"How? Are hotels in Roseville so expensive right now? ”

The mustache and tuxedo butler stood in front of Javier Rigby and grumbled softly. Even though he was very dissatisfied with the continuous increase in the price of the Count of Ross Hotel, the old man still maintained the basic understanding and posture of the aristocratic butler. In his opinion, his slightly dissatisfied tone, slightly frowning brow, and impatiently tapping the knuckles on the table were already appropriate expressions of his anger. The waiter at the front desk in front of you should be able to understand his anger and give himself some form of explanation and comfort.

Still, he clearly thought too much. Javier Rigby, the front desk of the Count of Ross Hotel, did not find the old man in line with aristocratic etiquette. He just smiled slightly, looked at the old man in front of him, and asked in a formulaic tone.

"May I ask the Marquis of Monte Cristo—", repeating the rare surname, Javier Rigby ignored the old man's complaints about the price, "-are you sure you want to stay?" A suite that qualifies as a marquis is 180 crowns a night, and a room for an entourage is 40 crowns, if you want to stay as soon as possible, the room has been tight recently, and it is already rare to have a room for a guest like you who has not made a reservation. ”

"Really—", Kevin Titenso gently flung the glove he held in his hand on the beech table at the front desk with some exaggerated movements, and retracted the complaint he wanted to say, "Give me a suite, four rooms for my entourage." By the way, our carriages and horses also need to be maintained and rested. ”

"Okay, no problem!"

Seeing that the guest had decided to check in, Javier Rigby took out the registration book with a light movement, "Please ask your full name and the country of the knighthood, we need to register simply." ”

"Marquis of Titans Monte Cristo, the country of the knighthood is the First Republic of Fern", the old man looked up as if it were a very glorious name.

"Oh, Ti-Tan-s-", Javier Rigby looked indifferent as he repeated as he wrote down the name the old man had said. As for the First Republic of Fern, which has been submerged in the dust of history, he also wrote it as it was. As a qualified hotel receptionist, he has seen a lot of things and a lot of people. Like this kind of aristocrat who was once glorious in his ancestors, but who fell silent with the passage of time, for some reason regained his wealth and wanted to return to the drama of high society again, he has not only seen it in the drama, but also encountered it in life.

"It's—", this time, Kevin Titenso didn't swallow his own whining, "rude and rude!" ”

"My lord, I'm sorry for bothering you."

In response to the insults of the guests, Javier Rigby was indifferent. He has been scolded more times, and he has learned not to take it to heart. Moreover, he had more important things to do now, and he didn't care much about the insults of these poor nobles.

Insisting on standing at the front desk until five o'clock in the afternoon, Javier Rigby finished his shift. He quickly packed up his things and left the hotel through the side door, where he met Billy Bell, the hotel's newly hired security captain, who was waiting outside the side door.

"Little Javier, are you going?"

"Well, Uncle Bell, aren't you going?"

Javier Rigby was very impressed with the new security captain. Compared with Haubridge, who is estimated to be dead, this Billy Bell has a much better personality and is much more honest, what he shouldn't touch, what he shouldn't know, he never asks, he doesn't inquire, he just does his job with peace of mind.

"I'll wait a while, I want to take back some leftover bread from some guests in the back kitchen today. You know, food is hard to find and expensive right now. ”

"Lucky for you, Aunt Brianna has been so nice to you lately, and very few people get leftovers from her twice a week," Rigby complied. The leftover bread in the back kitchen of the hotel is a scarce resource, and an old man like him, who has worked in the hotel for five years, can only get a few pieces a week, and this new honest man, Bell, has taken bread for the second time this week.

"Hey", Billy Bell scratched his head and didn't answer, "You're going, remember to help me make a note and come back to me." ”

"Well, don't worry, uncle."

Javier Rigby said goodbye to Billy Bell and left the Count Count Hotel Ross in Uptown with his small package. He walked through the neat streets of the Uptown, through the busy market district of East, and finally to a dilapidated warehouse on the edge of the Lower Town.

