Chapter 21 Can vampire stories still scare people?
When Alice opened her eyes drowsily, it was already noon outside, and her stomach growled, urging her master to find food as soon as possible. The internet-addicted girl who had been busy all night did not even bother to change into her maid uniform, so she wore
That set of pajamas that can be called immoral, I staggered downstairs, my eyes were black and swollen, and my steps were sloppy. At first glance, I looked like I was overindulging myself.
When she came to the kitchen, she saw Metien. The little pink-haired girl was heating up the leftover vegetable soup from last night and spreading butter on the sliced bread. There was also a newspaper in her hand, which was jointly issued by the sect.
The "Pravda" has been reporting extensively on the progress of negotiations between the "Linville City Religious Mutual Aid Association" and the city-parochial committee during this period. It is not known where the little girl was borrowed.
"Good afternoon, Sister Alice."
"Good afternoon, Metien."
After greeting each other, Alice sat across from Metien and looked at the butter and bread in her hand longingly: "Can dinner be served?"
"Wait a moment." The little girl responded with a reassuring smile: "It will be ready after the soup heats up."
"Oh!"
Alice nodded hurriedly, and then began to wait with peace of mind. Although she felt something was wrong, but then she thought about it, she was not wearing a maid uniform now, not to mention that she had changed her profession to [maid] last night. In this case,
What is there to be ashamed of?
"That's right." She glanced down the aisle and found that the door of the chapel was tightly closed. She asked curiously: "Where is Ringe?"
"He went to the city-parish committee to visit the tribune, Mr. Langing." Metien replied: "After the Tianxin Church is closed, he will get a new job as a history teacher, but he still needs to go through the formalities." "Is that so?" Alice observed the little girl's face and found nothing unusual, so she asked tentatively: "You don't seem sad at all?"
"Because there is no need to be sad." Metien put down the butter and bread in his hand, pressed his hand on the newspaper next to him, and said confidently: "The closure of the church is only a temporary matter. When the negotiations are over, the situation will definitely get better.
!Mr. Closier, the chairman of the Linwell City Religious Mutual Aid Association and the Bishop of the Red Prayer Society, has publicly expressed his position in the newspaper, believing that the prosperity of the city’s religious atmosphere is inseparable from the concept of openness and tolerance, regardless of
Whether it is for the sake of the religious environment in Linville City or for the freedom of belief of ordinary citizens, the coalition of religious groups should carefully consider the impact of the "Religious Ordinance". This statement has been recognized by many commentators, including
Officials from the city government have expressed support."
These guys are farting again.
Alice thought silently, but did not say it out loud. She mumbled a few words and quickly changed the subject: "The Red Prayer Society you mentioned, do they have many believers?"
This gave Bishop Clouser the confidence to openly challenge the union of the religious orders.
"Quite a lot." Metien nodded and said: "In Linwell City, apart from the Seven Orthodox Churches, the Crimson Prayer Society should have the largest number of believers. In the Baicheng District, Feisel District, Tianxing District and even
There are many believers in the church district, so we can become the convener and representative of the 'Religious Mutual Aid Association'."
"Oh, so awesome."
It’s not at the same level as the Holy Goddess Cult.
She asked again: "Then what is the doctrine of this Red Prayer Society?"
You can't blame her for being overly curious. In fact, after learning from the game console that the enemies hiding in the dark parts of the city were vampires last night, she became very sensitive to words like "bright red", "red red", and "blood red", not to mention the other party.
By coincidence, she happened to be in trouble with the Order, so it was hard not to make Alice suspicious.
"Let me think about it... Well, they seem to pursue sacrifices of blood and flesh, believing that suffering can sharpen a noble soul. Therefore, devout believers in the church often wrap thorns around their limbs and use the sting of blood to alert themselves.
Through this method, they can get closer to the God they believe in."
"Well, this sounds a little too bad." Alice looked strange, thinking of some subjects that could not be described in detail.
Then Metien added: "But this was done a long time ago. Later they kept pace with the times and reformed some doctrines. Therefore, believers today only need to prick their fingers with a silver needle when praying, and a drop of blood will fall on the
Filling the cup with clear water completes the ceremony."
It's all related to blood, right? Alice became even more suspicious and asked: "But such a doctrine shouldn't be too popular. Why do they have so many believers?"
Are ordinary citizens of Linville City masochists?
To this, Metien's answer was: "Because they are very rich."
"..."
A reason that is so realistic that Alice cannot refute it.
