"What happened? Hotels in Roswell are so expensive now?"

The butler with two beards and wearing tuxedo stood in front of Javier Rigby and complained softly. Even though he was very dissatisfied with the continuous price increase of the Count Ross Hotel, the old man still maintained the basic understanding and attitude of the noble butler. In his opinion, his slightly dissatisfied tone, his slightly frown brows, and his impatient and gently tapping the knuckles of the tabletop had already expressed his anger appropriately. The waiter in front of him should be able to understand his anger and give himself some form of explanation and comfort.

However, he was obviously thinking too much. Javier Rigby, the front desk of the Earl of Ross Hotel, did not find that the old man was in line with the noble 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 this rare surname, Javier Rigby ignored the old man's complaint about the price, "- Are you sure you want to check in? The suite that meets the status of the Marquis is 180 kroner per night, and the entourage's room is 40 kroner per room. If you want to check in, please get as soon as possible. The room has been tight recently. It is already rare for guests like you who have no reservations to have a room."

"It's really--", Kevin Titernso gently threw the gloves in his hand on the beech table at the front desk with some exaggerated movements, and took back the complaint he wanted to say, "Give me a suite and four entourage rooms. By the way, our carriages and horses also need maintenance and rest."

"Okay, no problem!"

Seeing that the guest decided to check in, Javier Rigby took out the registration book lightly, "I would like to ask about your full name and the country of honor, we need to register simply."

"The Marquis of Monte Titans Christchurch, the country was awarded the title of the First Republic of Verne." The old man raised his head high, as if it was a very glorious name.

"Oh, Titans-S--" Javier Rigby looked indifferent. While he repeated, he wrote down the name the old man said. As for the First Republic of Vern, which had been drowned in the dust of history, he also wrote it intact. As a qualified hotel front desk, he had seen more things and many people he had seen. Such a nobleman who had been glorious but had remained silent as time passed, became rich again for some reason and wanted to return to the upper class again. He had not only seen it in the plays, but also encountered it in life.

"It's really-" This time, Kevin Titernso didn't swallow his complaints, "Vulgarity!"

"Sir, I'm sorry for making you bother."

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

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

"Little Javier, are you going?"

"Well, Uncle Bell, don't you go?"

Javier Rigg has a good impression of the new security captain. Compared to Haubridge, who is probably dead, this Billy Bell has a much better personality and is much more honest. He never asks or inquire about things he shouldn't touch or knows about things he shouldn't have, but just do his job well with peace of mind.

"I'll wait a while. Some of the leftover breads that some customers in the kitchen today want to take back. You know, the food is not easy to find and the price is also expensive."

"Then you are so lucky. Aunt Brianna has been really good to you recently. Few people can get leftover bread from her twice a week." Rigby sincerely praised it. The leftover bread in the hotel kitchen is a scarce resource. An elderly man like him who has worked in the hotel for five years can only get a few pieces once a week. This new honest man, Bell, has received bread for the second time this week.

"Hehe," Billy Bell scratched his head and didn't answer, "You're going, remember to remember to remember to remember me and turn back and tell me."

"Well, don't worry, uncle."

Javier Rigby bid farewell to Billy Bell and left the Earl of Ross in Uptown with his small package. He walked through the neat streets of Uptown, through the busy market area of ​​Easter, and finally arrived at a dilapidated warehouse on the edge of Lowertown.

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

“Ohn is on.”

Javier stretched out his right hand, closed his index and middle fingers, and gently tapped his forehead. The man made the same move and chanted in a low voice.

“Ohn is on.”

After completing the meeting and identity confirmation process, Javier Rigby got permission to enter. He bypassed the closed door and found the side door he usually entered and exited next to it, and entered the warehouse. Unlike the dilapidated image outside, the warehouse was very clean and tidy, and it was divided into seven or eight rooms of large and small by thin wooden boards. On the open space surrounded by these rooms, a three-person wooden statue standing quietly.

“Ohn is on.”

Seeing the people of Javier reaching out to salute, Javier also returned the salute. He walked through the aisle between the rooms, through the crowd sitting on the ground, and walked under the statue, and met the adult he had been thinking about day and night.

“Ohn is on.”

The adult, dressed in a simple black robe, made the same move as everyone else, and Javier returned the gift and handed the package in his hand.

"Sir, this is a ritual of atonement."

The adult in a black robe took the package, took out half of the bread, and placed it on the altar in front of the statue behind him. On the somewhat dark wooden altar, a lot of similar foods were already placed. Although the food was cheap and some were incomplete, it was neatly arranged.

"May Oun favor you."

The adult reached out to count Javier's forehead. Harvey looked at the adult with gratitude and admiration, bowed deeply, and then found his seat in the crowd and sat down.

He has been joining the sect called the True God Cult for three months. Since the Sanctions Mage Tower issued that joint statement saying that all the magicians, including the Pope Saint Eigerde of the Tribe, have lost their magic power, most of the Tribe believers like him have entered a panic of faith. If Saint Eiger's power comes from magic, not gods, then how credible is everything the Tribe advocated, including its doctrine?

Although Havel was not a crazy believer, he believed in the Three Gods, and was more of a convenience for the use of the communication array in the church. However, when the doctrine of the Three Gods conflicted with the facts of the Third Great Demon Tide, he was too lazy to listen to the pale explanation of the church priest. Instead, he chose to join this new sect, which perfectly explained the reasons for the series of wars that broke out in this Great Demon Tide.

