In contrast to the simple houses in the slums that can be found everywhere, there are a large number of mansions of the rich.

Mr. Besson is a very common member of the rich circle. But he had many friends—in the old days, Monsieur Besson would often party at the pool at his own house.

Because of the spending, Mr. Besson has more and more friends - tonight, in Mr. Besson's villa, there is another party.

But this party was completely different from previous swimsuit parties. All windows in the entire villa hall have been closed and the curtains have been closed at the same time.

They didn't turn on the lights, but each of them had a three-pronged candlestick in his hand, and under the light of the candle, there was enough light here.

Including Mr. Besson, there were eleven members who participated. They wore black robes with caps that obscured their faces.

They stood in a circle, as if some mysterious ritual was going on.

"And then?" someone in the crowd made a confused voice.

Mr. Besson, the initiator of the "This ......" party, hesitated for a long time before frowning and saying, "Maybe wait and see." ”

"Forget it. A woman made an impatient sound, then lifted her hat and quickly withdrew from her black robe.

Of course, after retiring from the black robe, the woman was wearing a slip skirt with a character, and the woman said dejectedly at this time: "I don't want to torture myself like this anymore if I don't turn on the air conditioner on a hot day, and I still have to wear such a thick robe." ”

Mr. Besson also lifted his hat and hurriedly said, "This is the ability for the all-knowing and all-powerful God Bucky to perceive our piety." ”

The woman said helplessly: "Dear Besson, but haven't we already tried almost all the methods we can think of? Do you still plan to perform evil rituals like a cult, and make a blood sacrifice for a newborn baby or something?"

Mr. Besson frowned, and remained silent, as if in thought—and everyone could not help but feel a sense of absurdity when they saw Mr. Besson's face.

Mr. Besson seems to be really excited?

In fact, all the people gathered here witnessed a miracle not long ago. They saw with their own eyes the mysterious man who claimed to be the apostle of the god Bucky, saved Mr. Besson's life, and finally even saw the apostle of God break through the sky.

They even think of the 'voice' that appeared in the theater hostage-taking case that day.

They believe that this mysterious 'voice' and the mysterious man who later appeared to save Besson were both miracles displayed by the great all-knowing and all-powerful god Bucky.

Because of the miracle of life, because of the extraordinary power of breaking through the sky, a group of idle rich people led by Mr. Besson suddenly had a strange thought.

The all-knowing and all-powerful god Bucky does not seem to be present in any contemporary belief system. It may be a newly born deity, or it may be a deity that existed from time immemorial but has not been recorded in history—in any case, there is no trace of this omniscient and all-powerful god in the world.

Is it possible to develop a community that embraces the great All-Knowing and Almighty God and becomes the first believers in the All-Knowing and Almighty God?

It was a miracle of life, and it was as if these very rich men had seen a light far brighter than the light of money—and thus it was at the instigation of Monsieur Besson, who was almost in a frenzy, that the party took place.

"Besson, maybe the god Bucky is just passing by, it doesn't care about the beliefs of the world. Besson's old friend tapped him on the shoulder.

But a peculiar belief had been kindled in Mr. Besson's heart, and he said with great emotion: "No! it must be because I am not pious enough! When I was shot and my life was in danger, I felt the insignificance of life." I have a lot of things to do, and I have a great desire in my heart to be the all-knowing and all-powerful God Bucky who has given me light and it has brought me back into this world again. It must be because I'm not religious enough!"

Mr. Besson's fanatical appearance made his very old friend frown at this time. Most of the people in this group came half-pushed.

On the one hand, they did witness miracles happening, so they had a huge impact on the idea of universality. But on the other hand, they also want to see what happens next, in case it's chicken...... Slip of the tongue, what if it's true?

If you don't have any ideas, what's the difference between being a human being and salted fish?

I saw that Mr. Besson suddenly raised the three-pronged candlestick in his hand at this time, and completely incarnated into a middle-aged middle two, and let out a strange roar with all his might.

