After a brief ambush, I caught one of the guys who came out and asked Hilde to interrogate me, so I could know the date of the next rally.
I heard it's called a rally once a week.
A week... Then I'll have to do something else for the rest of the time.
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A week later, I attended the rally on my own.
They weren't meant to cover people up, and they got beat up. When I heard the congregation murmuring, I was mostly judged to be going to listen to good words without stopping people from coming or going.
"Hello."
"It's a good day."
"Nice to meet you."
Even the congregation's greetings were bright, so I couldn't even think that they were conspiring something evil. According to Hilde, there were no demons.
Are these bastards right?
As they were pondering, the service began, and about fifty people gathered and sat down to perform certain rituals and procedures.
I melted in the field following people's behavior as I noticed it. It feels as if I first went to church and cathedral in a training camp when I was in the army.
"Let us begin with today's words."
I should say, Master...
Pastor? Bride?
I think it's a good name.
Let's call him a preacher.
Anyway, the preacher was a beautiful woman with well-maintained skin and body. The hair was golden.
But, well, by standard, it's pretty. It doesn't fill my eyes. There are so many best-running beauties nearby that their eyes are too high.
I can't help it.
My wives are prettier than the Catholic saints who are the three most beautiful women in the Kingdom right now, and I see her more often than anything else.
I mean, I have a lot of suits.
Anyway, she began to say something on her own imagination that she was going to start speaking today.
"It could have been a tough week, it could have been a fun week. If it's been a hard week, let's change our mood as a service today, and if it's been a fun week, let's finish the week even more enjoyably."
- I believe.
When the preacher spoke, the congregation shook their heads.
"If you've had a hard time this week, raise your hand."
A few raised their hands, and the preacher pinched the nearest middle-aged man and ordered him to come up to the stage.
"What happened?"
"Well, that's..."
The middle-aged man went up to the stage, and the beauty preacher grabbed his hand and asked him what had happened.
"My only son... has left the house to become a mercenary or an adventurer... My wife ran away, and that's what happened to the last son... I don't know what to do now..."
The middle-aged man almost cried and said:
"It's okay."
The preacher hugged a middle-aged man.
"It was inevitable that your wife left. However, he didn't go out to accomplish what he wanted to do?"
Then he whispered in the ears of a middle-aged man as if he were persuading.
"But the little one..."
"You will definitely succeed and come back. Are you a native of this city?"
"No... I came to do my first business twenty years ago... so I could take my place..."
"You challenged, you succeeded?"
"... yes."
"Equally, your son went to the challenge. As the congregation did."
Adventurers and mercenaries can only die if they get dizzy. Trying to dive into the pit of death would be a challenge. Anyway, my dad is intoxicated by this strange religion, and if he doesn't leave the house, he's not a person.
However, the preacher did not necessarily mention it.
"My son also went to challenge me to live better as a man. I think so, and I'm working hard for your son who will come back later. Maybe he'll come back to eat. Just as the congregation sits here, your son will be able to do it."
"Stand, preacher..."
"Yes, I'm fine."
A convincing middle-aged man went down to wipe his tears, then a lady or a young man. And they went up one after the other, and cried out their troubles with tears.
The preacher hugged them very skilfully and slapped them on the back and said good things.
"Hmm."
What are these bastards?
Surprisingly normal.
It's all constructive advice in its own way... and I'm doing some kind of counseling. Relieving your anxiety or getting you to eat something new? The preacher seemed to be helping to shake the congregation's troubles.
The same is true of persuading gently and hugging.
- Peep, peep.
When the Toro of Concern is over, all the congregations clap and say, "It's going to be okay." Don't worry. "" Don't cry. "" Comfort was also something smoky.
"Thank you."
In such a warm atmosphere, the service ended, and the people who were truly touched took out the flashing silver coins and many fairy tales from their pockets and put them in the donation box.
People dressed in their own good clothes have dedicated so many silver coins that they can hear the rumbling sound. I stood at the back of the line and carefully looked at how much they were contributing.
- I...
Those who went up on the stage and listened to good things... honestly, they didn't donate that much money. And so did most others.
But some of them, who didn't have one, paid more.
.. is there really no reason?
Anyway, this contribution seems very reasonable simply for hearing good words. There was nothing more problematic. Rather, it was something that should be encouraged if you were to revitalize your life with a few pennies in this cruel world.
These bastards believe in the Devil's Faith?
I can't imagine.
Or are these just ordinary religions, and the pagans are separate?
I can't find him right away.
Maybe he's already escaped.
You're more likely to move to a city like this, wash your tracks, and then settle in a whole new place. If they were conspicuous in the first place, they would have caught the Crusaders... I don't know.
