"Is this a prophecy?"

Karen looked at this painting and thought for a long time.

He did not believe that Mr. Bede would paint a painting purely symbolizing love for himself. If this was the case, he should give it to Piaget.

The meaning in the painting is also very clear. The position of the lofty wall god that Linda ran for has been replaced by Piaget.

It’s clear that Piaget is the next generation wall god.

However, this explicit statement also has the meaning of playing house, which is a bit too sloppy and simple. However, using "God" to play house seems very disrespectful. After all, the biggest taboo of believers is blasphemy against God.

Moreover, there is a hidden clue hidden in it, which can predict who will be the painter of the next generation of wall gods... How should his status be defined?

This inevitably leads to a paradox: only the next generation of Wall Gods can predict who the next generation of Wall Gods will be, but he predicts someone else?

Karen looked through the window at the two figures walking towards the end of the street carrying large and small bags. For a moment, he didn't know whether he should have a solemn expression or a relaxed smile.

"It seems that we should have less contact with people from the Wall God Sect. Not only are they mentally ill themselves, they are also good at influencing others to become insane."

Rolling up the painting and putting it in his pocket, Karen walked to the front desk first, where Muri was standing there ready to pay.

"I'll do it."

Karen put his hand on Murry's shoulder.

Muri turned to look at Karen and said with a smile: "I don't intend to fight with you. I just came to ask for a few more bottles of good wine and two good cigarettes."

The waiter at the front desk brought the cigarettes and wine over, but because they were so expensive, there was a seal attached to them, which needed to be opened in front of the customer.

"Are you crazy? It's not easy to reimburse this." Karen scolded with a smile.

"So, I originally wanted to take it in secretly and give you a surprise when you check out after eating."

Several waiters at the front desk looked at the two of them and asked, "Sir, do you still need to unseal it?"

Mu Li pointed at Karen and said, "Ask him."

Karen nodded and said: "Open it."

"Okay, sir."

Karen took out the order coupon and asked: "Calculate the bills for both private rooms."

Mu Li took the cigarette and wine and asked: "Why, are you afraid that I will continue to light it? It is enough. No need to light it. I can take half of it back and smoke it slowly and drink it slowly."

"Just by the way."

"Don't worry, no one is competing with our captain to pay the bill. Everyone obeys the captain's orders, haha."

When checking out, Karen glanced at the bill and silently took out a few more coupons from his pocket to top it up.

After returning to the private room, everyone had almost eaten. Now they mainly drank, smoked and chatted, and soon got into the topic of the next plan.

Murray suggested: "Let's raise funds together to buy a building in York City. We can live together. It will be much easier to go on missions and communicate in the future."

Karen couldn't help but think of the apartment she used to live in, Allen's Apartment.

"Leave it to me to arrange this matter."

Ask Allen Manor to clear out a building in that apartment complex and arrange it specifically for his subordinates to live there. This way it will be close to his funeral club, making it easier to deploy manpower.

"Thank you Captain!"

"Haha, captain is the best."

Karen smiled and nodded. If there were any funerals in the future, there would be more people to help;

The young masters of the Benda family will carry your coffin, the future officers of the Knights will pave the way for you, and a row of real priests will sing elegies for you. This kind of spectacle is worth paying for.

"After our Whip of Order team is established and everyone gathers in York City, we will be very busy. I hope everyone can be mentally prepared for this.

We will not discuss the deeper purpose of the high-level reform in formulating this reform for the time being, but it is undeniable that this Whip of Order team specially formed by outstanding young people will definitely become a star team in the hands of each region.

If we do it well, it will be easier for us to achieve results, and the future road will be smoother. If we do it poorly, any failure in the spotlight will be magnified, so this is both pressure and motivation.

But I believe in our strength and our quality. We are still young, and being young means unlimited possibilities.

Believe me, believe in ourselves, the future Cult of Kosmos will be ours! Cheers!"

"cheers!"

"cheers!"

…

The dinner lasted until 3:30 in the afternoon. After everyone left the restaurant and got on the carriage, no one wanted to go back so early. Of course, since Richard was not here, no one suggested going to the studio to experience the local customs.

