"What?"

Klein was stunned for a moment, then his expression suddenly changed: "What is your name?"

"Uh, John..." The little boy said cautiously, not knowing exactly what he said that offended the other person.

"John, John, oh~ John." Klein thought over and over again and finally felt relieved.

john

Jon

It sounds so similar.

Klein felt a little sorry for himself.

How much torture do you have to endure and how many pitfalls do you have to go through before you have a stress reaction to a name?

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Back to business.

Little John really knows his way around this place.

He took the initiative to introduce Klein: "Fan Wen's mother is a well-known good person in the nearby blocks. She often gives out some rye bread for free. Although the taste is not very good, eating it is better than going hungry."

"In the past, I mean that before the glory of the benevolent 'God of the Original and Last Days' shone in the East District, many children could not survive, so they would work in a bakery for a few days to earn some pocket money."

"The God of the First and the Last"?

Who gave me this unfortunate name?

Suppressing the unreasonable thoughts in his mind, Klein asked: "According to you, that woman should be very wealthy, right? Otherwise, where would there be so much spare money to donate to the emergency?"

Little John shook his head repeatedly: "Fan Wen's mother herself wears patched clothes. Her dark green skirt has not been changed for several years...and her husband, Uncle Rick, injured his waist while working in a factory in his early years.

, you must rely on a wheelchair to move around, and you are definitely not a rich person."

"You can be so kind even though you are in so many difficulties. Ha, I'm getting more and more curious now." Klein said with a smile.

Little John seemed to hear something and turned his head timidly.

However, what I saw was Klein's poker face.

The ferocious temperament of the 'White Wolf' was as sharp as the north wind. Children who grew up in slums had never seen this before, and they were immediately frightened and dared not speak.

Klein scratched the opponent's little head with his rough hands: "Lead the way well and don't think about what's going on."

Little John was trembling and did not dare to speak.

The whole journey was speechless.

The two wandered around the narrow and cramped streets until they finally arrived at a bakery with a wooden signboard at the end of Jiuchang Street.

"Okay, it's none of your business here."

Klein put his hands in his pockets and said condescendingly: "Remember, kid, be strict with your mouth. This will save you from trouble."

He tilted his head slightly, as if he remembered something, and then said: "Also, don't show off your cleverness to strangers anymore, just to catch up with my good mood today, otherwise..."

As he spoke, he sneered.

OK, successfully leading the villain to defeat Meow cast a shadow on this child's mind.

Little John was sent away at will.

Klein looked around, then quietly took off his citrine bracelet and performed a divination for himself. Feeling that there was no danger, he strode closer.

Push the door open and enter.

The inside of the bakery is no better than the outside.

The cabinets and furnishings are old and worn, and they are repaired and repaired whenever possible.

Fortunately it's quite clean.

Klein noticed that there was very little dust here, let alone flies and cockroaches.

Klein couldn't help but admire in his heart.

Behind the counter, the woman wearing a dark green dress had a dark complexion and looked like she was used to doing heavy work. She showed a simple smile and said, "Welcome, what do you want to buy?"

"Are you 'Mom Fan Wen'?" Klein asked without speaking, minding his own business.

Fan Wen was stunned for a moment and said truthfully: "It's me, sir, what do you want from me?"

"Heh." Klein sneered, "You should know best why I came to you."

He rubbed the hilt of the sword behind his back, "A friendly reminder, it has something to do with the evil god you believe in."

As soon as she heard this, Fan Wen's expression changed immediately and she stuttered: "You...what are you talking about? I don't understand."

"I really don't understand, so I'm just pretending not to understand." Klein didn't want to push the other party too much, so he suddenly lowered his voice: "Don't worry, I'm a clergy member of the church who specializes in handling this kind of incident. I'll tell you everything you know.

Tell me and the merciful God will forgive your sins."

"Church..." Fan Wen seemed frightened by Klein's words.

She hesitated, her face turning from green to white, and then from white to red.

Finally, I finally made up my mind, slumped down on the chair behind the counter, covered my face with my hands, and sobbed softly: "I have no choice, I need money so much."

The story is very simple.

Almost a year ago, Fan Wen met a beautiful and kind-hearted lady by chance on her way back from receiving relief.

After getting to know each other, she first showed great sympathy for Fan Wen's fate.

Then through various methods, Fan Wen came into contact with a god named "Original".

The kind lady told Fan Wen that for some unexplainable reasons, the "original" was sleeping, waiting for the awakening of devout believers.

At that time, He will bestow supreme grace and glory.

to be honest.

It's just like telecommunications fraud.

Let me first tell you how good the prospects are to get you to join us.

Once you join, you will fall into a deep pit.

This trick is especially effective for certain groups of people who are uneducated and think they are literate.

Although Fan Wen is kind.

But given the environment in which she grew up, it was impossible for her to read.

so--

Under the temptation of white bread, pâté and sausage, and a stable life.

She became a Christian.

Became a peripheral member of the Witch Sect.

Never underestimate the status of peripheral personnel.

Precisely because it does not involve extraordinary fields, it is more secretive.

The Witch Sect, which had disappeared since the Great Smog Incident, took root again in Backlund.

If it weren't for his brother's peach blossom incident, which made Klein do some divination on a whim, he would never have imagined that someone had touched his hometown.

You know, the headquarters of the Church of Fools is now located in the East District!

"It's no wonder...the name of 'Original' has been taken up by fools. If the Witch Sect can be willing to do so, then there will be ghosts."

Klein thought to himself: "After the Great Smog Incident, the Church of Fools rose up and attracted enough hatred. Those witches don't dare to provoke behemoths like the Church of Night and the Church of Storms, so why not take it out on the 'newborn'."

He never imagined that one day he would be treated as a soft persimmon by others.

That's what it says.

The power of the Witch Sect is not weak at all.

Even though the true God they believe in has lost his authority, personality and uniqueness, he has not returned from the Kingdom of God in the starry sky, and is still staying well.

"The successor to the saint, the angel and the king of angels, now wants to take the half-broken god as his opponent." Klein smiled bitterly in his heart.

However, it's not that scary.

Fan Wen is still telling the story: "It was peaceful at first, and then they started to arrange some simple tasks for me. After completing them, they would give me some reward every time."

She stared at Klein with a miserable expression: "Sir, I must live. I have a paralyzed husband and three children who are not yet adults."

Klein was unmoved.

Of course, I just maintain my character by being unmoved on the surface.

He understands Fan Wen.

Put yourself in someone else’s shoes.

He probably couldn't resist the temptation of the witch.
To be continued...