Seeing Javier Rigby appear at the door of the warehouse, three or four strong men appeared from the shadows around the gate, and they stopped Javier, and the leader stood in front of Javier, took the package in his hand, opened it, looked at it, and gave it back to him.

"Orn is on top."

Javier stretched out his right hand, put his index and middle fingers together, and gently touched his forehead. The man made the same motion, chanting in a low voice.

"Orn is on top."

After completing the greeting and identification process, Javier Rigby was allowed to enter. He bypassed the closed door and found the side door that he usually went in and out of, and entered the warehouse. Unlike the dilapidated image outside, the warehouse was very clean and tidy, divided into seven or eight rooms of various sizes with thin wooden boards, and in the open space enclosed by these rooms, a wooden statue three people tall stood quietly.

"Orn is on top."

When the people who saw Javier stretched out their hands to salute, Javier returned the salute. He walked through the hallway between rooms, through the crowd of people sitting on the floor, to the bottom of the statue, and to meet the adult he had been thinking about.

"Orn is on top."

The adult, dressed in a simple black robe, made the same gesture as the others, and Javier returned the salute and handed over the package in his hand.

"My lord, this is the gift of atonement."

The black-robed adult took the package, took out half of the bread inside, and placed it on the altar in front of the statue behind him. On the somewhat darkened wooden altar, a number of similar foods had been placed. The food was cheap and incomplete, but it was neatly arranged.

"May Auen be on your side."

The adult reached out and counted Javier's forehead, and Harvey looked at the adult gratefully and admiringly, bowed deeply, and then found his seat in the crowd and sat down.

It's been three months since he joined the cult called the True God, and since the Sanction Mage Tower issued that joint statement saying that all the Magisters, including Pope St. Eguerde of the Tritheistic Cult, have lost their magical powers, most Tritheistic believers like him have gone into a faith panic. If St. Eggerd's power comes from magic, not gods, then how much credibility can be given to everything the Tritheistic Cult asserts, including its teachings?

Although Javier was not a fanatic, he believed in the tritheistic religion, and more so that he could use the communication circle in the church. But when the doctrines of the Tritheistic Religion conflicted with the facts of the Third Great Demon Wave, he did not bother to listen to the pale explanation of the church priest, but instead chose to join this new sect, a perfect explanation of the cause of this Great Demon Tide and the series of wars that broke out from it.

“…… The young dragon Astord Fridrid meets Orn in the marginal city of Demar. He asked Orn, 'Why is the war between the dragon and the Supreme Protoss endless?' Is there a solution? 'Au replied, 'Thou shalt not be hindered, thou shalt not be confused, and thou shalt go all the way, and see the cause and effect of time......'"

Javier listened intently as the shepherd recited the Book of Revelation as he mentally recalled what had happened in the past. Since the announcement of the information of the Third Great Demon Tide, it seems that everything, good or bad, has entered a fast pace, and the price of grain in the city has dropped a little after the emperor thoroughly inspected the grain merchants, and soon rose again. In addition, many daily necessities have risen, and there are many more homeless people and street women. Even Uptown, where these figures almost never appear, is now full of ragged refugees fleeing. The people on the west fled east, fearing an attack from the Negru Republic. The people in the east fled westward for fear of Ronninger, and they gradually crowded into several large cities in the Liyin Plain, adding a lot of unnecessary troubles to the aborigines of these cities.

“…… The young dragon Astodfried was free from doubts, and he hid the unknown in his heart, only looking at the signs of the world's calamities. Time passed, and the dragon Astod Fried participated in the Battle of the Dragon's End. During the battle, he personally stabbed the spear of the dragon spirit into the body of the supreme god Smoke Bifendelris, and heard the last words of the supreme god king. 'No one can escape the punishment of the end, and today I have no escape'......"

Javier loved the passage, and the dragon Astord Fried was one of his favorite of the hundreds of characters who appeared in the book of Revelation. And his experience throughout the Dragon Age, and the three questions he asked the true god Orn before his death, gave Javier a different understanding of the current situation.

