"That's the case, everyone go back and organize their branches, and gather in the big arena at eight o'clock tomorrow morning," Shabalin finally emphasized, "Remember! Don't carry weapons, don't take the initiative to provoke conflicts, otherwise those who don't know the truth will equate us with hooligan thugs and no longer sympathize with us! Okay, now adjourn. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Shabahrain and trade union officials left the cigarette factory one after another. Walesa smoked two cigarettes on the balcony, deliberately waited for the crowd to disperse before going downstairs alone, looked around, there was no one in the dim night, he walked quickly to the dormitory building next door, took out the pre-placed cloak in the stairwell and put it on his body, pulled down his hood to cover his face, and hurried in the direction of the Mokesh temple.

……

The Mokesh Temple at night is eerie and lonely. Legend has it that this eccentric minotaur goddess was so irritable at night that even her most devout devotees did not dare approach the temple at night.

Tonight was a bit unusual, two men in a hurry walked in the night, and they didn't stop until they were in front of the gate of the Mokesh Temple.

The leader vigilantly observed the movements around him, and made sure that no one was watching, and then walked to the temple with confidence.

"Mr. Oleg, please wait." The man behind him spoke suddenly.

Oleg stopped and looked back at the feminine bard, and asked him with a hint of displeasure: "Stepan, do you want to repent?" ”

The "Sad Aria" smiled dumbly, shook his head, and said: "You are too worried, since the eldest lady accepted your request and sent me to help you deal with this matter, there is no reason to regret it, I don't want to enter this temple, it is purely a personal factor." ”

"Can you tell me why?" Oleg's face softened.

"You see, I am a believer in Naraku, if I walk into another person who has ...... Oh, or the altar of the god who once had the priesthood of death, it is inevitably suspected of desecration, so I will not accompany you in, so as not to embarrass everyone, rest assured, I will do what you have explained. ”

Seeing the young poet's smiling expression, Oleg's facial muscles twitched slightly. Yes, Mokesh's priesthood of death has long been ...... An unknown Sage sent down to take it away, can this not be embarrassing?

Oleg didn't speak, but walked straight into the temple with an indescribable grief and indignation in his heart.

His faith in Mokesh was absolutely religious, even more so than his father. Because of this, his spirit suffers far more deeply than those of the hypocrites.

Honestly, he resents Naraku more than Sindra, after all, the latter is only trying to seize the divine power of his idol, and the former has already succeeded.

But could he show his displeasure to Stepan's sissy face?

He couldn't, because his goddess had already declined, but the other master's master was like the sun and the heavens, and he had great divine power.

In the multiverse where Varess is located, in addition to the unwarranted gods, only a few powerful gods such as Corellon Larysian and Pero are qualified to compete with Naraku.

Of course, the level of the Godhead is not entirely proportional to its worldly influence. Naraku is on par with Pero's godhead, but the power of the Naraku Order is far inferior to the Holy Light Church, which rules the entire continent.

But so what? People are at least more than the upper than the bottom, in the Far East, the Naluo Order is also one of the giants, where can the Mokesh believers afford to provoke, knowing that Stepan deliberately mocked himself, he can only endure it, knocking out his teeth and swallowing blood.

With a heavy heart, Oleg took off his mask, revealing half of his ugly face, which had been distorted by the "powerful spell", and knelt down in prayer before the statue of Mokesh.

"Weaver of the High Destiny, my lord Mokesh, lift through the fog of destiny and show your humble servant the way forward, so that I may not be lost in this filthy and thorny earth......

The voice of the prayer was not loud, but the words were sincere, and Oleg's face showed a baby-like innocence.

With each prayer, he could feel his goddess weakening a little, but he couldn't help but choke up, and tears mixed with blood welled up from the cursed half of his face and his deformed eye sockets.

After praying, Oleg wiped away his blood and tears, found some relief, and gradually calmed down.

At this moment, there was the sound of footsteps outside the door.

Oleg's eyes flashed with vigilance, and he quickly put on his mask and turned to look at the door.

A man in a black cloak barged in, emitting a strong smell of tobacco and alcohol, much to Oleg's displeasure.

"Hey, Mr. Oleg, I'm not late, am I?" Walesa unbuckled her hood, gave him a flattering smile, and trotted over to shake hands.

Oleg touched his hand and immediately refused the cigarette he was handed over. He did not want to smoke or drink, but he would never touch these depraved things on the day he visited the temple.

"Walesa, how are things going?"

"I've inquired about it, and Sabahrain plans to launch a demonstration of construction workers at 8 a.m. tomorrow morning, with more than 5,000 participants." Walesa lit her own cigarette and took a heavy puff, jealous of Shabahin's appeal.

"Very good, tomorrow is a good opportunity, I won't let that Shabalin kid do you want to make a peaceful demonstration," Oleg sneered, "Walesa, how many people can you find to take advantage of the event, the kind that is absolutely reliable." ”

"Well, hundreds of people are not a problem."

"Hundreds?" Oleg couldn't help but raise his voice, "Shabalin can mobilize 5,000 people, but you, the union veteran, can only call on hundreds of people?" ”

Walesa dropped the cigarette butt and rubbed his hands in embarrassment: "Mr. Oleg, you can't say that, what we do is very risky, and we will go to jail if we don't do it!" If you pay upfront, I can get more people. ”

Oleg didn't say anything, in fact he was nervous at hand. Just yesterday, Beacon Bank suddenly demanded that the loan of his mining company be repaid early, which caught him off guard and gave him a premonition that something was wrong.

The change in the attitude of the Lighthouse Bank most likely means that the shrewd mages believe that the followers of Mokesh are no longer useful, and instead invest in the bullish Beowulf and Natasha couple. If this decision is made public, it will inevitably trigger a "herd effect", and those small and medium-sized chambers of commerce will follow the baton of Lighthouse Bank, frantically withdrawing the chips that were originally invested in him and his father, and once the panic erupts, it will be even more difficult for them to get the gold source.

Oleg licked his dry lips and couldn't help but look out of the temple door.

The Yangbo Chamber of Commerce has always been indifferent to their father and son, and now that Lighthouse Bank is also on the opposite side, which consortium in the vast Northland dares to support them?

The woman who was Tamara was too greedy, biting people to the bone, and the conditions she put forward were very harsh. However, there is not much choice now, and I am afraid that I can only accept her conditions.

The attitude of "Dragon's Eye" is more ambiguous, and it seems that the internal contradictions are becoming more and more intense, and it is temporarily impossible to spare energy to invest in the opposition in Kitland City, but there has been news from there recently - "Red Dragon General" Andrea may "return to his hometown" during the tournament to discuss the next cooperation plan with their father and son.

This is good news for Oleg's camp, but not necessarily for him. He subconsciously touched his cheek and shuddered at the thought of the woman.

How about the Warscourge Fortress? Grande is moody, crazy, and not easy to deal with. Moreover, he rose too fast, his foundation was unstable, and he did not have much real money to support the opposition in Kitland City, but he sent two men......

Oleg floated in his mind the figures of the frost giant fighter and the female beast trainer, and secretly calculated: "If you can successfully win the championship trophy of the martial arts tournament with their strength, it is not too late to talk to Grande about the next step of cooperation, otherwise the other party's support is just chicken ribs." (To be continued.) )