Chapter 546 Ordinary Adventurer (2)

? After nightfall, Caesar walked across the arched bridge made of stone, preparing to participate in the assembly of worshipers,

There are so-called upper and lower classes of residents in any country. The gap between the rich and the poor makes them seem to live in different worlds. The Xibei Bay Tavern is located in a slum where the sun is hard to see all day long, which is different from the business district that is still prosperous after nightfall. , the night here can almost be said to be deserted, only during the period when sneaky criminals come and go. 35xs

However, the situation today is different from the past. Caesar noticed that there are sporadic people in the front and back, and the destination seems to be the same as his. These guys seem to have made an appointment. They are all wearing long robes that cover their bodies, and their faces are covered by black hoods. Here, keep a distance from each other and guard each other.

Caesar strolled leisurely, following a pedestrian full of religious aura without haste, the team passed through a block, turned left and then right, and entered the dilapidated shop deep in the slums——Sibei Bay tavern.

In his impression, gatherings in taverns are generally lively gatherings with a large number of people, but after entering the tavern, Caesar found that this is not the case. The tavern at night is bleak and deserted, and there are not many customers inside, sitting quietly in their respective positions When drinking, a waiter stood at the front desk, wiping the glass in his hand attentively and patiently.

"What do you want to drink?" The waiter raised his head to greet Caesar, then smiled slightly apologetically, and added: "There are few people today, so we may not be able to make a game."

Caesar looked around, but he didn't see the person who was following him before, so he asked, "Where is the person who came in last?"

The waiter was silent for a few seconds: "What do you want him for?"

"I'm here to attend the rally." Caesar took out the papyrus flyer he had received earlier.

Some kind of perception spell was triggered, and the tavern waiter in the slums was actually a hidden spellcaster. He was surveying Caesar's physical condition at this moment. Of course, because the gap between the two was too large, it was impossible for the waiter to obtain Any real information about Caesar.

After getting the information that Caesar wanted to show, the attendant, who was originally showing vigilance, smiled again, and raised his chin behind Caesar: "Wright, bring this gentleman in."

A man who looked like a drinker who was originally sitting on the seat stood up, walked to Caesar, and nodded to him in a friendly way: "Come with me."

He led Caesar to the kitchen of the tavern, then down the stairs, stopped in the basement storeroom, and tapped on the dusty and cracked walls.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The slow and loud knocking echoed, and Caesar realized that it was a secret door. What happened after he entered the tavern surprised him. He did not expect that this "gathering" was not as loose as it seemed on the surface. These guys who worshiped him A kind of organization that cannot be underestimated has been formed, which is rigorous and cautious in doing things, and there are also professionals joining.

How can such an organization spread leaflets on the street to recruit members? This random way of development is incompatible with their current cautiousness.

The wall door was pulled open, revealing a dark and deep passage. The person who opened the door for them met Wright's eyes and nodded to each other. Caesar did not show any special emotions, and followed the other person into the passage without looking at him.

The tunnel is very deep, winding all the way down. Although braziers are placed every twenty meters or so for lighting, it is still dark and damp. Ropes, stakes and other sundries piled up randomly on the side, let them emit an unpleasant smell of retting.

After turning a corner again, the space ahead suddenly opened up. The builder here dug a huge cave underground and decorated it like an altar and palace. A black dragon statue stood proudly against the wall.

It spread its huge wings, sticking out its neck and lowering its head. The scales on its neck are fully visible. The height of its fierce head is less than two people from the ground. People on the altar can even touch its ferocious sharpness by tiptoeing tooth.

The statue alone is worth a fortune!

At this moment, many people have gathered in the underground palace, chatting in groups of three or four. Most of these people are wearing black robes, and some are wearing masks of different shapes.

"A new face, is it a new member?"

A woman wandering around the entrance of the underground palace noticed Caesar who had just arrived, and smiled at him after getting a positive answer from the guide: "Welcome, welcome."

Caesar noticed that she was wearing a badge on her chest, which painted him very ugly, and her head and forelegs were a bit deformed, not even as majestic and realistic as the statue in the underground palace. At the same time, he saw two guards carrying came out with a plank, and passed Caesar.

