"Take a look, take a look, the new muffin~"

In front of the restaurant, taking advantage of the fact that there are not many guests, Xiao Er is shouting for muffins made by his own proprietress.

It stands to reason that such a big restaurant in Jiangnan City is not worth this extra business, and it is too cheap to sell it on the street.

But there is no way, the proprietress is more picky than the shopkeeper, and Xiao Er has to do the work of two people alone.

Jiangnan City before winter is quite lively, this year's harvest is good, and the busyness of the autumn harvest makes everyone smile, especially some pharmacists.

The Atlantans on the other side of the fog seem to be very interested in the medicinal materials of the Metaverse for a while, and they often sell them to the other side, and the price will increase by seven or eight times.

The only drawback is that most of the opposite side is traded in gold, which is too heavy compared to silver, but who can not get along with money?

The scorching sun of the autumn tiger made Xiao Er's hair wilt, listlessly using a fan to drive away flying insects, just when he was about to be lazy and take a nap, a couple of men and women walked into the restaurant.

The sharp-eyed man immediately followed, greeting the guests while breathing a sigh of relief at the coolness of the lobby.

The two guests, a man and a woman, were very generous, and directly threw a small piece of gold on the table, asked for some food, and asked for a room.

Xiao Er didn't go out after passing the dishes, he wiped the table on the side, but his eyes kept unconsciously glancing at the only table of guests.

Although they are all middle-aged, the appearance of that man is peaceful and easy to talk, but that look, with a little eyesight, knows that he is not an ordinary person.

And the age of the woman is there, but she doesn't see much old age, but has a unique charm, and it seems that she is still pregnant in October and is about to give birth.

The most important thing is that the appearance of the two is very different from that of the Central Plains, but there is a bit of a taste of the Hu people in the west, but they are not very similar.

Xiao Er, who watched for a while, put away the rag and always stared at the guests, so he had to continue to run to the door and shout the muffins made by the proprietress herself.

"Ferrante, what do you say is a good name for your child? I think the name of this world is also very good, what do you think?"

Ferrante smiled, he and Sophia have been in this world for almost a year, and they have more or less understood the customs here, and they have also heard the saying that a fool of three years is pregnant here, and now it seems that there is some truth.

Look at Sophia's current appearance, where is there still the heroic posture of the immortals fighting on the fog battlefield, it is like two people.

"Listen to you, or I heard that people who have children here like to find Mr., let Mr. give him a name, you just have an idea. Ferrante said with a smile.

"Then think again, but don't let him go to war, you can't follow our old path. ”

Ferrante agreed, and looked at Sophia, who was more like a child than a child, looking down and stroking her belly, treating the life inside as a treasure, and he also showed a relaxed smile.

Since the unification of the Hokuriku, since Sophia became pregnant, the killing nightmare that has been haunting him has not reappeared for a long time, and he can finally enjoy life with nothing to do.

Sometimes he also wonders if there is a fate in the world, and some people are born to do certain things and complete certain tasks.

If not, he can't explain his mental journey and material experience in this half of his life.

If so, then who's in control? God?

Just as Ferrante was falling into deep thought, a group of pedestrians on the street outside the door caught his attention.

It was a group of ten old men, who looked like they were natives of the Metaverse, but they were dressed very differently, with a white robe that reached to the ankles beside them, a little Metaverse style, and a little like a monk's robe.

The robe has a big hood, covering the whole head, and the white is a little reflective, which naturally attracts the attention of many people.

"These people again?" Sophia turned her head to look as well.

"It seems that the progress of the Church of Light is very fast, but it has changed a little bit here, let's go, let's go upstairs. ”

Ferrante shook his head, indeed, it wasn't the first time they had seen someone in this costume.

The doctrines they preach are similar to those of the Church of Light, but they are slightly different, and more paradoxically, their attitudes are more radical, far less peaceful than those of the Church of Light.

