Chapter 242: Improving the Style

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On the third floor of the building, Crane once again wakes up from a dream with a spiritual instinct, eager to catch the infiltrator who interrupted his sleep and feed the "wriggling hunger".

This time, he directly opened the iron cigarette case and released the "resentful soul" secret puppet.

SeΓ±ol's dark-wired figure first stepped into the full-length mirror, and then jumped onto the convex window pane of the valet's room.

"He" looked at Richardson, and saw the valet roll over and sit up, looking at the door with fear and nervousness.

The door opened silently, and a figure flashed in.

Under the crimson moonlight, the infiltrator revealed a brownish complexion, soft silhouette, and short black curly hair, clearly of the Southern Continent Bailang race.

With a slightly cold aura, he stood at the door, looked at Richardson who was looking at him, and said in a deep voice:

"Have you thought about it?

"Don't think that you can get the peaceful life you want without us, you have the blood of the people of death in your body, and you are destined to give everything to restore the glory of God."

"Think about your dead mother, think about the bullying you have been subjected to, do you want your children to grow up in the eyes of others in the future, and be other people's servants forever?"

β€œβ€¦β€¦ But what can I do......" Richardson said with a hard face, burying his head.

"Waiting for the task for you." The infiltrator's voice softened a little.

Richardson didn't answer whether it was good or bad, and seemed to be struggling in his heart.

The infiltrator didn't care about his hesitation, and when he had already agreed, he turned around, exited the room, and left the same way he came.

"The Grim Reaper...... Spirit, the people of the Church of the Grim Reaper? ”

Since the restoration of the Byron Empire, there has been no restoration organization other than the Church of the Grim Reaper.

Crane, who had witnessed everything just now, leaned back on the bed and said to himself silently: "There seems to be their shadow behind the many southern continentals and half-breed parades in recent days, what tasks will they ask Richardson to do?" Stealing my money to fund the organization? Or create terror at a banquet in a high circle? ”

As he pondered, his helpful neighbor, Miss Hazel Macht, emerged from the shadows and knocked the infiltrator to the ground with a single punch.

This...... Crane was stunned.

Then, Hazel, who had won the blow, threw a few fists excitedly, and then rang the doorbell of Dwayne Dantès's house.

Crane watched all this silently, and before the butler arrived, he controlled the infiltrators who had fainted at the door and left, and asked them about their purpose and organization - the subordinates of the Church of the Reaper, the small organization active in Beckland, the Black Skull Party.

Soon, the invaders, who had turned into secret puppets, returned the same way and blew up the stronghold of the "Black Skull Party", leaving no one alive.

Mr. Dawn Dantès was finally able to continue to sleep peacefully.

But if it was his delusion, he seemed to feel that everything around him was a little darker than before, except for the gas lights on the road, everything seemed to be immersed in pure black shadows.

……

May 16, Beckland time, 3 p.m.

β€œβ€¦β€¦ That's the way it is. The Lord came down to us and said these words to us, and then she departed, taking with her the shadow of the Godforsaken Land...... "At the tarot meeting, Daric recounted everything that had happened before, and his eloquence had been greatly improved in the tarot meeting, and the story itself was shocking enough to bring everyone into the experience he had described...... Now, while there is still no sunlight in the Forsaken Lands, the shadows are no longer dangerous......"

The members of the Tarot Society looked at each other, and they knew that the greatest danger of Godforsaken was the treacherous and terrifying darkness, as long as the light disappeared, people would disappear into absolute darkness, and in such an environment, the difficulty of surviving was increased by a hundredfold.

And the gods of faith descended on the earth, proclaimed to them that salvation was ahead, and even took away the terrifying darkness of the Godforsaken Lands - such a mythical epic picture made everyone's imagination come to mind.

"That means Silver City doesn't need to light candles at all times now?" The inquisitive Audrey couldn't help but ask the question.

The "sun", which looked much looser than usual, shook his head:

"There is still dangerous darkness in Godforsaken, but those dangers will not only make people disappear, but monsters will also disappear."

"The shadow that just makes people disappear is gone, and in Silver City, we can try to sleep in the dark."

Audrey, who was filled with curiosity, said sincerely: "It's wonderful. Thank you for your answer, Mr. 'Sun'. ”

After the "justice" questioned, the "upside-down hangman" couldn't help but follow up and ask the question he was most concerned about:

"In addition to your daily life, this should also be of great help to your hunting and exploration."

The implication is: you should have expanded the scope of your exploration, right? The variety of monsters hunted should increase, right? Is it possible to add a little new variety to the list of monsters around Silver City?