Finally, at the suggestion of Bart and Mas, the carriage drove out of the city, but did not turn towards the mission camp, but towards the Gate of Reincarnation.

I didn't take a close look at it the day I came back, but now I can actually appreciate the "relics" of the battlefield.

The preliminary battlefield sorting work has been completed, and it is impossible to see any injured people now, but the work of processing the corpses is far from over.

Not only the remains of undead creatures, but also the remains of many priests. The processing of this part is very critical and time-consuming.

Of course, this is not about respect for the corpse, but about "recycling".

Basically every church has regulations for recycling the remains of priests of the religion. The remains of priests with different strengths, different routes and different degrees of damage have different requirements for recycling.

When the carriage drove over, what they saw were groups of reincarnation believers carrying and sorting the corpses.

Everyone in the carriage was observing the surroundings with a "visiting" mentality. Even the two girls, Ashley and Blanche, didn't have any tears in their eyes. Instead, they felt it was very novel.

"When I came back that day, I didn't find so many dead people," Murry said.

Bart reminded: "This does not include the bodies that have not been preserved and those that have been recovered. The real death data will only be more."

Maas said: "We also need to consider the injured. This is a different level of war. The injured are likely to be contaminated, both physically and mentally."

Karen said: "If you want to know the specific data, you can ask Captain Groven when you get back. They should have made more accurate statistics."

How much the Reincarnation Cult has suffered this time is what other religious sects are most concerned about.

"Hey!"

Someone outside shouted to the carriage.

Karen stuck his head out and saw Rango.

"Stop."

The carriage stopped, Karen got out of the car, and Lange came over and asked with a smile:

"What, come to see the fun?"

"No, I came here to pay homage to the battlefield."

"Don't be so hypocritical. If the same thing happened to Order, I probably wouldn't be able to help but look at the corpses of Order priests everywhere."

"Then you probably can't see it. Our Cult of Kosmos takes in corpses very quickly."

"Uh, hahaha." Lange laughed, "I've been in the door for a long time, and I never heard this kind of black joke between churches."

"I'm not lying to you. Although I won't be sad about the deaths and injuries of the Reincarnation God Cult, I have no interest in slandering or making fun of them. I respect everyone who dares to fight when facing gods, well, including undead creatures."

"I can understand what you mean, but I can also feel the danger in your words. What are you comparing God to?"

"Except for the gods of our religion, other gods are the targets that we need to be prepared to defeat, right?"

"You are looking for compensation."

"Well, yes."

"Actually, the world inside the door is quite good. This time it was an accident."

"Then why did you come out?"

"I don't know. I didn't expect that the place I had always wanted to escape from would start to miss me right after I escaped."

Karen pointed to the Door of Reincarnation in the distance and said, "The door is not closed yet. You can think of a way to go back."

"The door has the ability to distinguish the souls coming in and out. If you want to break the rules, you will suffer a heavy price, unless you are powerful enough to bend the rules.

By the way, I just received the news that the Cult of Kosmos asked me to reincarnate to increase the number of young people who go to the Cult of Kosmos to study and exchange. You, the Cult of Kosmos, will really take advantage of the situation."

"I think this reflects a kind of humanistic care. Even when the Reincarnation Religion was hit hard, it was still able to enthusiastically help you cultivate young people. This is a symbol of mutual trust, mutual help and lasting friendship within the church circle."

"Have you memorized all those useless clichés at the beginning of the official letter?"

"Haha, what's wrong? Not only will your young people come to study abroad for free, but they will probably also be given a subsidy. The amount of the subsidy may make many Order Priests jealous."

"There is no love given in vain. The more you give now, the more you want to earn back in the future. However, I plan to go to the Cult of Kosmos to exchange and learn."

"I think it will be difficult for you to get in. Even if you get in, you will be arranged 'emphasis'."

"This is not a big problem. I still have the original owner of this body alive and can use it when the time comes. I originally thought you would invite me, but I read the recent public letter issued by your Kosmos Cult.

A batch of young people, including those during the selection process, will form the Whip of Order squad."

"I'm not that familiar with you."

"But I think I can use it, don't you?"

"No, you are not suitable."
To be continued...