More refugees gathered together, staring at the bread in his hand with bloodshot eyes.

"Um……"

The Holy Lord looked back at the woman who had received the food. The baby in her hand had fallen out of her hands, and her breasts had been stepped on and deformed.

"This is indeed unfair, so let God judge whether it is right or wrong."

The Holy Master nodded gently, took out a gold coin from his clothes, and said slowly: "Here is a gold coin with words on one side and a human head on the other.

I throw the coin upwards and let it fall freely. If you can guess correctly, I will use all my money to help you buy food.

But if you guess wrong, it means you have been abandoned by the gods."

As he said that, he tossed the coin high, put it on the back of his hand, raised his head and said, "Those who think it's up, raise your hands, the minority obeys the majority, I'll only give you ten seconds."

The Holy Lord's voice was not loud, but it was heard by everyone present.

The refugees looked at each other in shock, but considering that this strange man had a piece of gold in his hand and could buy a lot of food, they expressed their opinions one after another.

"Word! That must be word!"

"How do you know...I bet on your head!"

"Every word! I choose the words!"

"Time's up."

The Holy Lord raised his head expressionlessly, and a full 70% of the crowd chose the word.

So he opened his palm and shook his head gently: "You are wrong, it is a human head."

As soon as these words came out, many people took back their hands.

"You saw it wrong, I just chose a human head..."

"Ah, right! That doesn't count!"

There were still refugees trying to defend themselves, but the food and gold coins in the Holy Lord's hands disappeared. He pulled out a sword from the light door and sighed to the sky:

"It's so sad that you have been abandoned by the gods."
Chapter completed!