"How is the matter going?" Duan Minghui, wearing Beatrice's boyfriend's loose nightgown, sat up on the sofa casually, holding the red wine found in the cabinet in his hand, and asked Beatrice who had just entered the door.

"Uh, my lord?" Beatres asked uncertainly.

"You can also call me William or Duan in non-working places." Duan Minghui said casually.

"But - you - my Lord, can you tell me what attitude I should treat you in this situation?" Beatrice said at a loss.

"It's good to treat it as a friend. And I just said, you can call me William or Duan." Duan Minghui pointed to another glass of served red wine on the table, which flew out of thin air and landed steadily in front of Beatres.

"Thank you, I think I need some wine." Beatrice said thank you, grabbed the wine glass and poured it down.

"My Lord—"

"Call me William or Duan, yes, it's better Duan." Duan Minghui interrupted her.

"Well, Duan, will we all do this in the future? I mean in church, you are my high Lord, God, in private, do we get along with each other in the form of friends?" Beatres asked uncertainly.

"What, isn't it possible?" Duan Minghui said.

"I don't know, this has a bit of a big impact on me." Beatrice said calmly with the wine glass in his hand.

"Okay, then let's talk about work. What will happen to the purification mutual aid you organized? Did the girl I introduced to instantly keep?" Duan Minghui put down his wine glass, put his posture and said seriously.

Beatrice was much more comfortable and spoke smoothly: "I'm sorry, I might have done it badly. Although that girl, under my persuasion, reluctantly agreed to come to another party, I could see that she was not very interested in our mutual aid club with a strong religious atmosphere."

"You moved the church sermon to the mutual aid meeting?" Duan Minghui frowned and asked.

"I'm sorry, my lord, I'm used to preaching. So..." Beatrice apologized in fear, and even wanted to kneel down involuntarily. However, a strong force held her downward body, making her unable to kneel down no matter how hard she was.

"You are the saint of our Shennong religion. You must set an example to uphold the teachings of our teachings. The first of our teachings is not to kneel down. Have you forgotten?" Duan Minghui said sternly.

"I'm sorry, my lord--" Beculius became more and more frightened, and he didn't even shout "Duan" and called him "My lord".

"Forget it, I originally wanted to be friends with you. But it seems that I was a little impatient." Duan Minghui waved his hand and said, "Don't worry about the mutual aid club anymore. I will ask someone else to host it. Also, I'm sorry, I've worn your boyfriend's pajamas."

After he finished speaking, his body became weak and disappeared.

"But, my lord, I still have something to report!" Beatrice said hurriedly.

"Let's talk about business work tomorrow at work." Duan Minghui's figure did not appear again, but his voice floated in the air in the room.

"What kind of god do I believe in—" After confirming that the other party had left, Beatrice sat on the sofa and said in her mouth, unconsciously grabbed the half-full wine glass placed on the table in front of the sofa and took a sip. Then she realized that this was the wine glass that her god had just used.

A strange feeling surged into her heart.

"Leave my house! You, a rich white girl who thinks you are arrogant and can give alms to us!"

Duan Minghui found Camilla and was just kicked out of the door by an angry fat black-skinned woman.

"But I just want to help your children continue to go to middle school-" Camilla defended in vain. The response to her was a rapid barking of dogs.

She turned around and ran away.

A tall dog rushed out of the room, crossed the yard, and was pulled by the chains tightened around her when she almost bit her.

The frightened Camilla leaned on the tree by the roadside and gasped.

"Maybe Sophia is right. I really shouldn't come to this Mexican community that almost killed me." She said in her heart, "But I'm a little unwilling to give up my philosophy like this! Damn, who can tell me what to do now?"

"Maybe I can answer your question." A voice suddenly rang in her chest.

"Father?" She immediately recognized the voice, which was the sound that guided her into the church of alien gods before.

"Father?ok, you can call me that too. I heard your doubts, so I will send you a new task that can satisfy your desire to help others, without having to face the current misunderstanding and grievanced situation." The voice said.

"What is that?" she asked.

"Mutual Aid Association, how about those who are addicted to alcohol, drugs, unhealthy living habits or hobbies? " asked the Father's voice.

"Of course, I'm happy to help people! And this is the first task you gave me, I promise to complete the task!" Camilla said happily.

I stood at the door of the Mutual Aid Club house, not sure whether to push the door or not.

The so-called mutual aid exchange meeting last time gave her a bad feeling. Everyone was discussing how a god named Shennong saved their lives, purified her soul, and reborn. She is a disbelief and doesn't like this brainwashing religious preaching.

However, the female host was very enthusiastic and tried her best to invite her to attend another exchange meeting. She refused, so she had to reluctantly agree.

"Forget it, since I agree, let's endure it again. At least the free desserts here are pretty good, and there are quite a few girls who attended the meeting who are good-looking--uh, I don't seem to think about these things. After all, I'm here to purify my own **." Shun thought so, pushing open the door.

For a moment, she suspected that she had come to the wrong place. The layout was still the kind of warm friends' salon and party-like arrangement, soft sofa, soft carpet, soft lighting, and delicious free desserts. But almost everyone changed it all.

Fortunately, she finally saw an "acquaintance", one of the beautiful girls she noticed at the last meeting.

"Hey, hello, that, do you still remember me? Our location was not far from the last exchange meeting." Shun walked to the girl and asked.

"Of course, it's hard not to impress a girl like you." The girl, oh, or woman, replied meaningfully.

Then she immediately apologized: "Oh, sorry, I shouldn't have done this. But I couldn't help but want to give up every attractive girl, and women came here."

"Oh, it's okay. I came here roughly because of this reason." Shun shrugged.

"Oh, then we should probably sit together for a while, uh, or not." said ambiguously, a mature and feminine woman.

"Maybe we should be like that. Well, I originally wanted to ask why the people who attended the meeting this time seemed to be most disagreeing with the last time?" Shun finally remembered the purpose of his initial chat and asked.

"Oh, it's my second time participating in this mutual aid meeting. I don't know what the specific situation is. But I'm very happy that most of the people who attended the meeting have changed. To be honest, I didn't like the last religious preaching meeting." The woman said.

"Really? That's a coincidence, so do I. I was hesitating whether to come in before pushing the door." Shun said.

"Luckily you're in. Oh, by the way, Christine." Christine stretched out her hand.

"Shun." Shun also stretched out his hand.
Chapter completed!