It was as if I saw the sheep starting to moult, and I couldn't help but want to touch it.

Derick was just about to talk about it, and immediately nodded:

"Yes, Mr. 'Hanged Man'."

"I'm already a 'notary' and can apply for a non-high-order extraordinary item to participate in more exploration."

"The Council of Six has made a decision to expand the scope of exploration now that the shadows are no longer dangerous, and continue along the path that has been carved out of the 'Afternoon Town', heading to where the Lord's gaze has come from, looking for a path beyond the Godforsaken Lands."

He paused, and there was a hint of pride in his eyes:

"Although the Lord has said that 'salvation is on the way', Silver City supports the decision of the 'Council of Six', and we are willing to continue to explore outward on our own initiative, rather than blindly waiting for 'redemption' to come."

At the mention of "redemption", Derick looked cryptically in the direction of the "Fool".

Of course, Crane also noticed the small movements of the "sun", or in fact, everyone subconsciously associated "salvation" with "Mr. Fool", because it was Mr. "Fool" who brought the "sun" far away in the land of God's forsaken to their eyes, and helped him equally through the principle of equivalent exchange of the Tarot Society, since the creator said that "salvation is on the way", then they naturally associate it like this.

Therefore, the "fool" himself had similar doubts in his heart.

"It has been established that the ancient sun god of Silver City's belief is the 'true creator', she was damaged for some reason, degenerated, and somehow returned to normal, and began to give normal revelations to the Aurora Society and the Godforsaken Lands...... Also tried to communicate with me. ”

But no matter what, the black briquettes of the Aurora Society can't be washed at all, and it's so black that it falls straight to the slag. Standing with them would cause a lot of psychological pressure on normal people, not to mention having to talk to their Lord.

Crane is actually reluctant to get closer to this evil god fellow, because if he has a good relationship with the Aurora Society, a madman like Mr. A can give up thinking today and directly offer a reward for the "Fool" news in the secret meeting, and even make the name of the "Fool" public, and tomorrow maybe he will directly announce in the secret meeting that "Crane Moretti is the oracle of my lord", a dead man suddenly becomes an important member of the Aurora Society, not only himself will suffer, but Benson and Melissa will suffer, and the church will definitely intervene.

"The goodwill of the true creator" is the same as the "source fort", which is a hot potato, not to mention that at present, the former is a little hotter.

However......

Judging from his observations, the Church of the Seven Gods' exploration of the Godforsaken Land has so far stayed at "collecting legends", and the Aurora Society knows more than them. If no one else is secretly contacting God's forsaken land, the "salvation" that the true Creator is talking about may really be him.

"Uh...... A place like Silver City, if I had the ability, would definitely be of a little help. The 'sun' has been coming for a long time, but she says, 'salvation is on the way', so what does the true Creator mean? ”

"Aurora will have a route to the Godforsaken Lands......"

"Could it be that the true Creator wants me to bring out the people of God's forsaken land?"

Somewhat probably...... Crane still wondered.

"This shouldn't be, she can go in and leave, why don't you save people by the way? Even if she is troublesome, the Aurora Society will have angels, the angel of war Medici, and the angel of fate Ulorius...... Why don't they do it? ”

He did not interfere with the heated discussion of the Tarot congregation, and fell into his own contemplation.

Suddenly, he thought of the information he had just seen today from Russell's diary:

"On September 11th, ever since I became an angel, I had a feeling that my personality was split, and in my heart, in my spirit, in the depths of my spirit, there was always a voice urging me, influencing me, creating uncontrollable indifference, bloodthirstiness, cruelty, and madness.

"No wonder Mr. 'Gate' said that sanity is temporary, and madness is eternal."

"On September 28, I hadn't written a diary for a long time, and for most of the month, I seemed to have watched myself become more and more cold and terrible by strangers, and even my daughter Bernadette could only give me a small amount of paternal love, very little."

"Just when I was about to go mad, I seemed to hear countless praises from my subjects, all those who had benefited from my reforms, believers who regarded me as the 'child of steam,' praising me, singing my praises, erecting statues for me, writing stories for me, and creating poems for me."

"Their voices are like anchors for a ship, helping me 'locate' myself."

"I began to be able to fight against that desire to fight against that cry from the heart, and I came out little by little, and I was able to have the normal emotions of being a father, a husband, and a man."

"Just sequence 2, there is such a change, to sequence 0, to the true god level, how terrifying should the madness to fight be?"

"Perhaps they also need to be 'positioned' to counter extraordinary traits and the strong tendency to get out of control that lurks deep within the collective subconscious."