Lying on it was a corpse, covered in black and blue, with shriveled muscles and a frozen expression of pain before death. The corpse had shrunk so badly that there was no blood or vitality left in it, as if it had been sucked dry by something.

The guard noticed Caesar's eyes and covered the corpse with a black cloth.

"This is a lamb." The woman who spoke to him explained: "When necessary, we are all lambs. As long as we can please the Black Emperor, we will not hesitate to sacrifice our lives."

Caesar withdrew his gaze from staring at the corpse, with a strange expression on his face: "Do you really worship 'Him' so much?"

"Of course." The woman showed a reasonable expression: "The Black Emperor is the savior, the only true god of Elradia, and he will lead his followers and servants to sweep across the entire continent, subverting the original corrupt world and recasting order. "

After hearing the woman's words, several believers next to her nodded repeatedly, and someone added: "I am already disappointed in the Andri Kingdom. The stupid royal family and nobles are no longer able to lead the people forward. We urgently need the salvation of the Black Wing Empire."

"Before that, the temples of those false gods must disappear first." Someone suggested.

A cool breeze came, the candles in the grotto hall flickered, and everyone was silent immediately. A masked man stepped onto the altar and began to preach. He claimed that the Black Emperor is the supreme true god who controls life, death and the world of darkness, the dead ancient dragon The resurrected incarnation of the god Calankarat, who was crucified in the bottomless ocean of the underworld in his previous life, opened his eyes again after thousands of years. At the same time, the masked man also told many anecdotes about Caesar that he did not even know Strange thing.

In the end, the envoy of the masked man put forward a task to the believers, requiring them to collect 30,000 gold coins and five "lambs" for sacrifice at the next meeting.

"I said that I obviously didn't send infiltration forces to the kingdoms in the river, so why did I suddenly have a group of fanatical believers." Caesar lamented in his heart, "It turned out to be a fraudulent organization in my name."

You damn guys... Heilong's good mood suddenly turned into a bad mood.

"enough!"

Just when Caesar was thinking about how to crush the group of guys on and off the stage to death, a young man who was obviously attending the rally for the first time jumped up, pointed at the masked angel and said loudly: "Shut up, you ignorant My fellow, put away your stupid and ridiculous lies, the Dark Emperor owns the entire northern empire, how could he be interested in a mere 30,000 gold coins? You dare not reveal your true face, you have to pay the price for your lies."

Caesar scratched his head. It seems that there are not all liars here. There are also rational and devout believers. This young man who couldn't help but speak out was obviously out of anger, thinking that the masked man oracle insulted the noble black emperor. All kinds of swear words burst out one after another, and greeted the masked man with the most vicious curse.

The crowd suddenly surged up, the newcomers took it as a show, and many showed their approval, while the old believers walked up angrily, wanting to punish the young man for his disrespect, nailing him to a cross and burning him to death .

The masked god envoy stopped everyone. He didn't look angry, and said calmly, "Ignorant child, do you know that I am a descendant of the Black King? What gave you the courage to dare to question my sanctity."

Under the gaze of everyone, the young man was still confident: "Am I wrong?"

Caesar watched this scene with great interest. The young man's words awakened everyone present. He really wanted to know how this so-called "blood of the black king" would prove his identity.

"Very well, you don't need to repent, and you don't need to beg for forgiveness." The envoy said lightly, "Because I will tell the black emperor that a lamb is waiting for his visit, and I will just let you see it..."

He looked at all the believers present: "The magnificent figure of our Lord."

The masked man took out a small ball from under the black robe, carefully and piously placed it on the solid ground of the altar, the ball immediately began to pulse, shining black light, as if there was a cloud of black mist in it Brewing boils.

The cold wind swept through the underground cave, and people fell to their knees tremblingly. Suddenly, the small ball could no longer withstand the powerful energy inside, and it burst into pieces, and a black smoke with acrid and pungent smell floated out from the small ball. , continuously rolled upwards, the black smoke continued to surge, and finally a shape appeared.

"Who is calling my name?"

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