From the Esoteric Cult Family to the Kingdom of God

"En'er, you send this spear to the Fisher family."

In the blacksmith shop, old Raymond ordered his apprentice to send the newly forged spear to the Fisher family in the south city.

For two years, the Fisher family and the blacksmith shop have cooperated very well, and all things that need to be forged are handled by old Raymond's blacksmith shop.

Raymond's son Xiu is a middle-aged man of 1.9 meters tall, with extremely strong muscles all over his body. He was stunned for a while, and after a long silence, he said:

"Father, have you forgotten? En'er actually left a few days ago. He said he would go to work in the factory in Fein City."

Old Raymond frowned tightly. En'er, the oldest apprentice, has been with him for more than ten years. He couldn't get used to the other's departure for a while.

"That place called a factory is simply a weird thing. It's a mess to gather a group of people from all over the place to work?"

Xiu didn't comment. The so-called factory is indeed a novel concept. It is said that it is something that came from the empire.

But everyone felt that the factory model would not last long, because no one had done that for thousands of years, and the family-by-family model would always continue.

Old Raymond suddenly saw the obese mayor walking hurriedly through the streets with a dozen servants.

What was that greedy and corrupt guy doing, and why did he bring so many people to the streets?

Old Raymond subconsciously felt disgusted. The mayor had exploited every powerless household in the town, and they were no exception.

Since the blacksmith shop and the Fisher family had a close relationship, the mayor no longer bothered them, as if he had never received money from the blacksmith shop.

The mayor came to the jungle outside Nasir Town, and the servants were all nervous when they saw the natives coming out of the dense forest, especially wary of the burly middle-aged priest.

The middle-aged priest waved his hand, and the mayor walked over with him without hesitation, with anger on his face.

He whispered, "I have already provided the children this year, and you promised me not to do anything else. Why are you calling me now?"

The annual agreement to provide sacrifices has lasted for several years, and the mayor is under great pressure. Although he knows that he is protecting Nasir, the ignorant townspeople will never understand what he is doing.

The middle-aged priest's eyes are cold, and his words are like sharp blades.

"Have you forgotten the promise you broke two years ago?"

The mayor trembled all over. It was true. The two children of the Fisher family are still living in Nasir with a swagger, and even the older sister Irene has grown up.

In addition, the old priest who came to perform the ceremony of the Blood Cult that year has also disappeared.

The transaction object they set back then was the life and soul of the siblings.

The mayor has been worried about this matter, and he was relieved until recently. He thought that the jungle natives who were deeply involved in the civil strife would no longer care about the past.

The middle-aged priest with scars on his face said, "Blood, you can only use blood to avenge. We East Coast people have always been principled in doing things."

"I'll give you a chance to make up for it. Tomorrow night, transfer all the patrol members from the town."

The mayor's pupils shrank instantly, and he asked tremblingly, "What exactly are you going to do?"

The middle-aged priest immediately made a promise, and said in a very cold tone as if he was going to slaughter livestock: "Our revenge target is only the Fisher family."

The mayor still asked, "Are you really sure that it was Fisher's people who killed the old priest?"

The middle-aged priest nodded and replied indifferently, "There is no doubt, because that was the answer given by the Lord of Blood himself, and you have to know that it happened that not long after that night, the girl from the Fisher family became a transcendent."

The mayor lowered his head and hesitated, and was unable to answer for a long time.

Many towns and villages around the East Coast have been looted by jungle natives, and only Nasir has not been a target for more than ten years. People above believe that the mayor has superb governance ability.

But he understood the dirty deal inside, and knew that more and more of his handles were in the hands of the natives, and he had no way to refuse.

"Okay, I promise you." The mayor sighed several times like a deflated ball.

"The negotiation went well."

The middle-aged priest's voice was very cold, and he was very disgusted with the mayor who betrayed his compatriots. He wanted to spit on the face of this fat fool and pull out every lowly bone of his.

Fortunately, he is not my compatriot.

The mayor suddenly said very solemnly: "When the time comes, can you give me some of the things you looted in the town?"

——

In the courtyard of the Fisher family, Lucius looked at the ten well-armed guards and nodded. The basic cooperation actions were already well coordinated.

