"The journey home at midnight comes from the deep sleep of dreams, and the night will be the best breeding ground."

Just as Zola and the other three were trying to escape through the manhole cover, a magnetic low voice swayed into their hearts along with the free breeze.

In just a moment, Zola felt that the panic and restlessness in her heart had calmed down. Her eyelids began to fight. After staggering a few steps, she suddenly fell on One Eye's body. His peripheral vision seemed to see someone walking slowly in the mist.

Come.

A few seconds later, the man wearing a moon velvet robe walked to the street and stopped. With a graceful look on his face, he looked at the three people lying on the ground with disgust.

"Oh my god, if I had known that the people making trouble were a group of lowly poor people, I wouldn't have come."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, I'm talking about Horn, if Captain Maga hears what you said, I think the whole team will be able to eat bagels from Third Street and black tea from the Southern Continent tomorrow."

As he spoke, a man wearing a gray waistcoat, a dome hat, and a camouflage smile on his face jumped gently onto the street lamp from the foggy street corner.

There was a teasing smile that couldn't be hidden in that joking tone, but it looked a little inexplicably funny.

"It's just a little trick like creating an 'illusion' to deceive outsiders. Wensley, hurry up and ask your paper figures to drag these guys away. I'll bring you a golden bagel tomorrow. Hurry up, it stinks."

"

Horn pressed the round glasses frame that had slipped off his nose, and then rolled his eyes.

It was night time now, and his five senses and insights were no weaker than those of Sequence 7. As he said this, his eyes swept directly towards the wall in front of him on the left.

"Oh, man, my improvisation failed again..."

The clown on the street lamp disappeared like a bubble, and a girl wearing a linen coat helplessly emerged from the flowers and leaves on the wall.

She lightly snapped her fingers, and the moment a few paper figures landed on the ground, they quickly transformed into young people, carrying the three of them towards the end of the street.

Wensley stood up and walked a few steps, then suddenly turned her head and looked back, with a mischievous smile on her face.

"But I have to correct you, Horn, these people are not ordinary poor people, they are believers of the evil god."

"What kind of believer of the evil god? You, you eavesdropped on Captain Maga's conversation again... Hey, don't leave, I can recite poems to bless the paper figures... and add up to two copies of 'Rui'

Afternoon tea at Bei Coffee, please go to the main office.”

Horn was startled when he heard this, and was about to refute, but he thought of the background of this person from the 'Temple' and the speed at which the potion was digested.

When he raised his eyes again and met those cunning eyes, he understood everything. Realizing that he had been deceived, he sighed resignedly.

"Deal, I heard that it is a cult organization called 'Toad God', and the missionary area should start from the East District. As long as you carry out the 'Toad God's Order', you can become a believer and continue to get money."

Wensley turned around coquettishly, a pair of consciences drew a different arc in the air, but there was a rare seriousness on her face.

"Did you know that in just two days, there are already nearly a hundred Toad God believers in the East District, and the number is still increasing. This kind of development speed is not even achieved by many Zhengshen churches."

"You mean, they can get 3 gold liso just by throwing stones in the villa courtyard?!"

Horn, who started out as a clergyman and was only promoted to Extraordinary in the past two years, saw Wensley nodding and then looked at the sleeping Zola and the other three, his expression changed suddenly.

Of course he also understands the meaning of this, which means that once the news is confirmed, the 'Church of Toad God' will definitely have a large base of believers, and no one does not love money.

The East District slums have never been the target group for the development of the Zhengshen Church. It is not that the people here have mixed beliefs, but that belief requires not only pious offerings, but also financial donations.

Backlund's famous slums, this group of people struggling to survive on the line of food and clothing, are also jokingly called the 'people who cannot be redeemed'.

For them, the gold pound is not just money, it is a lifeline and the only bargaining chip they can use to escape class.

Once there is no need for money to believe in gods, and money can be obtained continuously, then these civilians struggling for survival will surely become the most loyal defenders of the church.

Coupled with the huge population base in the Eastern District, once the believers reach a large scale, the impact will be unimaginable.

"Since the information about this 'evil cult' is already so clear, why aren't you taking action yet?"

"The Rose Order, the Witch Church, and even the legendary 'Spiritual Order' have made new moves recently. The senior deacons and bishops have no time to care about these now, and..."

"what else?"

"You can start your poem now, haven't you noticed that my spirit is almost exhausted?"

"I know, the blessing of the goddess of the night will..."

The moonlight fell like water, and Horn, who was behind him, had just breathed out and was singing a poem when he suddenly noticed that the light around him dimmed.

