Villain Lord: Both The Player And The Protagonist Want To Kill Me

Chapter 552 The Church Of Truth

"Does it cost money to join?"

"No, just a pious heart!"

"Do I need to verify my identity to join the membership?"

"No, we welcome everyone, even just a beggar!"

"Is there any ceremony required to join the club?"

"No, we are the Orthodox Church! Just listen to the Lord's teachings!"

"Okay! Then I'll join!!"

…

Bryant followed his uncle into Sol City near the border fortress.

He was not interested in beautiful women and wages, he mainly wanted to see the customs and customs of the Church of Truth and help Xiwei get information.

“Let’s get to know each other again, my name is Paul Otellini, a believer in the Church of Truth~”

The uncle extended his hand to Bryant in a friendly manner.

"My name is Xiwei, a wandering adventurer."

Bryant held his uncle's hand.

He had no psychological burden about using the name of his exploiters.

"Xiwei, what a good name!" Paul Otellini tasted it for a long time and praised: "When I hear this name, I feel it is very majestic. Believe me, join the Church of Truth, and you will definitely become as majestic and noble as your name in the future. people."

Bryant smiled awkwardly, a layer of sweat broke out on his palms, and quickly changed the subject:

"Uncle Paul, where is the headquarters of the Church of Truth? And which god do we believe in?"

"The headquarters is in Sol City." Looking at the crowded streets, the uncle lowered his voice and leaned into Bryant's ear and said: "We believe in the great Lord of Truth! He is the incarnation of truth! Truth is the It is the most noble power!”

Bryant felt bad when he heard it.

When he went to help the aliens fight, the angel killed some kind of truth witch. This truth witch seemed to be closely related to the Lord of Truth, but now he is not completely sure about this.

We must continue to go deep into the Truth Church and communicate with the beauties Paul calls from the shallower to the deeper in order to know the full picture!

"I feel that the truth will definitely favor me."

Bryant followed his uncle's wishes and said so.

The other party was indeed very happy.

He also said that he would introduce Bryant to some old friends.

They walked all the way around, passing through the bustling city center, entering the slums in the west of the city, climbing over dirty sewers and garbage dumps, and finally came to a dilapidated tavern.

Looking at this dilapidated tavern with cobwebs on the windows and cracked plaques, Bryant's expectations had dropped to freezing point.

"Let's go in, Xiwei, believe me, they will like a smart young man like you!"

When Paul saw Bryant shrinking his neck, he thought he was being cautious, so he patted his shoulder gently to encourage him.

"Crunch——"

The broken door of the tavern opened, making a murmur of disrepair.

The lighting in the room was very dim and visibility was very low, as if a layer of fog shrouded the eyes.

Tables and chairs arranged haphazardly, ale bottles lying on the ground, rolled wooden floors, the outlines of various things were vaguely visible in the dimness. At a certain moment, they seemed to come alive, twisting and stretching out their dark claws.

Bryant shook his head.

Everything around him returned to normal, and the strange and strange scenes just now seemed to be just an illusion.

There was a relatively complete and clean round table at the end of the tavern.

The kerosene lamp on the round table is the only warm color in the tavern.

Five people in black cloaks sat quietly around the table. When they heard the door opening, they turned around and stared at the intruder with cold eyes.

"Paul, you brought a stranger here again."

The leader's black-robed man's voice was hoarse, like glass particles rubbing against brass.

"Evan, believe me, he is a good boy this time! I promise!"

Paul smiled and led Bryant into the tavern.

The rotten broken door was blown shut by the strong wind, making a loud "bang" sound. Some dust rolled down from the beams and showered Bryant's head. Unlike Paul, who still had a hat on his head, he hurriedly reached out to hit it. Trim your curly hair.

"You said the same thing last time!" The man in black robe snorted coldly: "But that so-called good boy you called us reported us to the security team of Sol City, so now we can only sleep in this broken house! More Many people live in the sewers!"

"Harm, don't say that."

Paul still looked cheerful, as if nothing bothered him.

"Even if that person didn't inform us, we would have been discovered by the security team. Kelid has banned all religious sects except the God of Order since half a year ago. It's only a matter of time before we are discovered."

"But no one wants to be a rat in the sewer." Another man in black robe said sadly.

"We are accumulating strength!" Paul turned his head and looked at the man in black robe, clenched his fists, and growled: "Think about your wife and your daughter, is it not a hardship to just live in the sewers?"

"Excuse me for interrupting."

Bryant couldn't help but interrupt.

"Uncle Paul, your Truth Church is in the sewers? The salary you told me about before, the beauty, is not also in the sewers..."

was asked this.

Paul looked a little embarrassed.

He moved his lips, rubbed his left and right hands together, and after a while he sighed and said: "There will be wages, and there will be beauties. Living in the sewers is only temporary. We are accumulating strength! As long as we follow the direction pointed out by the Lord, we will have a bright future." Right ahead!"

Upon hearing this, Bryant resisted the urge to turn around and leave.

He thought that the Winter King was already very good at painting cakes, but he didn't expect that this old man looked like a dog, but he turned out to be a master of cake painting.

What a bad luck!

"Look Paul, your story has been exposed. This young man you like may leave soon." The leader of the man in black robe did not miss any opportunity to be sarcastic.

"Xiwei, you won't leave, right?"

Paul turned to look at Bryant seriously.

There was a spark of hope in his eyes, which made people unable to help but waver.

Of course Bryant wouldn't be swayed.

He didn't leave now because he simply wanted to get information.

"You will stay and achieve a great career with us!" Paul put his hands on Bryant's shoulders and stared at Bryant, waiting for his answer.

"That's right! Tall buildings are rising from the ground. I believe in you, Uncle Paul. I see the firm belief in your eyes!" Bryant nodded seriously.

"Tall buildings rise from the ground. I like this sentence. You are such a good boy. I really didn't misjudge you." Paul raised his chin at the man in black robes, as if to say, "Look, my people haven't left." ,you lose".

"Then, you are welcome to join."

The man in black didn't care about Paul either.

He took out a black copper shell sign and put it on the table and said to Bryant:

"This is a sign that represents your identity. I don't care what your original name is. From today on, you are number 37. All believers communicate and identify their identities through their respective numbers and number plates. Now, you can follow Paul there. Our church is here.”