Tianjin people will never lose SAN

Chapter 597 Everyone is ruling by doing nothing
In the dark underground palace.

Gama stood in front of the huge oil painting with an oil lamp in his hand, looking up quietly. The market in the painting used to be bustling with people, and residents of different genders and occupations lived leisurely in it. But now there were only a dozen people left in the painting, looking lonely.

The materials and spells for the mass have been almost prepared, with only some finishing work left, and the day of the celestial conjunction is not far away.

Now they only wait for the Mother to awaken from her slumber, devour the slab of stone, and reclaim her former divine will.

There was a sound of footsteps approaching from afar, but Gama's eyes remained on the painting, because he knew who had walked in from outside the bronze gate. It was his companion. They had a telepathic connection:
"Miao, you should stay in the initial world at this time. Don't worry about the mass. We are almost ready."

"Gama, I came here today to tell you something important."

Miu could have shared the information with other preachers on earth through the voice of the mind, but he still felt that everything that happened outside was too important and needed to be told to others in person.

"Is Saint Barlan calling again? He's calling with the followers of the Saint's sect, shouting 'For the Saint'?"

Xi interrupted.

"No, but Charlie died last night."

"Charlie?"

Gama, standing in front of the painting, recalled:
"That middle-aged man with a beard who is always meticulous? I remember he did a lot for us before."

"Yes, he was killed last night. Before he was killed, I let him receive the blessing of the Mother Goddess."

Miu recounted in detail what had happened in the past two days and what he had heard from other preachers on earth:
"There must be something wrong with the three new tax collectors. Gama, can you recall whether there are these three people in the painting?"

Gamma was amused by the ridiculous question:

“There are hundreds of characters in this painting, and each character has different characteristics. How can I remember everyone’s face?
By the way, judging by the time, those idiots outside should have just finished holding a village meeting. So, now Von Stroevsky has replaced Charlie in the village?"

"No, he won't."

"Not? What do you mean? This person... doesn't want to be the person in charge?"

Xi, who was standing nearby, said in surprise.

“Yeah, I still don’t know what this guy is planning, but there’s definitely something wrong with him.

I ran away from his house last night, and I'm not sure if he saw my face clearly.

If you have time, you'd better go out with me. With our strength, we can easily subdue him. Then we can bring him back for interrogation, or we can just kill him and put an end to his troubles forever..."

"Stop, stop, stop."

Gamma raised his hand to interrupt Miu's chattering:
"You mean, von Stroevsky doesn't want to be the head of the Initial World, and he's still wandering around the village as usual?"

"Yes, but his companions killed Charlie."

"If he died, he died. He was just an ordinary person who had just been transformed. There's nothing to regret.

And from your description, Charlie was in a very bad state at the time. He had not learned how to control his power at all. This was your dereliction of duty."

What Gama said made sense. The situation was urgent at the time and Miu was indeed inconsiderate. He hurriedly took Charlie and chased after him.

“Moreover, Mr. Feng is not prepared to be the person in charge of the Initial Realm.

Assuming he is really Saint Barlan, can he accept what we preach? Can he accept that these villagers are fooled by us?
He will definitely take this opportunity to become the leader, slowly change the village and then find you, and finally enter the bronze gate to ruin our plans.

Am I right?" Miu remained silent, while Xi nodded beside him. Gamma's analysis was correct. Every mortal has a purpose and motivation for doing things. Von Stroevsky may have seen Charlie turned into a monster at his doorstep and killed him in self-defense.

When dealing with people, judge by their actions rather than their hearts. You can't think that everyone is Saint Balan just because you are cautious.

"But...I just feel like there's something wrong with those three tax collectors."

After being scolded by Gama, Miu was speechless. He really had no substantial evidence that von Stroevsky was Saint Barain, so he could only express his emotions at this time.

“We understand your feelings. We all want the Mother Goddess to wake up and regain the original authority of the gods, but... you can see that we all have our own things to do now.

Going out rashly might affect the progress of the mass. If there is any trouble in the initial world, and someone takes advantage of this opportunity to sneak into the underground palace, can you imagine what the consequences will be?"

To be honest, Gama and Xi still looked at people with the old eyes, but this was also his own fault. He had been cautious seven or eight times before, which annoyed these dozen preachers on the ground.

"Miao, observe for a while longer and find out the identity of this Von Stroevsky. If there are any changes, use the voice of the mind to inform us."

Xi tried to smooth things over, Miu opened his mouth, and could only return to the original world alone.

After Miu left, Gama was still admiring the oil painting in front of him with his arms folded. He saw in the upper left corner of the painting, a man wearing a donkey head mask was talking to two children on the hay pile in the mill.

There was a lot of food on the straw pile, and the three of them were having a picnic and chatting like friends.

Gamma smiled and shook his head. Miu had no idea of ​​the importance of tenses. These three were the biggest obstacles to the revival of the Mother Goddess, and now they were trapped in the oil painting by him. As long as he ensured that the three of them did not get out, there would not be any big trouble.

……

There is a simple windmill made of wooden boards on the top of the market mill. The sunlight shines through the gaps in the windmill and falls on the straw pile.

The donkey sat on the hay with Xiaohu and Ling'er, eating cheese sandwiches and chatting casually:
"Xiao Hu, I saw you say goodbye. Oh, he's not in a good condition now. He just went through a big battle. Living Flame, you know, this guy is not easy to mess with.

Hey, I didn't see your aunt either. Did she get into trouble in the battle with the living flames? Or did she leave you for some reason? Bye."

The donkey likes to tell the truth when he lies. He has the ability to blaspheme reality. Coupled with his ability to mix the real with the fake, it is difficult for ordinary people to distinguish.

"Snapped."

Two pieces of leftover bread hit the donkey's face, and Tiger got angry.

"Don't listen to his nonsense. No matter who gets into trouble, nothing will happen. He...tsk, you know his ability. As for the stinky witch...humph, she won't leave even if you chase her away with a broom."

Ling'er saw it clearly and her eyes never left the book in her hands.

"The decision is up to you two anyway. Do you want to go out and see for yourself how Ricky is doing.

The terms of the deal remain the same, just give me the Horn of Doom and I'll let both of you out right away."

Xiaohu stood up and looked at the donkey, then looked at his sister beside him, shook his head, took out a sandwich from the basket and sat down.

There was no other way, really no other way. He could neither kill his sister nor the donkey by himself.

"I'm not in a hurry. I can wait slowly. It will be quiet when everyone has left. I just found a good thing in the empty market and I plan to study it."

The donkey took out a small box from his arms. The box was not big, about the size of a piece of toast. The oak shell was covered with shiny copper. There was a verbena-shaped inscription on the lock of the box, and two letters "AH" were engraved in the center of the inscription.

(End of this chapter)