Chapter 513: Mengjiao, Amon

Chapter 513: Mengjiao, Amon

"Amon."

"Amon."

"Amon..."

"Stop it, this is not something you can joke about."

In the office, Leonard rubbed his brows, and was very troubled to see the team members in front of him making fun of the latest greeting of the Mengjiao.

"Captain, we just find it strange why such a simple greeting has become the greeting of a new church."

"This is not a question we need to explore. There is only one thing we need to do, which is to prevent people from believing in the so-called Mengjiao as much as possible, and prevent the influence of Mengjiao from spreading further."

Leonard endured the discomfort in his heart and carefully instructed each team member what they needed to be responsible for. At the same time, he warned them again not to mention the word Amon casually when they were free.

After all the team members left, Leonard closed his eyes and sighed heavily.

He was still found by Amon. Just ten days ago, the team he led encountered some major events, and he had to leave St. Samuel Church to deal with them.

He met Amon halfway.

He fell into Amon's hands without any resistance. Fortunately, Amon searched his memory and found no clues about the old man, so he had a gentle heart-to-heart talk with him.

It was this simple heart-to-heart talk that almost made him suffer from Amon stress disorder.

When he returned to the office to handle official business, another Mengjiao that needed attention emerged. It was obvious that this was a church created by Amon, a madman.

Sadly, he also had to deal with the mess of Mengjiao believers.

It has only been about seven days since he heard about the Mengjiao church, and three extremely bad incidents have occurred.

Amon is a madman, and the believers who believe in the church he founded are naturally madmen.

One of the believers sneaked into the Harvest Church late at night to steal, pried open the donation box, took out the money inside, and was captured by the priest stationed there when he left.

A believer ran to the Holy Wind Church in the middle of the night and set a big fire. Although the fire was extinguished by rain when it just started, the insult was still very strong.

The third believer seemed to have an incurable disease. While praying in the prayer hall of the Holy Wind Church, he suddenly ran forward and crashed into the emblem of the Lord of Storms.

These three believers are ordinary people, either living in poverty or suffering misfortune.

After believing in the Mengjiao, they recognized the doctrine of freedom and indulgence, and the things they dared not do on weekdays have now become their reasons for indulgence.

If Leonard were to deal with the Mengjiao believers, he would only have one word to kill, and leave none.

Unfortunately, it is quite difficult to kill people with criminal law in Backlund.

After all, the Kingdom of Loen did not force people to believe in a certain church, and belief is freedom.

"Captain, there is another case involving Mengjiao believers here."

"Bring it here."

Leonard opened his eyes, took the case record handed over by the team members and read it, his expression became strange.

This happened in a nearby police station. A few nights ago, the local police station arrested a Mengjiao believer. After criticizing and educating him, they planned to lock him up for two or three days to calm down before letting him go.

But who knew that when the police released the prisoners, the Mongolian believer had already used his words to convert the four prisoners in the same cell into Mongolian believers.

Two of the prisoners were originally devout believers of the Church of the Goddess of Night and the Church of Storm.

After the local night watchers sent people to investigate, they found that these prisoners who changed their beliefs were not interfered with by extraordinary factors. They really believed in the so-called Mongolian religion from the bottom of their hearts.

In this way, the local night watchers had no choice, but they did not want to release these Mongolian believers, so they sent people to ask how to deal with this matter.

"Lock them up and starve them for a few days to see if they still have the energy to preach again."

Leonard wrote his own solution on it.

...

The residence of Fors and Xio.

In the closed room, the thin door could not completely block the sound of loud talking.

"Fors, it's time for you to get out of your doghouse!"

"You've been staying in the house for a whole month. Except for the last time when Miss Audrey invited you to enjoy delicious food, you haven't left the house. You even asked me to wash your clothes and hang them on the clothes rack outside to dry."

"Your laziness should have a limit, right? If you continue like this, you will be ruined."

Queen's complaining voice reached Fors' ears in the room one by one. After a while, Fors, who couldn't stand the nagging, came out of the room.

Facing the momentum of Quiet's tiptoeing, Fors just said lightly: "I'm about to be promoted to Sequence 5 Traveler."

"???" Quiet was stunned for a long time, and said in disbelief: "How could you digest the record officer potion so quickly?"

"You should know that I joined a mysterious organization. With the help of one of its members, I have been traveling to various regions in the world during this period to record the local customs, history and culture."

"...Okay."

Queen, who originally wanted to ask for punishment, suddenly lost his confidence.

Fors patted Xiou's shoulder and said with a smile: "I have the potion formula for a Sequence 6 judge here, do you want it?"

"Yes!" Xiou grabbed Fors' hands at once, his eyes sparkling.

"Who will do the laundry and sweeping at home?"

"I will."

"Who will be responsible for the three meals a day?"

"I will."

"I've been running around outside for too long lately. Who's going to give me a shoulder and a pat on my legs?"

"Forsi! Don't go too far!"

"Oh, forget it then."

"No, I'll do it!"

Woohoo...Xiu felt that she was about to be trained by Forsi into a shape that belonged to her.

"So good."

Forsi returned to her room humming a proud tune. Recently, in addition to playing the role of record officer, she often had brief conversations with Mr. Door in her dreams.

During every conversation, Mr. Men would tirelessly teach her a lot of extraordinary knowledge, and this knowledge was just within the scope of what she could accept, and would not become a burden to her, let alone affect her.

With such dual efforts, she made rapid progress, but this also caused her to often feel overwhelmed during the day, lying at home and falling asleep.

…

"Master, I am ready to sacrifice!"

"Please don't pity me!"

"Because my sacrifice is to fulfill the great master!"

“This is something to be extremely proud of!”

In the study, 008 wrote a sentence on a blank piece of paper, saying that he was ready to die.

"Heh, how about I find a quill and give it to you as a new home?"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo...ww...... no, Master!" 008 drew a series of crying expressions on the paper, "Please don't break us up, we are the most compatible pair in nature!"

Listening to 008's cuteness, Hastur was really reluctant to trade it.

But the guest seems to have already come to visit, um, here he is.

Boom, boom, boom.

There was a knock on the study door.

How polite...Hasta sighed in his heart, glanced at 008 who was shivering on purpose, "Come in."

The door opened with a creak, and an ordinary priest walked in wearing a simple white robe, with a light golden beard covering the lower half of his face, eyes as clear and simple as a baby, and a cross pendant hanging on his chest.

Adam appeared in front of him in this extremely simple way. There was no foreshadowing of climaxes or any vast epic scenes.

It's just that in a small study, I am free and Adam is free, that's all.

"This should be our second meeting, spokesperson of the stars." Adam paused for a moment as if on purpose, then smiled gently: "Or I should just call you stars."

"Testing words won't help you get the right answer." There was no unnecessary expression on Hasta's face, he just said calmly: "I prefer the title Mr. Hasta, if you want to continue the conversation If so, don’t ignore the master’s warning.”

Adam smiled and nodded, bowing politely and saying, "Mr. Hastur, good afternoon."