An ordinary carriage parked quietly on the side of the road.
The car curtain was opened, and a pair of clear green eyes curiously looked at the building in front of them.
"Mrs. Stass..." In the carriage, Metana gently fanned herself. The weather was not cold now, but it was a fashionable trend for upper-class ladies to carry a hand fan with them for decoration.
At this time, Metana used a fan to cover half of her face below the nose and lowered her voice: "Is this right here?"
"Yes, my dearest Maytana... the Mormons is a magical gathering. I promise you will find it well worth your money."
Mrs. Stas had graciously changed into the robe used by assembly members and put on a silver mask in front of Metana.
"I just feel...somewhat inexplicably...exciting!"
Metana giggled, her eyes filled with a little girl's desire for adventure and eagerness to try.
'That's it...that's it...'
Mrs. Stass looked at this scene, like a hunter who sees her prey about to step into a trap, and her heart is filled with joy: 'Let you seduce my little Lubin regardless of life and death... sink into the abyss with me!'
She didn't know what she thought of, but her cheeks suddenly turned crimson. Fortunately, she was wearing a mask and no outsiders could see her.
"Well, since Mrs. Stass and you are both members, of course I believe...is this the legendary secret gathering? How interesting."
Metana smiled and changed into her robe, revealing her beautiful figure, which made Mrs. Stass feel a little jealous on her face, but she still assured her: "Well, it's very safe here, and you can get in touch with real supernatural beings."
Where’s the strength?”
'Oh……'
Under the mask, the corners of Metana's mouth were also raised, revealing a sarcastic smile: "This stupid woman... I have never heard of the Moro Goddess before. I hired a private detective to investigate, and I found out that she is a liar."
What a farce!'
'This stupid woman is stupid enough to believe in a god made up by a liar. It seems that the Stars family is destined to decline in the future... However, it is quite interesting to appreciate her ugliness. This trip is still worth it.
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Metana stroked her diamond necklace, feeling full of confidence.
Her understanding of the hidden world and mysticism is far superior to that of Mrs. Stass, because she comes from a glorious aristocratic family, has an ancient inheritance, and is even an extraordinary person in her own right!
Some things she encountered recently made her feel very depressed and heavy.
A rare invitation from Mrs. Stas made her interested in watching the clown show.
'I heard that this leader of the 'Mormon Church' also likes to trick women into sleeping with each other... Haha... Should I call the police immediately and let Mrs. Stas make a big scandal? Once such a dishonorable thing happens,
I'm afraid Mr. Knock will jump off the building... This is really... so unfortunate and exciting!'
After some more intrigues, the two ladies finally dressed up, stepped out of the carriage, and entered the assembly hall through the back door.
In a hall decorated with solemnity and a religious atmosphere, Aaron had already put on Solomon's human skin and a golden mask, quietly waiting for the show to begin.
Immediately, his eyes lit up and he saw the two ladies coming in. He announced in a calm voice: "Everyone is here, let's start!"
Aaron lit the flame with his own hands and said in a chant-like tone: "'Morromon' gave me the stigmata. I am God's chosen person. I should guide you lost lambs!"
"'Mormon' said, recite my name, and those knives and swords will not be able to harm you. When you are in crisis, recite my name. If you recite my name in the water, you will be safe.
You will not be drowned, and if you recite my name in the fire, you will not be burned... My name is protection for those who believe in me, and my name is a curse for the unbelievers!”
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“Praise ‘Morromon’!”
All the believers raised their hands together and cheered loudly the name of "Mormon".
When the atmosphere became warmer, Aaron looked at Mrs. Stass: "Today, our church members brought a new person!"
Mrs. Stass quickly stepped forward and knelt on one knee in front of Aaron: "Great saint, a good friend of mine wants to bask in the glory of the 'God Moro'!"
She looked at Metana, only to find that the girl did not kneel down, but bowed and asked in a curious tone: "Your Excellency the Saint... I... I am not doubtful, just a little... uneasy
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Metana played the role of an ignorant girl vividly, and silently applauded herself: "I...I am very curious about mysticism...Do you really have...the legendary supernatural power?"
"That's not a supernatural power, it's a gift from God!"
Aaron solemnly replied: "I recite the name of God, and God gives me protection, allowing me to take out gold coins from boiling oil, to make white paper read, and to walk on the edge of a knife... Those who question God are guilty!"
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"guilty!"
"sinner!"
The extras scolded her one after another, making Meitana appear helpless.
In religion, group convergence is very important. The more people speak out, the easier it is to sway doubters!
"I..." Metana looked like she was about to cry: "I'm sorry...I just..."
"Sinner, you should kneel down and pray devoutly, and let the glory of the saints bathe your body and mind!"
Mrs. Staas shouted happily.
Metana's eyes flashed, and she sneered in her heart: 'Haha... Since Mrs. Stass made the first move, don't blame me, I'm doing it for your own good!'
Her white and delicate palms reached under her robe, held her necklace, and whispered "turn on" in the language of the spirit world!
This is a 'red' magical item. Once opened, it will affect everyone around you and sink into all kinds of desires...
Metana was very sure that after her trick took effect, all the evil believers in the hall would be in a state of confusion and may even have an unobstructed dance.
Then she could easily leave and call a patrol officer to solve the big crime.
I believe the picture will be very beautiful.
'Perhaps... we should also call in some reporters to take photos of Mrs. Stas's ugly behavior and publish it in the newspaper?'
While Metana was waiting quietly, Aaron also felt a little desire stimulated.
He noticed that among the group of believers below, Mrs. Stas's breathing had become heavy, and everyone's eyes began to have some desire, as if they would transform into beasts and liberate their natures at the next moment.
‘Huh? The influence of ‘red’?’
'This Metana is actually an extraordinary person?'
'Thanks to me, otherwise if it were the original Solomon, he and Mrs. Stas would probably be played to death by Metana...'