Chapter 1546 — What It Means to Be a Professional

Baufar, not far off, thought briefly and then began to answer Gao Song's questions: "In a sacrificial rite, there is in fact no limit to the number of offerings—or rather, it is constrained by the devotion of the faithful at the rite and the power generated by the current of thought. For gods like us, already 'fully formed,' the number of offerings we can receive at a single large-scale rite is a very large figure, far exceeding the upper limit of offerings at any single rite. It's just that we only symbolically take a tiny bit, complete the rite by instinct, and then respond no further—in this respect the divine half and the human half do not conflict in their behavior, so we can operate freely.

"As for how we 'designate the target' when receiving a sacrifice..."

Baufar suddenly stopped there. He seemed to have realized something, and looked at Gao Song with a strange expression: "What are you trying to do?"

"Is there any possibility—I'm only hypothesizing, mind you—" Gao Yang thought for a moment and spoke with a perfectly serious face, "that we simply hold a rite right next to an armory, announce to the world that the entire street is the ritual site, and have the officiating priests place a fruit basket or a flower arrangement on the altar—whatever a rite would normally have, anyway. They don't need to know what that warehouse next door is for—and then, when you receive the offerings, you just happen to receive the warehouse along with them."

The gods: "...?"

Amber looked at Gao Yang, then at Belantia, and suddenly found herself wondering whether these two were actually flesh and blood...

(End of this chapter)