He equipped the ten family guards with long spears and breastplates. Compared with short-handled weapons, long-handled weapons have unique advantages and are easier to master and use.

Byrne adjusted his glasses. He was thin and put on many layers of clothes before he dared to come out of the house to the courtyard. Even after mastering the power of the sequence, his physical condition was barely catching up with that of ordinary people.

"Father, why are you recruiting new guards again this month?"

Since the confirmation of the civil strife among the jungle natives a year ago, the number of guards of the Fisher family has been reduced to five, and the income and expenditure situation has improved a lot instantly.

But now Lucius has recruited five veterans again, and the salary to be paid has increased again.

"Because those jungle natives may appear again, we must take precautions in advance."

Lucius answered calmly, but Byrne couldn't understand it at all, because in the whole two years, those jungle natives only appeared in Nasir Town once, and were easily dealt with by his father, and that was more than a year ago.

"Father, do we really need to bear this extra expense?"

Lucius shook his head and said in a tone that did not allow for doubt: "Byrne, you don't understand at all. If something goes wrong, there will be no chance to regret."

Byrne sighed and said: "Then the purchase of the second-level extraordinary materials will be delayed for a long time."

Lucius looked at his hands silently. Now the first-level potion has been completely digested.

As long as he gets enough extraordinary materials to reach the second-level spirituality, he can ask the Lord of Lost to grant him stronger power.

By then, his basic strength will be comparable to the traditional extraordinary people of the "Origin Upper" level, which is undoubtedly a very important goal.

The family's resources are never enough, and short-term investment and long-term investment are always difficult choices.

He still said firmly: "Our Fisher family is far from strong enough. Only caution and secrecy are the most important principles."

"Byrne, your problem is that you always look too far ahead, but often ignore the crisis in front of you."

"Okay, okay, don't say it, I understand."

Byrne no longer thought about refuting his father, but returned to his room and took out a thick black book from the bookcase.

The content written on the black book is about the Orthodox Church on the Oden Continent.

The five major Orthodox Churches are the Church of Redemption, the Church of the Sun, the Church of Order, the Church of Storms, and the Silver Moon Church. They have been passed down for thousands of years and are powerful forces that cannot be ignored on the Oden Continent.

Byrne murmured to himself: "Church rules, classics, positions, if we really want to establish a church, there should be a lot of things to learn."

Both his father and Irene once lamented that there are too few trustworthy and capable people in the Fisher family at present.

They also thought about what to do if there are extra gifts in the future.

Byrne vaguely felt that perhaps they could learn from the blood cult of the natives and establish a secret cult that worships the Lord of the Lost.

But how to ensure the loyalty of believers, how not to be discovered by the Orthodox Church, and what the specific rules and regulations are, he felt complicated and headache just thinking about it.

Whether it was Irene or Lucius, they would feel drowsy as long as they read, but Byrne became more energetic the more he read, and he didn't want to fall asleep until late at night.

"I still have too few books. I have read many books several times. Alas, and the ability that greatly improves my memory is also a hateful curse in a sense."

Byrne heard that the emperor of the empire collected a large number of books and planned to set up a place called "Library" for the nobles and senior citizens of the empire to read. He felt that he must go to the empire to see it once in his lifetime.

Suddenly, he felt a thought from the bottom of his heart.

As if his body fell into the depths of the sea, he felt an almost suffocating sense of oppression. Byrne subconsciously stood up and couldn't help trembling all over his body!

That was the warning of the Lord of the Lost!

Some terrible danger is coming!

——

Carl's consciousness overlooked the town from a God's perspective, and he noticed dozens of sneaky people moving towards the direction of Fisher's house.

He zoomed in and immediately found that these people disguised as merchants had black facial lines on their faces, and they were obviously jungle natives who believed in the bloody devil!

It was incredible that so many jungle natives sneaked into the town late at night, and Carl soon found that there was no trace of the patrol team in the town.

It's bad, it seems that the insider in Nasir Town has done something, and that person can transfer the patrol team in the town, which means that the insider's status is definitely not low.

While thinking, Carl quickly warned several people in Fisher's family.

Lucius woke up from his sleep, and his agile body came under the bed like a catapult, and quickly picked up a white whistle on the pillow and blew it!

"Shh!!!!"

The crisp whistle penetrated the air and echoed in the street!