Three Great Demon Tides, destroying three races, the current war began because of destruction, and will end because of destruction.

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The former Archbishop of the Tritheistic Church, St. Scott, now known as Haile Scott, concluded today's sermon and bowed with all the believers, blessed them, and shared the food they had brought. After that, this is the end of today's prayer, and the believers volunteered to stay and help him clean up the scene, and the whole process was in order and at no cost. When the moon hung high, and the last believer left the warehouse, Hale Scott sighed softly and sat down in the moonlight that shone through the hole in the storehouse roof.

"Lord Shepherd", from the small cabin next to him, came out one after another some figures who were also wearing black robes. They were members of the original Tritheistic Church who followed Scott in founding the True God Cult, and there were also some believers who volunteered to join. The men sat down around Hale Scott and whispered about the recent situation.

"...... the sixth chapter of the Gospel has been written, but there are still some questions about God Eugen, who are not sure......"

"Blackwood's church has been established, and last week's news put the congregation at about 500 people......"

“…… Recently, the situation in the Tritheistic Church has not improved, and many people are losing their faith......"

Haile Skoll sat surrounded by everyone, answering everyone's questions from time to time. It has been half a year since I learned the truth in October last year and started the True God Church, and the development of the True God Church in Roswell has basically stabilized. At first, because of the fear of the obstruction of the Tritheistic Cult, the True God Cult that used underground methods to preach, with the announcement of the news of the Third Great Demon Tide, also began to gradually move to the surface. Most of the members of the Church who are attending the meeting today are newly recruited, and judging from their behavior, the doctrine and related processes of the True God Cult have been basically perfected.

"Lord Shepherd", Priest of the True God Church, Damian Lealand, sat next to Scott and asked questions about the next steps, "Now that the members of the Tritheistic Church are passing rapidly, should we increase the speed of our development?" ”

"There is no urgency for the time being", Scott has a clear idea of this, "At the beginning, these congregants must be strictly screened, and many of them will become priests and priests of churches everywhere in the future, and the firmness of faith and personal quality are still more important." However, our book of Revelation can explain the current situation very well, so we might as well print more and distribute it, so that people of true faith will naturally follow the book to us. ”

"Your Excellency is wise", Li Langsi threw out a sycophant, and then continued to ask, "My lord, we still don't have a stable source of income now, and the funds brought out from the church last year are almost running out, what should we do next, do you want to collect the salvation tax?" ”

"Salvation tax?" Scott was a little puzzled, he looked at Lee Rang, waiting for his explanation.

"It's something like the communication fee of the Tritheistic Religion, doesn't our Book of Revelation say that the end times are coming, and ordinary people can only be liberated by atonement? At present, the church is financially tight, and although we do not have much to spend, we still have to have the necessary expenses. My idea is to collect the salvation tax from the congregation, and say that in order to save the world after the Third Great Demon Tide-"

"I see," Scott interrupted Lee, "and there's no rush in this matter, when I founded the True God Cult, I deliberately avoided a structure similar to the Tritheistic Church, which was too dependent on income. Our funds are tight, but we should be able to hold out for a while. After that, let's figure it out......"

"Yes, Lady Pastor."

Li Lens gave up the struggle and stopped bringing up the subject. Scott waited for a while, saw that everyone was fine, and came up with another idea of his own, "I'm going to go to Moon Engze, and I'm going to leave recently." ”

"But my lord, it's already occupied by Charlie Ronin's army! I heard that they eat people without spitting out bones, and they have already slaughtered the city, will it be too dangerous for you to go? ”

Li Lance tried to stop Scott from being too important to the True God Cult right now, and he didn't want anything to slip up.

"It's okay, the more places like that, the more soil our teachings grow. As a forerunner, if I don't go, who will? ”

Scott, who was sitting surrounded by everyone, had a serious expression and a calm gaze. His gaze passed through the cult in front of him, through the walls of the warehouse, and into the unknown distance.