Ah~~~!!~!ah~!~!

Everyone shook their heads, including Mr. Besson's young wife, who couldn't help but frown—she felt that the messenger of the god Bucky had deceived her.

What about letting Besson make a will?

But suddenly, in the hall where there should be no wind, a strong wind suddenly blew, blowing out the flames of all the candles here, and plunging everything into darkness.

The moment the strangeness happened, everyone couldn't even react, but after just a few seconds, the extinguished candle lit itself again.

"Hair ...... What happened?" a frightened voice sounded.

Mr. Besson shouted suddenly, surprised, excited, high-pitched...... His whole body trembled, his head tilted, as if he was enchanted, and he fell to his knees violently.

"Are you calling me?"

Monsieur Besson's head was suspended in the middle of the hall, and everyone saw the messenger of God who had appeared that day wearing a carnival mask and had broken through the air.

"Really, really appeared!"

"Oh my God...... This didn't drop Wia, did it?"

But Mr. Besson stood up abruptly and exclaimed, "O ignorant sinner, don't you hurry up and apologize before the messenger of God! Do you want to suffer the punishment of the all-knowing and all-powerful God!"

Maybe it's because Mr. Besson's thoughtful appearance frightened everyone, maybe it's because the oracle has already demonstrated the power of miracles beyond scientific explanation, or maybe it's because he wore this black robe and participated in this secret ceremony, so the reason for the fear has appeared in the subconscious...... They knelt timidly under the gaze of the levitating angel.

The oracle suddenly looked at Mr. Besson - Bucky was indeed looking at Mr. Besson at this time.

Some of the conversations that had been ten minutes earlier were still very clear in Bucky's mind - the conversation between him and the club maid.

- "What? ritual?"

- "It's just the fantasy of a group of rich people." While they have great material wealth, they are also very poor in spirit. You're lucky to have bumped into Mr. Besson's dying...... It is easy for a person to be in awe of the mystery at the moment of death. ”

- "So what am I going to do?"

- "You don't even have to do anything, just keep your image." The rest is left to Besson. Because the mind has already determined the relationship between the existence of the so-called omniscient and all-powerful God, he will automatically make up a lot of things for your brain. Even if you say a word casually, he may interpret it for a long time and take it as an oracle. As long as you use Besson well, you will be able to grow your church quickly. ”

- "That sounds like ......

When Bucky looked at Mr. Besson again, he was as happy as he was - Mr. Besson was rich, very rich, and he was an old secondary school, and his friends were very rich, and he heard that secondary two was contagious.

The point is, these people are very rich, and the people they come into contact with are very rich!

There is money, there is money, there is money! What kind of black boss do labor and management do! This kind of money comes quickly!!

MMP! Labor and management have turned over!

"Besson, I already feel your piety. ”

With Miss Maid behind him to support his floating power, even if Bucky's mental power is just starting at this time, the blessing ring can be tired like a dog three or four times a day, and he is not scared at all.

"From this day forward, you're ......," Bucky dragged his voice.

Mr. Besson's throat twitched, and he stared nervously at the messenger of the gods above his head, and finally Bucky said slowly, "...... My servant is gone. ”

"Servant?" said Mr. Besson.

Bucky said unhurriedly, "In the kingdom of my God, all are servants of my God. I am the incarnation of my God on earth, and you, as my servant, are also God's servant, and if you are pious, he will one day be able to ascend to the kingdom of God. ”

As he spoke, the jade crown was activated, and a scene of auspicious bliss suddenly appeared on the entire ceiling - the maid said that this thing could indeed form such a space in the end, but he needed to gain enough faith power to support it.

In addition, according to the agreement signed with the club, Bucky only has the right to use the game for ten years, and when the ten years are up, it needs to be renewed.

"Kingdom of God!"

The exclamation sounded, and Bucky waved his hands, he couldn't support such a 'kingdom of God' scene for long, and if it weren't for the support of the maid's floating power, he would have been tired and lying on the ground at this time.