"… The young dragon Astorferid met Oun in the edge city of Dema. He asked Oun, 'Why is the war between the dragon and the Supreme Gods endlessly? Is there any solution?', Oun replied, 'You cannot stop, you cannot be confused, and move forward all the way, and see the cause and effect of time...'"

While listening to Lord Mu Shou's recitation of "Revelation", Javier recalled in his heart what happened during the past period. Since the information of the third great demon wave was released, it seems that everything, whether good or bad, has entered a fast pace. The price of grain in the city has dropped a little after the emperor thoroughly investigated the grain merchants, and soon rose again. In addition, many necessities of daily necessities have risen, and there are also more homeless people and street ladies on the street. Even the upper city where these characters almost never appear, now there are refugees in ragged clothes everywhere. People in the west flee east flee because they are worried about the attack of the Niglu Republic. People in the east fleeing west because they are worried about Roninger and fleeing west. Everyone gradually squeezed into several big cities on the lithographic plain, adding many unnecessary troubles to the indigenous people of these cities.

"... The young dragon Asdorfried was free from doubts. He hid the unknown in his heart and only looked at the signs of the disasters in the world. Time passed, and the giant dragon Asdorfried participated in the Battle of the Dragon Doomsday. During the battle, he personally stabbed the spear of the dragon spirit into the body of the Supreme God Suspendallis, and could hear the last murmur of the Supreme God King. 'No one can escape the punishment of the Doomsday, and today, you will not escape'..."

Javier likes this content very much. The dragon Astord Fried is one of the hundreds of characters that appear in "Revelation". His experiences throughout the dragon era and his three questions with the true god Oun before dying gave Javier a different understanding of the current situation.

Three great demon tides destroyed three races. The current war begins with destruction and will surely end with destruction.

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The former Archbishop of the Three Gods, St. Scott, now known as Haile Scott, ended today's preaching, bowed to all the believers one by one, blessed them, and shared the food they brought together. After that, today's prayer ended, and the believers volunteered to help him clean up the scene and clean up the sanitation. The whole process was orderly and there was no cost incurred. When the bright moon was hanging high, the last believer left the warehouse. Haile Scott sighed softly and sat down under the moonlight that penetrated through the hole on the roof of the warehouse.

"Master Mushou" walked out of the small wooden house next to him, figures wearing black robes came out one after another. They were members of the original Triod Cult who followed Scott to establish the True God Cult, and some believers who volunteered to join. These people sat down around Haier Scott and whispered to talk about the recent situation.

“…The Gospels have been written in Chapter 6, but there are still some questions about the Supreme God Oun…”

"Blackwood's church has been established. Last week's news, there were about 500 congregations..."

“…The situation in the Trinity Church has not improved recently, and many people are losing their faith…”

Haier Schole sat around everyone, answering everyone's doubts from time to time. It has been half a year since he learned the truth in October last year and started to establish the True God Cult. The development of the True God Cult in Roswell has basically stabilized. At first, because of the fear of the Three God Cults, the True God Cult, which used underground missions, began to gradually move to the ground with the announcement of the third great demon wave. Most of the believers attending the meeting today have recently been newly absorbed. Judging from their behavior, the doctrines and related processes of the True God Cult have been basically improved.

"Master Mushou", the priest of the True God Cult, Damian Lilangs, sat next to Scott, raised questions about the next step of development, "Now the tri-god churches are rapidly passing by, should our development speed be increased?"

"No rush for the time being," Scott had a clear idea about this. "The beginning of this congregation must be strictly screened. Many of them will become priests and priests in churches in various places in the future. The firmness of faith and personal qualities are still relatively important. However, our Revelation can explain the current situation well. You might as well print more and distribute it. People who truly believe in it will naturally follow the book to find us."

"Sir, wise," Li Langs flattered and continued to ask, "Sir, we still have no stable source of income. The funds brought from the church last year were almost used up. What should we do next? Should we collect taxes for salvation?"

"Salvation Tax?" Scott was a little puzzled. He looked at Li Langs and waited for his explanation.

"It's something similar to the communication fee of the Three Gods. Doesn't our Revelation say that when the end of the world comes, ordinary people can only be liberated by atonement? The economy in the church is now in a tight place. Although we don't spend much, we still have to spend the necessary expenses. My idea is to collect tax on saving the world from the church, just to save the world after the third great demon tide-"

"I get it," Scott interrupted Li Langs's words, "It's not in a hurry. When I established the True God Cult, I deliberately avoided a structure that was too serious to rely on income like the Three God Cults. Although our funds are tight, we should be able to last for a while. Then, let's find a way..."

"Okay, Lord Mu Shou."

Lee Langs gave up his struggle and stopped mentioning this topic. Scott waited for a while, and seeing that everyone had no problems, he proposed another idea of ​​himself, "I plan to go to Munze and leave recently."

"But sir, it has been occupied by Charlie Ronin's army! I heard that they eat people and do not spit bones, and have already massacred the city. Will it be too dangerous for you to go?"

Lee Langs tried to stop it. Scott was too important to the current True God Cult, and he didn't want anything to happen.

"It's okay, the more that place is, the more soil our doctrine grows. As a pioneer, if I don't go, who can go?"
Chapter completed!