Returning to the farm, Glen found Gotaya and probed, "Ask the Will of the Forest if it noticed what happened to me just now."

  Gotaya didn't understand what Glen meant by this abrupt remark. Just as she was about to ask for clarification, the Will of the Forest responded in her mind.

  She had to suppress her doubts and relayed, "The Will of the Forest said it already knew. If it weren't you, who it has been paying special attention to, being involved, it wouldn't have known that guy was coming here."

  "That guy should be after you. I mean the Will of the Forest," Glen said.

  "The Will of the Forest said it's unlikely. The God of Truth should be aware of the Will's capabilities. The cost and reward aren't enough to make the other party target the Will. It must have a greater plan. Bayek is a very special place. Because of it, the Will has been able to grow so fast and become so unique. Maybe what the other party really wants is something in this town," Gotaya relayed.

  After listening to Gotaya's words, Glen nodded in agreement. "But it only sent a Will with little power to descend. It probably won't be able to cause much trouble for now."

  "For now, we can only be as careful as possible to prevent the other party from causing irreparable consequences."

  "Can't we cause it some trouble?" Glen was not willing to be on the defensive.

  Gotaya listened for a while but didn't get a reply from the Will of the Forest and just shook her head at Glen.

  "I heard that gods have believers. Should I give it a try in this aspect?" Glen's mind worked quickly and he came up with an idea.

  This time, the Will of the Forest responded. Gotaya relayed again, "Although due to the crackdowns by various kingdoms, the churches of the God of Truth are not as prosperous as before, the Truth Church was an extremely powerful religious organization a long time ago. Even now, it still has devout believers everywhere. Do you plan to travel around to find them one by one?"

  Glen thought for a while and said, "Well, it doesn't have to be so troublesome. What if we put some messy things in their religious books?"

  The Will of the Forest fell silent again. This was a path it had never considered before. After all, although it had existed for a long time and knew much more about the world than ordinary people, when it came to gods, there were many things its knowledge couldn't explain.

  "Never mind. We'll try one by one. There must be a way to annoy it. Anyway, I have plenty of ideas in my head."

  Although Glen was just an outsider in this other world, he had read a lot of novels about Western fantasy gods. There must be some settings that could work here.

  Leaving the farm, Glen returned home. He first wrote a reply to Danni, then packed some things and prepared to go on a long trip.

  First, he would go to the main city to sell the house he just got.

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  After all, whether it was now, or for a long time in the future, or maybe forever, he had no intention of settling down in the main city of Battersea.

  Even if he were to buy a house in the main city, it would be better to buy one in the main city of Kelladria.

  Because one could get there just by going out through the mysterious door in the basement.

  Besides this, he also had to talk to that White Bird Publishing House about the issue of infringement. He wouldn't let it go unless they offered him a reasonable price.

  After that, he would directly go to Lyonesse City on the way to find that painter named Hopdo and join their club.

  After making all the plans, Glen handed the key to his house to the new butler, Drell.

  Then he went out, got on a deer-drawn cart and left.

  Just one day after Glen left, Bloodaxe visited Glen's shop in Dude Town again.

  She was very surprised to see that the original tavern had changed so much and was doing so well. It took her some effort to squeeze in.

  Seeing a familiar face, she immediately went up and asked, "Hey, I remember your name is Luther, right? Is your boss, Mr. Glen, here? I've brought what he needs."

  Luther was busy greeting customers and only replied in passing, "You're late. Mr. Glen went to the main city yesterday."

  "Yesterday?" Bloodaxe showed a look of annoyance.

  Should she wait here for him or go to the main city to look for him?... Bloodaxe was in a dilemma.

  Finally, she decided to go home and tell her family first, and then wait here for him to come back. If she went to look for him, she wasn't sure if she could find him or not.

  Tightening the pack on her back again, she had just squeezed out of the shop when she met a girl dressed like a commoner. The latter gave a faint smile and asked,

  "Do you... desire redemption?"

  ...

  After entering the main city, Glen headed towards the address of the house he got for free.

  Although there were many more carriages on the road than in the small town, they didn't really hinder the passage.

  At a fork in the road ahead, there was a spire-shaped building four or five stories high, with a large disc-shaped window on it, and people could be seen walking inside.

  Glen just took a casual look and then headed for the left road.

  However, a very fierce quarrel came from that building, and the topic of the quarrel piqued Glen's interest.

  He looked up and saw a chair with its back against the glass in a window of the building.

  Only to hear a male voice inside shouting, "You people don't understand the significance of this invention at all! This will change the country and bring great convenience to the people!"

  "All right, sir. We can understand that you really want to promote your work. But before that, someone in our kingdom has already invented something that can provide stable lighting. Your invention not only requires the installation of an electrical circuit system that hasn't been promoted yet, but also has no guarantee of safety. It's really a project not worth our investment and development," another slightly shrill male voice explained politely.

  "No! I've seen that thing you mentioned. Its brightness is not high at all! It's not suitable for lighting! Please believe me. Just give me a little more time and I'll let you see the feasibility of this invention!"

  No matter what he said, the shrill male voice never agreed. Occasionally, other voices would chime in with the shrill male voice to suppress the man who wanted to promote his invention.

  After listening outside for a long time, Glen felt that he seemed to have caught an opportunity to make a fortune.

  Someone was working on the electric light, right? It seemed to be in the initial stage. He came here to seek investment. Obviously, those people inside were deliberately targeting him. Couldn't he even tell?... Glen just waited like that.

  Finally, the male voice, realizing he had failed, stopped and seemed to have left.

  At this time, Glen heard the original shrill male voice and several of his companions laughing and saying,

  "An outsider trying to invent things like us? What a fantasy. Does he think he can call something an invention just by tinkering with some scraps? How self-righteous..."

  An outsider? So it was racial discrimination... Glen roughly understood why the guy who wanted to invent the electric light was being targeted.