"I probably understand why they want to establish a church, why they want to spread the faith, why they want to write chapters for the saints of their own power, and leave legends for the corresponding angels......"

Anchor......

Legend......

Crane resisted the urge to frown and continued to think in detail.

…… If the true Creator was really suggesting that I save the Silver City, then if I did, the Silver City would thank me.

In the course of his help, the little "sun" already had signs of wavering faith, and when he learned of the revelation that the Creator had gone mad, he was distressed, confused, and tried harder to prevent himself from being held back by this incident......

Now, the true creator has directly declared that "you don't have to believe me", which is equivalent to cutting off the faith of Silver City with his own hands, so according to the rules of this world, Silver City must believe in other gods......

Could it be that the true Creator is hope...... They came to believe in me? Be my anchor?

Crane felt a hint of absurdity.

It's incredible from idea to practice, in the diary Russell sequence 2 only needs an anchor, but now he is only sequence 5, and the real creator is already thinking about this matter for him......

…… It's kind of scary......

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"From this week onwards, we will have a weekly confessional ceremony and gradually improve our work style?"

After reading the latest announcement, Mr. X frowned slightly, and turned his head to look at Z, who was posting the announcement: "Confess what?" What to improve? ”

Z slapped the last announcement on his hand, wiped his hands, and replied:

"Remember the Black Sage?"

"Yes."

"Your Excellency the Black Sage's codex for this pilgrimage has been sorted out and allowed to be transcribed and read." Mr. Z saw that Mr. X might not have borrowed the book, so he said, "At the end of the pilgrimage road, he was tested by the Lord, baptized his sins, redeemed himself, and everyone else successively defeated the evil thoughts in his heart, but he and the evil thoughts came to a stalemate, and he was lost for several months, and no news came back." ”

"Hmm."

"My lord, hang yourselves upside down at the end of the world to atone for the sins of all beings." His Excellency the Black Sage did not pass the test of evil thoughts, believing that this was a sign of his own lack of piety and firmness, so the Lord issued a revelation that each of us should repent diligently, repent of the sins that we have escaped and do not want to recall, pray to the Lord, change our style, and continue to learn from the Great Lord, so that we can atone for our sins. ”

Mr. X's brow stretched slightly: "Then what kind of sin do you want to repentance of?" ”

"All." "So lately, everyone has been actively studying law. ”

"Do you have to repent of illegal acts?" Mr. X's expression was horrified, "This ...... There can be no one in the world who is completely innocent! Besides, we're a stealthy organization! ”

Mr. Z nodded in disbelief: "But spiritual repentance is necessary, and it also helps to stabilize ourselves." There are no more priests in the organization, and it is a person's merit to explain a person, and if you go to be a priest now, there will be more than 100 merits per month. ”

"That's not what it means......"

Mr. Z, who hadn't done many bad things, squinted his eyes: "Aren't you willing to repent?" ”

There was a little quieter around.

When the True Creator decided to make the Aurora Society perform weekly confessions, the real fanatics had already bought houses outside the confessional door, and the less popular had already begun to lash out at their own sins, while the less likely had already turned themselves in and sent themselves to prison.

- The pious but not very wise kind who have sent themselves to prison, and you have gone in, how can you continue to dedicate yourself to the Lord?

"My faith in the Lord is unwavering." The people who listened to the babble were fanatics, and Mr. X said, "Are there any specific requirements for repentance?" I mean, what kind of behavior do you need to show that you're repentant? ”

Mr. Z said, "Do you still need a charter for this kind of thing?" Spontaneous. ”

Mr. X breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "I see." ”

He bypassed Mr. Z and walked out of the hall, reaching out and grabbing his hair with some chagrin.

"Confession......," he muttered, thinking of something, and of his accomplice, "I have to ask Bottis." ”

If you want to say that all the big and small things have always been just murder and arson, and looting extraordinary things, the biggest impact is the "betrayal of the Abraham family" a long time ago.

"Is it necessary to repent of such things? The Abrahamic family has weakened to such a pitiful number of middle orders, but they are trying to control us students with foreign surnames......" Louis Vane shook his head, "If I don't betray them, how can I be promoted to 'Traveler', and how can Boutis be promoted to 'Mystic'?" They can't save up demigods themselves, so how can they give it to us. Even the seals that are willing to lend us are pitiful, and if you don't take out so many things and don't use them, do you want to take them to the grave together? ”

"Interests, is there anything wrong with that?"

Unimpressed, he pulled on his black hood, put on his signature mask, and faded away into the shadows.

tbc

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