Chapter 655 Ch654 The Chivalrous Cult
Chapter 655 Ch.654 A chivalrous and righteous cult
For the Inquisition, or other Crown God sects, it is not surprising that there is a cult that is "chivalrous and righteous" - many cults are also "chivalrous and righteous" at the beginning, using the banner of "doing good" to cover up the bloodshed in private .
"Silver Spindle" is the best example.
Therefore, there is nothing surprising about the "tea party" for the ritualists.
The good people in the Supervision Bureau joked in their spare time that this was another cult trying to promote that it had a 'true god'.
They deceive those citizens who are having a hard time, sucking away their few beliefs and wealth, only to tear off the mask at the last moment, revealing the ferocity under the beauty.
There are many reasons.
For example, for money, for sacrifice, for faith, for developing believers...
The coverage is very broad.
Unfortunately, none of them guessed correctly.
——After all, no one would think that the reason that pushes an organization to the edge of danger is "I miss you."
It's just that this girl used some not very 'appropriate' but effective enough methods... to attract the other party's attention.
That’s all.
When Roland and Xander finished their 'talk', the matter ended here: of course, it meant not to let it continue to 'deteriorate'.
The words and deeds of the masked "thugs" have been burned into the minds of the citizens who witnessed the happy event, and no one can take back this frightening and exciting memory - in other words, the "tea party" became famous.
"Rabid dogs" and "thugs" became famous.
Their "specious" "gods" that have no concrete image at all are also famous.
Eyes in mist.
——As for the image behind the fog...
Use your imagination, folks.
So, it didn't take a few days.
Similar rumors circulated 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 my own eyes, my son, my lover, and I witnessed it with our own eyes - it doesn’t matter what eyes we use to witness it, the workers who smashed the beer glasses just wanted to prove themselves to their fellow workers. It’s the truth:
Indeed, I saw the 'cultist' who wore a terrifying mask and acted chivalrously.
They vividly described the scene at that time, including the quack doctor and charlatan's wailing, begging for mercy, and screaming, the creaking of tree branches and street lamps, and even some people around them applauding quietly in the dark.
It was also at this time that the vocabulary of workers was almost as rich as that of literary giants in history:
This is the most simple language that is closest to earth, body odor and excrement. It is also the noblest, most generous and least valued word of the Holy Spirit.
certainly.
Masters and pastors have always been good at misinterpreting the words of the Holy Spirit, otherwise they would not regard "let all 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 not interesting, cults that kill people are not interesting - cults that help poor people...
It's so interesting.
Rose said that she was like a horse that had eaten fifty pounds of fodder but had no time to excrete, and that her whole body was about to explode with excitement.
She hurriedly invited (threatened) Halida, and the two of them murmured, and on a dark and windy night, they used the same method to hang the factory owner and his son upside down - the one who had been raped. The father and son who were textile workers were not punished.
Now, they get it.
Although no life was harmed, after Rose wrote down their crimes in writing (Xiandel helped), Halida, who was skilled in sewing, mixed ink and inserted a needle into the skin that could be seen or On the invisible skin——
Not to mention the consequences of such behavior.
What happened to the father and son was not good.
Although everyone is doing some obscene and shameless things, everyone also knows that this is a bad thing that cannot be put on the table.
The father and son were rescued early the next morning, but were ostracized and criticized by almost everyone in the following days——
Long-time newspaper commentators lambasted him, writing 'What happened to our empire? ’
The gentlemen criticized him, saying that "too quick wealth has caused a loss of morality." ’
The ladies criticized him, saying, 'Look down at these poor people! ’
In short, even the priest holding the Holy Child has to be busy while dipping in ink and writing 'Word! Virtue! perish! funeral! ’
Since your evil deeds are exposed to the sun, don't blame everyone for blaming you.
Immediately afterwards.
The topic extended from the father and son to needles and the acupuncture words on their skins. The good needlework skills made some smart people start to think about whether this will be the next trend of gold pounds hanging around.
They talked about factories, passed down stories about the young new rich whose gold pounds had not yet carried the weight of history, and commented on their bad tempers, poor manners, and low morals. At the same time, we also speculated on which other factories and people who were ‘able to do bad things’ were really doing dirty things in private——
People were panicked for a while.
In the past few days, the business in Huajie has been much less.
certainly.
The most famous one is the "Tea Party".
This was originally just the crazy longing and crazy boring behavior of the two women, but it was inevitably cast into a more mysterious color in everyone's discussion.
Although their original intention was not this, and they never considered doing chivalry...
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but.
According to Rose, she has heard that many citizens, after privately praying to the Father of All Things, will also 'incidentally' pray to the 'God of Bronze Eyes in the Mist' - and they think that the latter one is better than The former one is more 'useful'.
At least the priests of Holy Cross didn't hang up the factory owners who had killed them in the middle of the night.
They would only kiss their beautiful sons kindly.
"Talk about gods, talk about the world, talk about politics, talk about society, talk about inheritance, talk about morality."
Roland listened to the news read by Halida.
"It just didn't talk about the murdered couple."
He knocked on the tea table and recalled the 'god in the mist' created by Rose and Xander - to this day, he still felt a little unreasonably ashamed.
This is so strange.
Now, there are actually people praying to him in private.
Those golden eyes.
"...Mr. Collins," the maid whispered from behind: "We have brought them hope, which... is a good thing."
"Of course it's a good thing, Halida. I'm just dissatisfied that they have to tease me."
The young man in the tie looked slightly distressed.
——Although in the eyes of the maid, her master, who has a strong body (maid welfare), handsome face, and always mixes humor with gentleness, is definitely worthy of the title of 'god'.
When he buttoned up his waistcoat, put on his coat and cloak, and stood in the sun with his silver staff in hand, he looked like a knight living in modern times but with a retro spirit in his chest.
The maid with little knowledge could only describe her master in this way.
She thinks he deserves this...
Although Halida herself did not agree with it, Miss Xander continued her too ‘detailed’ dissemination:
For example, let’s vividly describe the appearance of the ‘god’——
Black hair, golden eyes, the ancient unknown god who stole the beauty of the cradle of flesh and blood...
This would cause big trouble for Mr. Collins.
Fortunately…
Sir convinced her.
Just up to the eyes.
"You always win over those who oppose you, Mr. Collins."
She wanted to express that Roland, as the leader of the "tea party", has extraordinary personal charm.
But Roland's expression was a little strange:
"ah."
He clenched his palms.
"...Just think of it as 'persuasion'."