Vivian and Conrad on the opera stage feel like they are in a dream.

Only Mark stood on the podium, smiled back at the gods, and bowed to all parties.

"What a wonderful opera! Did you arrange and arrange the music?" The voice of the muse crossed the void and fell into Mark's ears.

The man looked like a dog, and his face turned red: "That's right. I got inspiration from many places."

Alas! Who among the time-travelers is not a copycat?

"I understand, in order to fit the identity of the Night Cultist and the Son of the Storm, you have to make adjustments on the spot. This is why your musical talent is even more precious! How about it? Do you want to become the dependent of my muse?"

The muse did not hesitate to appreciate her. Just these words made the attendants around her want to jump into the river.

The number of mortal souls that can be accommodated in the kingdom of God is limited. Being favored by a god means that as long as the soul of a mortal is not seriously missing or contaminated when he dies, he will ascend to the god's kingdom and become a god.

make.

You know, contemporary high priests may not receive such treatment.

The olive branch of the Muse is not unscented.

Unfortunately, Mark decisively refused: "What I believe in is [knowledge]!"

He didn't expect that his entanglement with the gods had just begun.

In a blink of an eye, two groups of light and shadow, one gold and one black, appeared in front of him. Before he could react, the two groups of light had already imprinted on his chest.

His destiny dice told him:

【You have received the favor of the goddess of the night.】

[You have gained the disgust of the goddess of light.]

Two voices with the same voice and completely opposite intonations sounded in Mark's left and right ears at the same time:

"I like your phrase 'To the whimpering and roaring in the dark night'!"

“I hate your saying ‘Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes’!”

The two voices finished speaking at the same time, and the goddess of the night added: "If you have something to do, go to the Church of the Night. My believers will protect you to the death."

This time the goddess of light did not object, she just gave one word to express her attitude: "Humph!"

Ah this...

Mark couldn't hold himself any longer.

I suddenly had a feeling and ended up staying up late...I won't write so late next time.
Chapter completed!