East Furlong, Strasse Strand.

A two-story apartment was immersed in lead-gray darkness, and the two rows of gas street lamps on the road emitted a dim yellow glow, clinging to the surface of the thick haze, which was unusually hazy.

Suddenly, a figure jumped out of the convex belly window at the top of the second floor, and fell to the ground like a leaf, barely causing any movement, not even splashing dust on the ground.

He limped and disappeared abruptly by the wall, his body as if blending into the gray haze, and only a faint outline could be seen.

Flickering all the way, the figure came to a Gothic-style villa at the bottom of Strand.

He watched carefully for a few seconds, circled the villa twice, found a low window, and swiped it in.

......

Classical and gorgeous bedroom interior.

The breeze blows gently, and the white gauze tent made of lace swayes.

The graceful girl was lying on the comfortable rocking chair, her cheeks were smeared with a layer of pink, the corners of her mouth seemed to be dripping with crystal liquid, her eyes blinked slightly, and her expression was blurry with strong desire.

On the long classical table beside her, there was an open black wooden box with a wooden carving of a baby in its arms, and the atmosphere in the whole room seemed to be extremely soft in the light of the red candlelight.

"How does it feel?"

A shadow stepped out of the corner, a mysterious figure in a black hooded robe, his voice rapidly changing from an old, deep male to a soft, sweet woman.

The graceful girl tilted her head and said with a strange and satisfied smile:

"It's amazing and it's perfect, that's exactly what I dream of and pursue."

"But what surprised me the most was you, I didn't expect it to be a woman."

"That's just a little trick."

Step by step, the black shadow took off the black hood on his head in the light of the candlelight, revealing his slightly curly brown shawl hair and seductive eyes.

"One of the mother's card skills, you can also master it in the future, no matter what, now you are also a member of the Mother God Church, in addition to these, do you have any other questions?"

"No, it's just that I feel like my body always has a desire that can't be suppressed." The graceful girl replied as if she had been prepared.

"Hehe, why suppress? The Mother God Church has never advocated the suppression of desires, and reproduction is the main theme. ”

"But I just want to be with His Royal Highness the Prince, but now as long as I see a man, I can't control it, even if it's a homeless man on the street."

"Hehe, everyone who touches the 'Mother' card will be full of charm, and your beloved prince will not be able to get rid of this charm." The mysterious woman raised her hand, gathering a small writhing black thread from her fingertips.

"The Thread of Desire."

"When you see him again, throw a black line at him, and in the next three hours, the person who is bound by the thread of desire will not be able to suppress his desires, at this time, you can do whatever you want."

"Would you like to take it...... A thread of desire for me? ”

The girl suddenly stood up from the rocking chair, her eyes shining at the writhing black thread, and her mood suddenly burst into excitement.

"No!" The black-robed woman shook her head.

"You don't want to? I can exchange it for gold pounds, if you are willing to give it to me. The girl's face became more and more flushed, and her snow-white chest was undulating, as if she was about to be unable to suppress the desire in her heart.

"No, as long as the clergy of the 'mother' path will have their own line of desire, which is one of their own extraordinary abilities, you just need to outline it in your heart, and it will appear."

"Really? It's also amazing. She resisted the idea she had sketched out at once, looked at each other curiously, and asked half-thought-half-tentatively.

"You can tell me more about what your church is, well, sorry, it's our church."

"Church of the Mother God of Desire!"

The woman in the black robe caressed her hands on her chest, leaning up on her handsome white neck, her eyes slightly closed, and her cheeks touched a touch of fanaticism.

"He is from darkness, He is the mother of the world, He is the symbol of life and the future, it is He who controls the scourge and the desires of the world, the great Shab Nicolas Cage!"

The girl was stunned and listened in disbelief to the ancient Hermes spoken out of the mouth of the hooded black-robed woman.

"She, He, He, He is a god? Is our church under the care of God? ”

The black-robed woman immediately covered her mouth, let out a low chuckle, and replied for a long time:

"Is there anything strange about that? The Church of the Mother God of Desire has been around since the beginning of the Third Age, and it has survived natural disasters and still exists, which I think should explain a lot. ”

.........

Pioneering City, Gresham!

Huge storms blew the waves, layer after layer of boulders, and the steam sailboats in the mooring area swayed as if they would be swallowed up by the sea in the next second.

Poseidon Church, 1st floor prayer hall.

Silver candles burn silently on the silver-plated lampstands, and the melted candle oil flows down the pattern and accumulates on a silver base carved with waves and lightning.

The salty sea breeze blew in through the cracks in the printed windows, swept through the roof oil caps, and blew on the candles on the lampstands.

Jack S. D. Sparrow stood on the Holy Throne, holding a quaint and heavy book in his hand, and looked up at the few scattered figures sitting on the benches in the first row directly below, the faithful who had come to pray for repentance.

"Praise be to you, Lord of the sea and the storm! Praise you for your mercy, kindness, and love for us, slow to anger, forgive us all our sins and sins. ”

"Praise be to you, Monarch of the Sky and Lightning! Praise you again for your shed blood for salvation, your punishment for our peace, and your stripes for healing!"

"Praise be to you, Emperor of strength and courage! It is you who have opened the gates of the kingdom to believers in the last night, who have taught us what courage is, what strength is, what resistance is, and it is you who have your voice that resounded through the ocean, and whose hymns broke through the darkness to save those who were in calamity and bloodshed, and who always praised you......"

In a rough, magnetic voice, Jack read aloud the prayer from the Poseidon Atlas, when a little girl's voice interrupted his recitation.

"Mr. Priest!"

"Huh?"

Jack's eyes swept slightly, and he saw a little girl in a purple dress, peeking her head out of the second row of benches.

She has two pigtails, delicate facial features, and is very cute.

"Mr. Priest, are you praying at Mass?"

Jack glanced at the believers next to him expressionlessly, their faces more or less showing the displeasure of being interrupted, but they didn't have a seizure because the priest was standing here.

"Yes, my child, can you tell me why you interrupted me?" Jack shook his blue bishop's robes, a smile on his rugged face.

"I'm sorry Father, I know I shouldn't interrupt you, but I have something I want to ask you for."

The girl smiled, her smile was very moving, but there was a faint hint of sadness in the touching smile.