"We can all go to a good world."
Almost the last time I donated 10 coopers and just cleared the box, the preacher said.
"Yes."
"I believe."
"I don't doubt it."
A good world?
"But when the day will come... no revelation has yet been revealed. So all of you work hard in life, laugh and live with all your troubles. He wants the congregation to laugh and be well."
The congregation focused on the preacher's words.
"Our salvation is promised, even if we don't do business, even if things don't go well. You should always think about it."
"..."
"Of course, it's not as easy as it sounds. Our souls are still bound by the flesh, so we cannot be free from external factors. So, I pray. Beat it together. Let's laugh and wait for that day. You just have to laugh at the hard stuff. Because we're leaving for another world anyway."
The fuzzy atmosphere that I felt was based on this point, and it all flew away.
Something.. It's a mix of good words, but isn't this completely as it appears in the Orders of Saint Kadia? Going somewhere nice? Do you intend to seduce people with good words and do such things?
"For the day when we will one day be free from the bondage of the flesh and move into a better world... to go to that happy place... then I will see you again at next week's service."
These bastards are suspicious, too.
"Well done."
"Thank you."
"Cheer up."
At the end of it, the congregation greeted each other in a row.
"Hmph, that was a good word."
I didn't pretend to go out saying hello to the person next door, but I tied my shoelaces and watched the surroundings a little bit... Besides the people who go out, there were a lot of people standing in the back.
- I was the one who paid the most for it.
Those bastards in good clothes.
Are they not leaving?
I came out of the building almost last time.
"Kat? Are you done?"
"Uh, Hilde. There wasn't anything weird, was there?"
"Never mind."
"Then let's hide a little closer."
"Hide?"
"There are suspicious people. Just wait a minute."
That's how I waited for people to come out who had not settled down near Hilde.
"... you're not coming out?"
Despite waiting approximately thirty minutes, those who made a large amount of contributions did not come out… their number is five. They didn't come out until the last time they were in pretty good clothes.
I memorized their faces because something suspicious happened, and I kept undercover.
I was waiting about an hour or two, and then people started coming out. The preacher and the other two moved together, and the three were scattered.
"Hilde. Let's follow one of them."
"Yes!"
I followed him right away.
It wasn't very difficult because it was often done.
The targeted one, one of the three scattered, grabbed his shoulder when he entered the alleyway.
"... who?"
"Get started."
- Jiaying.
Immediately, Hilde puts a finger on his face and performs hypnotic magic. - Bour. He trembled after his eyes turned.
"Humans. What is religion?"
Hilde skilfully asked questions like this in her voice the other day, and every time she did, the man answered as bluntly as he asked.
He was refraining from a fairly wealthy house.
Because I had a lot of money, I made a lot of contributions.
"Tonight... there... there... underground... with the preacher..."
I heard something from the preacher.
"Where did I tell you to gather?"
"There... to the chapter of delight..."
What is that?
"Tell me the exact location, man."
"..."
After a brief answer, I was able to determine the location.
The basement of the largest building in the brothel? The name of the building is Bernie Lane, and it looks like we're meeting here tonight.
He handled it reasonably well, and I withdrew with Hilde.
"Hmm... Cat. Something suspicious.I don't think there's a demon involved, but should we do something in secret? Is his memory unclear? Soak? I feel that way too."
"Really?"
"Anyway, now that we've located it, I think we should go there. I said tonight, so it's not far. Uh-huh, I did good, didn't I?"
"Damn good."
I touched Hilde's head right away.
"Really, don't look at my head and stroke me."
"Hey, hey. Outside, outside."
"I think that could be thrilling, too."
"I don't know who you're looking at, but why would you do that?"
"How about a look?"
"No one can see you, not me."
"Oh, yeah... that's for sure."
Tonight, by the way.
You should go first.
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I came right back and told my women this.
"A sermon who looked fine at night gathering high-priced merchants to go to the brothel? I don't know what the hell you're doing to save me."
"Something smells like money. It's where the big money comes in."
The objective of the pagans, which is written in the decree, was to collect money by deceiving people. The Saint is speculating that the property will be used as a `real` pagan fund.
"Come with me?"
"No. I don't think there's much to fight about today because it's just a suspicious phase. I'll just go and come. And if you go to the hallucinogenic side, you'll only have symbiosis."
I can't take my women that way.
"Nigga, aren't you involved in a criminal organization or something?"
"A truck of bastards like that, no. Hundreds of people can't kill me."
"Yes, but..."
"First of all, it's better to move in secret. It's too conspicuous when you go to a group. They're all beautiful, though. Gather around. It shines only there at night."
So I decided to go only with Hilde.
Just hypnotic magic will help us investigate.