the native gods where they were born and raised.

The two of them bowed down in worship, and Yun Ze did not stop.

Several people fully felt that in terms of attitude towards the gods, Hafiz, the lord of a city, was no different from a desperate farmer.

After a long chant, both of them fell silent. After a long while, Yinze spoke slowly.

"Okay, tell me what's going on."

Perhaps it was because the room was too wide and tall, but when Yingze spoke in the main seat, there was an echo, which made his God filter sound even stronger.

Hafiz could no longer remember that this was an effect he had deliberately created. He crawled forward a few steps with admiration, and when he looked into Yingze's eyes, he subconsciously lowered his head and answered respectfully.

"Sir, this matter is indeed irrefutable. Hafiz is willing to pay compensation."

It was somewhat unexpected that Hafiz admitted his mistake so readily, but considering his previous behavior, it was not surprising.

The old man didn't expect it to be so simple. He had been preparing arguments with Hafiz all along the way, but all of them fell through...

That's right! This is in front of the gods, no one dares to speak nonsense.

The old man received the compensation reply, and his heart was filled with surprise and long-standing grievances. He was so excited that his body was shaking, and he suppressed his tears. He just kept repeating in his heart: Thank you, the gods! Thank you for the protection of the true God!

Hafiz readily explained the compensation money and new farmland, which was so appropriate that the old man could not find any fault with it. He just knelt down to thank the gods for their grace.

Such a huge dispute was solved just like a piece of cake. Lin Fan and the others didn't even put any pressure on him, it was just a word from Yin Ze...

Has the prestige of the gods reached this point?

Antonio was happy to see the trouble solved. He picked up the wine jug beside him, poured himself a glass, and drank: "Then why did you want to mess with them? You are the lord of Os City, you don't have to do that!"

The old man also stared at Hafiz. They couldn't understand why they were just farming and suddenly offended the lord of a city whom they had never even met.

Hafiz walked a few steps on his knees, holding up the wine jug to help Antonio pour wine, and sighed, feeling very aggrieved: "Who said it wasn't true? I was forced to do it!"

I must have gone crazy with typing.

In the morning, when I was half asleep, I thought of a plot and felt that I had written it before, but in fact, I had not written it. When I woke up, I had forgotten all the plot.

Another nap at noon...

Am I committed? Will qualitative change lead to quantitative change? Will the articles come out so fast?

Hahaha, it's a beautiful idea. But I still have to type it word by word.