For a few pounds a week, Ringe can attract a large group of people to queue up outside the Tianxin Church. If he had not been unwilling to preach, the number of believers in the Holy Goddess Sect could have increased several times. Therefore, even richer people are still keen on preaching.
The Crimson Prayer Society is indeed worthy of having so many believers.
You can't whip me unless you give me money.
"Then," she rolled her eyes: "Among the followers of the Red Prayer Society, will there be one who dies tragically in an alley every now and then, due to excessive blood loss and two dental holes in his neck?"<
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"I've never heard of such a thing." Medien shook his head and looked at Alice with a strange look: "Also, you want to say vampire, sister Alice? I haven't known it since I was six years old.
I would be frightened by such a story that scares children."
I didn't scare you, Metien! This world is more dangerous than you think!
But Alice had no evidence, and couldn't infer anything from the known clues, so she thought about it, said nothing, and quietly waited for the meal.
Wearing cotton gloves, Medien moved the heated vegetable soup from the stove to the dining table, then turned around to get bowls and spoons from the cupboard. His busy look made the idle Alice look like a rice worm. But she
It’s not that I don’t want to help, it’s just that I was too tired from trying to properly match the lineup last night, and my mental state is still sluggish.
Speaking of lineup.
Alice suddenly asked: "Medine, do you know a girl named Saint Shalia?"
"Eh?"
Metien turned his head and blinked, his eyes blank: "I don't know him."
But.
This name sounds pretty good?
***
Standing outside the office building of the Municipal Parish Committee again, Ringer looked up and saw that the sky was gray and dark, like a thick acid mist. The cold wind of the frosty moon blew past the high-rise buildings and small buildings on St. Anton Street.
Wandering among the dusty alleys, a river composed of sweepers, street vendors, company employees, trolleys, taxis, public trains... was noisy in front of him, without caring about the distance just around the corner.
It is a serious and solemn religious place.
Secularity and religion are always well integrated, and sometimes they are even indistinguishable from each other. Outside the cathedral in Redoyvan, there are people selling flowers and feed for pigeons. Then, a priest who has presided over liturgies for more than three years suddenly decided to change his profession.
It is also very reasonable to become a history teacher.
The satisfied and reserved smile of Mr. Ronning naturally appeared in Ringer's mind, as well as the promise he made to himself. The entry procedures would be completed within three days at the latest, and he would become a student of St. Lowood National School.
The history teacher continues what he failed to finish three years ago.
Time goes round and round, but it just brings everything back to where it started.
Probably, this is also Mr. Yang Ke’s wish?
The young man sighed softly, held down the brim of his hat, walked away, and quickly blended into the crowd, as if he had never been there.
At the same moment, in the office on the third floor, Ronning Lavelle stood by the window, silently staring at his retreating back. He was not the only one in the room, there was another man wearing a black trench coat, sitting
On the sofa, I was silently flipping through the documents in my hand. The papers were flipped quickly and made a clattering sound.
After a cursory glance, he put down the document and spoke, his voice appearing young but calm: "The Manpower Management Bureau has approved your application and listed the candidate you recommended as an observation object. Do you need me to send someone to contact him?
?"
"No need." Lang Ning slowly shook his head: "He will soon be a teacher at St. Lowood National School. I will ask colleagues from the original sect to observe for him."
In the Western Continent, schools with the name of the state are basically properties jointly owned by religious sects. The investors are the richest Dark Night Residence among the seven righteous churches, but the actual managers are the original sects who are most enthusiastic about education.
The teachers and staff in the school, except for special cases like Ringe, are basically believers of the original sect.
"I understand." The man did not raise any objection and said: "Then the second thing: I have almost found out the details of the so-called 'Linwell City Religious Mutual Aid Association'. Just like your guess, God's will
The religious sect, New Cross Society and other illegal churches did join to resist the "Religious Decree". They all obtained the information on refining magic. It is not surprising that they made such a decision. However, the leader of the Crimson Prayer Society seemed to
There is another identity, and he is also our old rival."
When Lang Ning heard this, his eyes flickered: "Who is it?"
He - or rather, they have too many old rivals, so it's hard to guess the origin of each other for a while.
"I investigated and found that they have always guided their teachings in the direction of 'blood' and 'suffering'. Although they covered it up in many places, it was just an attempt to conceal it. Combined with the time they appeared, the answer is very obvious.
."
The man said solemnly: "The cult that believes in the pseudo-demigod [The Celestial Eater]——"