"You, as Besson's servants, can also become God's servants in the future if you are pious enough. Bucky slowly landed and said indifferently, "Besson, come and kiss my feet." ”

Without saying a word, Mr. Besson lowered his head and kissed Bucky's shoe.

Bucky put his hand on Besson's forehead, his palm shimmering, and he saw Mr. Besson's face enjoyed, and when he stood up, his complexion was ruddy and energetic, as if he was several years younger in an instant.

"Oracle...... We ......," the crowd hesitated.

Bucky said indifferently: "Besson, prepare a place for me to rest." Tomorrow, I will choose three of your many servants to bless them and let them feel the grace of my God. ”

Besson was overjoyed and hurriedly arranged accommodation.

After that, Mr. Besson, who had been promoted to the servant of the Divine Envoy, looked at everyone present, "Everyone, I feel better than ever before, and my body seems to have a steady stream of power......

As he spoke, Mr. Besson suddenly took a coffee table in the hall with both hands—the coffee table was carved out of marble, and it was very luxurious and heavy in itself, but Mr. Besson easily lifted the coffee table and threw it away.

Bang ——!

The heavy sound of impact shook the entire villa slightly.

“...... So, guys, why don't you come and kiss my feet and become my servants?"

......

......

A continuous, well-lit sound sounded.

When Caroline woke up, a movie projector was in front of her. The film flashed before Caroline's eyes as it rotated at high speed. She looked around suspiciously, and found herself in a cramped room.

She's not alone.

In front of her, a back can be seen...... It should be a man. Thinking back to the scene before she fell unconscious, Caroline subconsciously became nervous.

The mysterious guy who captured himself was looking at the movie on the screen in front of him at this time, and seemed to be in a daze.

Caroline subconsciously moved her body - she was not bound by the mysterious person, but just placed on the ground casually.

Because of the movement, Caroline accidentally mentioned the cabinet next to her. The mysterious man should have reached the gap, tilting his head slightly.

Under the bright light of the player, Caroline couldn't see the person's appearance clearly, but she heard the other party's hoarse voice, "Are you awake?"

"You...... Who are you?" Caroline looked around and asked nervously, "Where is this, why are you arresting me?"

The man continued to look at the movie in front of him, and said slowly: "This was originally an auditorium, and later became a venue for the activities of the film and drama department...... As for who I am. I am...... It turned out to be the person sitting in dormitory 403. ”

403 bedrooms.

Caroline frowned, she felt that the number was unusually familiar—suddenly, Caroline remembered what the hell was in bedroom 403!

That's where she's lived for the past two days.

"You...... Are you Arnold's classmate?" Caroline was unusually surprised.

She hadn't seen Arnold's classmate in the dormitory since she'd been in the dormitory for two days—but...... Why does this person also appear quietly at night?

"How much do you know about 'Arnold'?" the mysterious man asked, tilting his head slightly.

Caroline stood up, then reached out and quietly picked up a plate of film rolls that had been placed on the table, looking warily at the place.

"If it weren't for me, you'd have been spotted by the Boston people, because you don't know that they're out there to pick up and watch the wind, if you just leave...... I'm afraid it's dangerous now. Even so, are you going to attack me?"

Caroline took two steps back, "But you...... But why are you helping me?"

"Why?" the man slowly stood up and turned to Caroline.

At this time, Caroline saw the person's appearance clearly—or rather, she was so frightened by this appearance that she fell directly to the ground with the film plate in her hand.

His head was covered with many bandages, some of his exposed skin was dry and wrinkled, as if he had been severely burned, and his voice was even more hoarse and low, like the roar of the devil, which made Caroline's scalp tingle when he heard it.

“...... Because, I have a common enemy with you. The man pointed to his face, "The reason why I have become like this is because of those two brothers!"

"You mean, Arnold and ...... Haley?" Caroline opened her mouth in shock.