The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 655: The Chivalrous Cult

For the Inquisition, or other Crown God sects, the emergence of a "chivalrous" cult is not surprising - many cults also "chivalrous" at the beginning, under the banner of "doing good" to cover up their bloodshed in private.

The Silver Spindle is the best example.

Therefore, the "tea party" is nothing surprising to the ritualists.

The busybodies in the Supervisory Bureau joked that this was another cult trying to claim that it had a "true God".

They deceive citizens who are having a hard time, sucking away their limited faith and wealth, only to tear off their masks at the final moment to reveal the hideousness beneath the beauty.

There are many reasons.

For example, for money, for sacrifice, for belief, for the development of believers...

The coverage is very wide.

Unfortunately, I guessed none of them correctly.

——After all, no one would have thought that the reason for pushing an organization to the brink of danger is "I miss you".

It's just that this girl used some not very 'appropriate' but effective enough means... to attract the other party's attention.

Only.

When Roland finished his "talk" with Shandel, the matter came to an end: of course, that meant not letting it continue to "deteriorate".

The words and actions of the masked “thugs” had seared themselves into the minds of the citizens who had witnessed the event, and no one could retract this frightening yet exciting memory—in other words, the “Tea Party” had become famous.

"Rabid Dog" and "Thug" became famous.

Their "plausible" and "not-quite-real" "gods" that have no concrete image at all have also become famous.

Eyes in the mist.

——As for the image behind the fog…

Use your imagination, folks.

So, it won’t take a few days.

Similar rumors were heard in the taverns that opened in the evening.

For example, "My wife witnessed it with her own eyes, I witnessed it with my own eyes, my son witnessed it with his own eyes, my son, my lover and I witnessed it with our own eyes" - it doesn't matter whose eyes witnessed it, the workers who smashed their beer mugs just wanted to prove to their co-workers that he was telling the truth:

I indeed saw the 'cultist' wearing a scary mask and doing justice.

They described the scene vividly: the wailing, begging and screaming of the quack doctor, the creaking of branches and street lamps, and even some people around clapping quietly in the dark.

It was also at this time that the workers' vocabulary became as rich as that of the great literary figures of history:

This is the most simple language, the one closest to the earth, body odor and feces, but also the noblest, most generous and least valued word of the Holy Spirit.

of course.

The masters and pastors have always been good at misinterpreting the words of the Holy Spirit, otherwise they would not regard "Let all the children come to me" as a gift from God the Father to them.

soon.

The "tea party" has lost its shape and become a popular topic among some people:

Cults are meaningless, and cults that kill people are also meaningless - cults that help the poor...

It's so interesting.

Rose was so excited that she felt like a horse that had eaten fifty pounds of hay but had no time to excrete it, and she was about to explode.

She quickly invited (threatened) Halida, and the two of them whispered to each other, and on a dark and windy night, they used the same method to hang the factory owner and his son upside down - the father and son who raped the textile workers but were not punished.

Now, they get it.

Although no lives were lost, Rose wrote down their crimes one by one in words (with the help of Shandel), and then Halida, who had superb sewing skills, mixed the words with ink and pierced the skin one by one, which could be seen or not seen normally.

Not to mention what consequences this behavior will cause.

The father and son had a bad ending.

Although everyone is doing some obscene and shameless things, everyone knows that these are bad things that cannot be made public.

The father and son were rescued the next morning, but were rejected and criticized by almost everyone in the following days.

Long-time newspaper critics attacked him, writing, 'What has happened to our empire?'

The gentlemen attacked him, saying that 'the quick acquisition of wealth has led to the loss of morality.'

The ladies denounced him, saying, 'Look down at these poor people!' In short, even the priest with the holy child in his arms was busy, dipping his pen in ink and writing, 'Moral! Moral! Depravity! Demise!'

Since your evil deeds are exposed to the sun, don't blame everyone for blaming you.

Followed by.

The topic then extended from the father and son to needles, and to the needle-pierced words on their skin. The excellent needle technique made some shrewd people begin to wonder whether this would be the next trend that would carry gold pounds.

They talked about factories, and those young new rich people whose gold pound had not yet carried the weight of history, saying that they were irritable, impolite, and morally low. At the same time, they also speculated about which factories and which people who "could do bad things" were actually doing dirty things in private.

People were panicked for a while.

Over the past few days, business on Flower Street has decreased significantly.

of course.

The most famous one is the "Tea Party".

This was originally just the crazy thoughts and crazy bored behavior of two women, but it was inevitably covered with a more mysterious color in the discussion of everyone.

Although their original intention was not this, and they had never considered doing anything chivalrous...

but.

According to Rose, she has heard that many citizens, after privately praying to the Father of All, would also "incidentally" pray to the "Bronze-Eyed God in the Mist" - and they believe that the latter is more "useful" than the former.

At least the priests of Holy Cross didn't hang the factory owners who had wronged them in the middle of the night.

They would just kiss their beautiful son kindly.

"We talk about gods, the world, politics, society, inheritance, and morality."

Roland listened to the news read by Halida.

"I just didn't talk about the murdered couple."

He tapped the tea table, recalling the "Gods in the Mist" created by Rose and Chandel - even now, he still felt a sense of inexplicable shame.

It's so weird.

Now, there are still people who pray to him in private.

Those golden eyes.

"...Mr. Collins," the maid whispered behind him, "We have brought them hope, which... is a good thing."

"Of course it's a good thing, Halida. I just don't like them playing tricks on me."

The young man in the tie looked slightly distressed.

——Although in the eyes of the maid, her master, who has a strong body (a maid's benefit), a handsome face, and always has a gentle and humorous manner, is definitely worthy of the title of "god".

When he fastened his vest, put on his coat and cloak, and stood in the sun with a silver staff in his hand, he looked like a knight living in the modern world but with a retro spirit in his heart.

The maid with little knowledge could only describe her master like this.

She thought he deserved it...

Although Halida herself disagreed, Miss Cinder continued her overly detailed dissemination:

For example, to describe the appearance of the "god" vividly -

Black hair, golden eyes, the ancient hidden god who seized the divine beauty of the Cradle of Flesh and Blood...

This will cause big trouble for Mr. Collins.

Fortunately...

The gentleman persuaded her.

It ends at the eyes.

"You always have a way of convincing your opponents, Mr. Collins."

She wanted to express that Roland, as the leader of the "tea party", possessed extraordinary personal charm.

But Roland's expression was a little strange:
"what."