To be fair, these cultists are actually quite cautious.

They did not believe the words of this strange "competent" just because Duncan took out the sun talisman, nor did they easily win these words because Duncan said the things in the sewer sacrificial ground. They were observing Duncan's words and deeds along the way, and even after arriving at the gathering hall, they had to conduct an additional verification to confirm the identity of the stranger - as for a group of cultists who were hiding from the east, they had already done their best.

But all their screening measures were dealt with by Duncan as a "normal human".

These methods are meaningless to the captain of the Lost Country.

The tall and thin little leader retrieved the inconspicuous strip of cloth from Duncan. He seemed to have no idea what had changed in the power of this extraordinary item. After expressing his welcome to his new compatriots, he raised his hand and pointed to a corner of the gathering venue: "Comrade, let's rest here first, there are more than one strange face here."

Duncan nodded, heading towards that inconspicuous corner, while paying attention to every face that appeared in the venue of the episode.

Unlike what he had seen in the sewer sacrificial grounds before, he was surprised to find that none of the sun believers were wearing the iconic black robes, but dressed like ordinary citizens. They did not wear hoods that covered their faces, but exposed their faces calmly.

He asked the believers beside him curiously: "Don't everyone need to cover up their faces when they gather here?"

The believers he asked seemed surprised: "...You local believers in the city-state of Pland should cover their faces when they gathered?"

Duncan immediately frowned slightly: "You are not Plander..."

"We come from Renze," said another believer next to him. After confirming that the stranger in front of him was really a fellow church fellow, the sun followers here obviously put aside their guard. "We only settled last week, but before we could establish contact with our fellow locals, the attack took place..."

"Everyone here comes from Renza?" Duncan was a little surprised. He finally knew why there were so many sun believers in the city after the sacrificial grounds in the sewer were destroyed.

"Well, all the people gathered here from Renze, but there are also teams from other city-states, and everyone is scattered in different strongholds," another believer next to him participated in the conversation. "Ah, everyone has heard of the situation in the city-state of Plande. In the past four years, the damn consul and the hyenas of the church have been fighting our cause... It's not easy for you, but fortunately they've all passed."

Duncan nodded without comment, and then he heard the churchman he asked at the beginning speak: "This dove on your shoulder is really... unique."

Duncan's eyes trembled.

He knew that more than one person at the scene was paying attention to the pigeon on his shoulder.

If you have to say something, it is nothing strange for a pigeon, but it will be strange to come to the rally with a pigeon on his own.

He could only casually say: "This is my pet, and he can do a lot of things for me."

He was perfunctory, but the thoughts in his mind were already surging rapidly - a large number of sun followers were pouring into the city-state of Plander, which confirmed his previous guess:

The always low-key Sun Church suddenly started a high-profile job in the sewer. These cultists are indeed going to do something big!

This time he caught up with troubled waters and found the right direction!

At the same time, he also understood why the cultists who attended the rally here did not cover up their faces, but dressed up like ordinary citizens.

In the sewer, the Sun believers' outfit that completely conceals their identities and the system of single-line connections between the lower-level believers were all aimed at fighting the church's round after round of clearing, and avoiding the arrest and leaking of traitors or key members within the church. This was the choice of the local church in a difficult situation. The mobs who had just gathered from various city-states to Plande obviously have no experience in this area - they are just cultists after all, not disciplined special forces.

On the other hand, they did not need to perform such disguise: because the "members" gathered here came from the same city-state, they were already familiar with each other, and it was meaningless to conceal their identities during gatherings.

The current dress of ordinary citizens makes it easier for them to escape as soon as their strongholds are exposed, and they are scattered among the civilians in the lower city who lack a strict management system.

As he thought about this in his heart, Duncan's eyes were also sweeping through the gathering venue. Suddenly, he felt a gaze falling on him.

He immediately followed his feelings and saw the master who was looking at the sight.

A petite girl with short black hair and a petite figure was standing more than ten meters away.

The girl was wearing a black dress with white lace, with a pretty and quiet appearance, and her age looked about the same as Nina. The most eye-catching thing was that she was wearing a dark red neck ring between her neck, and the neck ring was decorated with an exquisite silver bell. Although she looked a little cute, she looked particularly weird.

When Duncan turned his gaze, the girl turned her gaze to other places naturally - she was calm, but Duncan dared to conclude that the gaze just now must have come from this young girl!

Why do these cultists have such a young child?

Duncan couldn't help but wonder, and at the same time he took a look at the girl's dress... For some reason, he always felt that the girl was out of place with the environment here.

As he thought about this, a sound of the door shaft turning suddenly came from not far away. The tall and thin cult leader ordered the door to close the basement door, and then he walked to the middle of the gathering venue.

All the eyes at the scene immediately focused on the leader, and Duncan also restrained his thoughts and paid attention to the changes in the scene. He saw the tall and thin man standing in the eyes of everyone with a confident and calm attitude, with a smile on his slightly sinister face. Then he took out something from his arms and raised it high among everyone.

It was a light golden sun mask - exactly the same as the mask worn by the cult priest who presided over the sacrifice ceremony in the underground gathering venue.

"Please respect to the glory of the Lord, and recite the truth silently under the Lord's gaze," said the tall and thin man loudly, with a very pious tone, "Look down to this blessed mask, may the protection of the children of the Sun rely on it and help me guide the brothers and sisters gathered here."

The believers around them immediately recited the name of the real sun god in unison, and then put their fists in their eyebrows and lowered their heads to show respect. They were not paying tribute to the tall and thin man in the middle of the assembly hall, but to the golden mask, as if the mask was the essence of a superior, and the man holding the mask in his hand was just a carrier.

Duncan also pretended to be a group of cultists and made movements, but he didn't know what the so-called truth was, so he muttered a few words of the multiplication table and began to carefully observe the actions of the cultists, while pushing the meaning behind each link from their ritual movements.

The tall and thin man solemnly put the mask on his face.

The next second, Duncan immediately noticed that something seemed to have happened to the man....

He couldn't tell what was going on with this feeling, as if the other party had changed his temperament the moment he put on the mask, and it seemed that there was an extra shadow in his figure. Duncan looked at the golden mask that imitated the sun's shape and saw that the patterns on the mask seemed to be slowly wandering - at this moment, the mask seemed to come alive, as if a distant and powerful consciousness projected its tiny power onto the mask, giving this originally ordinary item an extraordinary quality.

Ordinary people wearing masks complete "sacredness" with this "wearing" action and this brief ceremony, becoming a symbol of some kind of divine power.

The believers around them sighed in unison: "I wish my Lord's glory will last forever! I wish my Lord's way will come to the world!"

Duncan memorized the multiplication table to the sixth column, and recalled it quickly in his mind.

He had also seen a priest wearing a golden mask in the sewer assembly hall before, but the priest had completed the process of "wearing". In addition, Duncan didn't understand the surrounding situation at that time, and the temporary body he used was in poor condition, so he did not realize what special things this seemingly ordinary golden face had, nor did he think about why the priest wearing a mask would be called "messenger" by ordinary believers.

Now it seems... this so-called sun mask is the "communication device" that hides outside of civilized society to remotely control believers and observe the world? Or is it more accurately a kind of spiritual projection device?

After suddenly realizing that it was a very interesting item, Duncan's eyes suddenly changed a little.
Chapter completed!