The reason why Ferrante left such a deep impression was the last time I met these self-proclaimed Protestant believers who put their ideas on the child Sophia was carrying.

It's not just Sophia, but all these guys in hooded white robes who have met along the way are very interested in pregnant women.

But the other party is just harassing, and Ferrante will continue to embark on the journey every time he teaches a lesson.

............

sub-hours

After calming Sophia to sleep, Ferrante quietly opened the door and planned to go out to have a look.

Walking down the stairs, the lobby that should have been empty was sitting a young man, Li Qinghe.

"It's so late, where are the guests going?" Li Qinghe asked with a smile while holding the tea bowl.

"Go out for a walk, the shopkeeper hasn't slept yet?"

"I'm going to sleep, since the guest is going out, then I'll leave a door, and the guest remembers to come back and put the latch away, a small business." ”

With that, Li Qinghe got up and left here and returned to the backyard, Ferrante didn't pay much attention to it, and then went out.

Although he doesn't know the so-called qi machine light power in the Metaverse, his own strength can also allow him to walk on the roofs of various houses without showing a trace.

Jiangnan City was very large, but the general residents were all gathered, and it took Ferrante about ten minutes to find the group of Protestants in the street during the day.

"Come out in droves at night, and hell if it's okay. ”

A group of Protestants did not notice Ferrante behind them, and walked all the way, walking through the streets and alleys, and from time to time they would avoid the city defense department who patrolled the night.

Just as Ferrante couldn't figure out what they were going to do here, the group of believers turned into an alley that they had already passed five or six times.

The alley was very deep, and there were four families with pairs of doors, and the group of believers walked briskly and stopped in front of the innermost door.

A thin piece of iron slashed through the crack in the door, and the latch inside was lifted, and the believers walked in lightly, and the movements could not be more skillful.

There was a snoring sound from the house, and several people hid sideways under the eaves and poked a section of bamboo pipe into it, filling the smoke.

Soon, the snoring stopped, and someone opened the door in the same way, and carried out a woman who was ten months pregnant and about to give birth.

And Ferrante, who had been hiding on the roof opposite, narrowed his eyes: "I used to harass me, but have you started to do it at this time?"

After that, the believers left the courtyard, leaving one man to clean up the traces, which gave Ferrante the opportunity to jump into the courtyard and knock him unconscious, change his clothes and follow.

This time, the other party did not wander around the city, but avoided patrols as much as possible and came to a courtyard in the corner of the city.

"Thank you for your hats so big that you can even cover your faces, and thank you for not talking......" Ferrante thought.

The people who walked into the courtyard still did not communicate, as if forming a default rule, Ferrante hung at the end, and carried the pregnant woman into the house with her.

The room was dark and lifeless, and the only table was covered with dust, as if it had just been rented.

Sure enough, the leading believer lifted a straw mat in the corner of the room, revealing a large hole, and everyone rushed in.

When walking in the earthy tunnels, Ferrante had already confirmed that this group of people should have been exposed to the teachings of the Church of Light, maybe in the Fog Battlefield, anyway, the current mess is very messy, and money can buy anything.

Then, through the doctrine of light, a distorted spread of faith began in this world to achieve some ulterior purpose.

This method is almost played badly in the Atlantic world, and it should be regarded as the basic practice version of the Shoecultist.

As everyone knows, when the two worlds were not exchanged, how many years of wits and courage between the two sides in order to crack down on the shoe cultists were the major churches, how could they hide from Ferrante's eyes.

The tunnel is very long, but the soil is very new, it should have been newly dug recently, but what shocked Ferrante more and more seriously is that there are about a dozen closed cave houses on both sides of the tunnel, and pregnant women with dull eyes and disheveled hair are locked inside.

As they passed, there seemed to be a hall in front of them, and other believers kept coming out and carrying out the locked women, who did not resist, like puppets.

Who was Ferrante? What had he done in Atlanta for the rest of his life?

But he suppressed his emotions well, and continued to follow the other party into a hall.