He was alert, and when he turned around, he saw a bloody mouth and countless twisted tentacles.

With just one glance, the extremely spiritual Horn's eyes turned white, fear instantly swallowed up his mind, and he was swallowed into the belly by Black Hoof.

"Horn, what on earth are you doing...?"

Wensley, who was walking in front, was thinking about tomorrow's afternoon tea, but after waiting for two seconds, she didn't get the proper chanting, so she turned around with a mumble.

However, he found that the street behind him was completely empty, as if no one had ever appeared.

Although the dim street lights and mosquitoes are still there, and the mist under the moonlight is also lingering, the spiritual atmosphere has changed.

With the fortune-telling intuition derived from the 'Soothsayer' sequence, Wensley instantly noticed something strange.

There seemed to be something watching her in the mist, and that strange feeling of ill-will was oppressing her nerves all the time.

A few seconds later, Wen Silicai lightly snapped her fingers, and her figure instantly swapped places with the paper figure in front of her. She jumped and landed in the courtyard of a certain villa.

"call out"

The moment she landed, a glimmer of light happened to hit the ground, and Wensley was horrified to find that her body had turned into a koala.

The next moment, a pair of arms and legs sprang out as fast as a giant python. After biting the prey, it quickly disappeared into the darkness.

"Gah~"

A brief exclamation disappeared completely before it spread in the night. When the villa maid opened the door to inspect, the courtyard was already empty.

Even the three Zola people who originally fell on the street have disappeared, and the manhole covers have been returned to their places.

In the cold alley, everything was as usual, except that the gray-brown fog rising from nowhere was getting thicker and thicker.

.....

East Balam Empire, Pas Valley.

"Boom puff~"

Under the vast night sky, an aircraft that lacked energy was falling from the sky.

After hitting the turbulent and dark lake, a huge white wave was created. With the help of the pontoon and current buffer, it slid for hundreds of meters before successfully landing on the shore.

"Bata!"

The hatch opened, and Opal jumped and landed on a boulder on the river beach, looking at the giant valley in front of him and the lush mountains and forests on the shore.

As he enjoyed the valley breeze blowing on his face, a big smile suddenly appeared on his emerald green mask.

As a flower and tree spirit, he has a natural affinity for this area full of natural primitive atmosphere.

Opal, who was humming unknown music, quickly found a dry cave after rising and falling on the river beach more than ten times.

With his natural affinity and real charm, the little guy easily made the sleeping brown bear family treat him as their own cub.

"Enter the Harvest Plain from the Paloni River Basin, and then change the route to the Star Plateau, and you should be able to reach it..."

Opal, who was resting his head on the warm bear's belly, spread out the map he obtained from the Spiritual Religion's warehouse, muttered to himself for a while, then turned over on the bear's belly, found a comfortable position, and fell asleep.

In the small cave, the sounds of snoring come and go, like a small symphony.

....

At the same time, the city of Tingen.

Wang Changle walked out of the library of Hoi University, looked at the white fish belly on the sky, and sighed.

He has been wandering around Tingen City for four or five hours since the 'Death of Edward', and the 'Super Perception' mode has scanned most of the area.

It can be said that except for the areas where the three major churches are located and the stations in the suburbs, which he has not scanned, he has been to all other areas.

But the message of [Asulehod's Pen] was still not perceived, and the only gain was that all the book collections of Hoy University and Tingen University were emptied.

In order to free up enough space, Wang Changle also put some items in the storage space into Hei Hoof's master and servant space.

Just as he passed by the Royal Nobles Opera House and listened to the mass songs coming from it, the paradise prompt sounded.

[Tip: Your servant has killed the Nighthawk? Horn, you have gained 1.5% of the source of development. 】

[Tip: Your servant - Black Hoof, got the servant - Wensley. ]

...

Wang Changle looked at the residents wandering on both sides of the street, rubbed his aching head, and with a slight movement of his mind, he exited the 'super-sensory' mode.

"Buzz"

Looking at the ladies who were still looking sad and chattering away from the opera house, an inexplicable feeling of powerlessness that wanted to give up came to my heart along with the spirit of lack.

It has been six days since I arrived in the world of the 'Lord of Mysteries', but I haven't even obtained the slightest clue about [The Pen of Asulehod], let alone the [Card of Blasphemy].

If this continues, even if Wang Changle can use [Silver Mission Immunity (once)] to offset the penalty of forced execution, he will inevitably suffer a big loss.

But he couldn't think of where to go to look for traces, so he turned around and found a tavern to sit down.

"Hoo~"

[Tip: Your soul strength is permanent 1.]
To be continued...