Deep Sea Embers Chapter 72: Information at the meeting

In all fairness, these cultists are actually quite cautious.

They didn't believe the words of this unfamiliar "compatriot" because Duncan took out the sun talisman, and they didn't easily believe these words because Duncan told what happened in the sewer shrine, they watched Duncan all the way. His words and deeds, and even an additional verification after arriving at the assembly hall to confirm the identity of the stranger--for a group of cultists hiding in the XZ, they have done their best.

But all of their screening measures dealt with Duncan as a "normal human".

These tactics mean nothing to the captain of the Homeless.

The tall, lanky little leader retrieved the humble cloth from Duncan's hands, seemingly unaware of the change in the power of this extraordinary object, after welcoming his new compatriots. , he raised his hand and pointed to a corner of the assembly hall: "compatriots, rest here first, you are not the only stranger here."

Duncan nodded and walked to the inconspicuous corner, paying attention to every face that appeared in the assembly.

Unlike what he had seen in the sewer sacrifice grounds before, he was surprised to find that these sun worshippers were not wearing the iconic black robes, but were dressed like ordinary citizens, and they did not wear face coverings. hood, but calmly exposed the face.

He curiously asked the believers beside him: "Doesn't everyone need to cover their faces when we gather here?"

The believers he questioned looked surprised: "...the local believers in your Prand city-state had to cover their faces when they gathered?"

Duncan immediately frowned slightly: "You are not Prand..."

"We're from Rensa," said another believer next to him calmly. After confirming that the stranger in front of him was really a fellow church member, the followers of the sun here obviously dropped their guard, "Everyone last week We just settled, but before we could establish contact with our local compatriots, the attack happened..."

"Everyone here is from Rensa?" Duncan was a little surprised. He finally knew why there were so many Sun worshippers in the city after the shrine's shrine was destroyed.

"Well, the people gathered here are all compatriots from Rensa, but there are also teams from other city-states, everyone is scattered in different strongholds," another believer next to him participated in the conversation, "Alas, Everyone has heard of the situation in the city-state of Perand. For the past four years, the damned consul and the hyenas of the church have been attacking our cause... It's not easy for you, but it's all over. ."

Duncan nodded noncommittally, and then heard the cleric whom he questioned at the beginning: "The pigeon on your shoulder is really... chic."

Duncan's eyes flickered.

He knew that there was more than one person watching the pigeon on his shoulder.

If you have to say, a pigeon is not strange, but it is strange to wear a pigeon to participate in the rally.

He can only casually say: "This is my pet, it can help me do a lot of things."

He is perfunctory here, but the thoughts in his mind have been surging rapidly-a large number of sun followers are pouring into the Prand city-state, which confirms one of his previous guesses:

The always low-key Sun Church suddenly did a high-profile job in the sewers, what a big thing these cultists really want to do!

This time, he found the right direction!

At the same time, he also understood why the cultists who attended the rally here did not cover their faces, but dressed like ordinary citizens.

Previously in the sewers, the disguise of the Sun believers and the one-line connection system between the bottom believers were all to fight against the church's rounds of slaughter, while avoiding the emergence of traitors or key members of the church from being arrested. The situation of catching and leaking secrets is the last resort of the local church in distress, and these rabble people who have just gathered from various city-states to Prand clearly have no experience in this regard - after all, they are only heretics, not strictly disciplined. special forces.

On the other hand, there is no need for them to make this kind of disguise: because the people gathered here are all "compatriots" who came from the same city-state, they are already familiar with each other, and it is meaningless to disguise their identities during the assembly. .

The current attire of ordinary citizens makes it easier for them to escape as soon as their stronghold is exposed, and to disperse and mix into the civilians who lack a strict management system in the lower city.

Thinking so in his heart, Duncan's eyes swept across the assembly hall. Suddenly, he felt a line of sight falling on him.

He immediately followed his senses and saw the owner of that line of sight.

A petite girl with short black hair is standing a dozen meters away.

The girl was wearing a black dress with white lace on her body. She had a delicate and quiet face. She looked about the same age as Nina. The most striking thing was that she also wore a dark red neck ring around her neck. The neck ring was adorned with a delicate silver bell, which looked a little cute, but was extraordinarily eccentric.

When Duncan turned his eyes away, the girl just naturally turned her eyes to other places - she turned her eyes calmly, but Duncan dared to conclude that the gaze just now definitely came from this young girl!

Why is there such a small child in this group of cultists?

Duncan couldn't help but wonder, and at the same time he took a look at the girl's dress... For some reason, he always felt that the girl was out of tune with the environment here.

Just thinking about it, a sound of the door pivoting suddenly came from not far away. The tall and thin cult leader ordered the door of the basement to be closed, and then he walked to the middle of the assembly hall.

All eyes on the scene immediately focused on the leader. Duncan also restrained his thoughts and paid attention to the changes in the scene. He saw the tall and thin man standing in the eyes of everyone with a confident and calm attitude. There was a smile on his sinister face, and then he took out another thing from his arms and held it high among the crowd.

It was a pale golden sun mask - exactly the same mask worn on the face of the cult priest who presided over the sacrificial ceremony in the underground assembly hall.

"Pay homage to the glory of the Lord, and meditate on the mantra under the watchful eye of the Lord," the tall and thin man said loudly, his voice extremely reverent, "Bow your head to this blessed mask, and may the protection of the children of the sun rely on Among them, help me guide the brothers and sisters gathered here.”

The surrounding believers immediately recited the name of the true sun **** in unison, and then put their fists between their eyebrows and bowed their heads in a gesture of admiration - they were not looking at the tall and thin man in the center of the assembly hall. Paying tribute, but paying tribute to the golden mask, as if the mask is the body of a certain superior, and the man holding the mask is just a carrier.

Duncan also pretended to be among a group of cultists and acted, but he didn't know what the so-called mantra was, so he mumbled a few words about the multiplication table and began to carefully observe the actions of the cultists. The meaning behind each link is pushed back in the ritual action.

The tall, thin man put the mask on his face solemnly.

The next second ~IndoMTL.com~ Duncan immediately sensed what seemed to be... a change in the man.

He couldn't explain what this feeling was about. It was as if the other party changed his temperament the moment he put on the mask, and it seemed as if an extra shadow had been added to his figure. Duncan looked at the imitation. The golden mask in the shape of the sun, seeing the lines on the mask, seems to be moving slowly - at this moment, the mask seems to come alive, as if a distant and powerful consciousness is projecting its subtle power onto the mask, Let this ordinary item have extraordinary qualities.

Ordinary people who wear masks, with the action of "wearing" and with this brief ceremony, completed "sacredization" and became a symbol of some kind of divine power.

The surrounding believers sighed in unison: "May the glory of my Lord live forever! May the way of the Lord come to the world!"

Duncan recites the multiplication table to the sixth column, recollecting it quickly in his mind.

He also saw a priest wearing a gold mask at the assembly hall in the sewer before, but the priest had already completed the process of "wearing" at that time. In addition, Duncan still couldn't understand the surrounding situation at that time, so the temporary body he used He was also in poor condition, so he didn't realize what was so special about this seemingly ordinary golden mask, and he didn't think about why the priest wearing the mask was called "messenger" by ordinary believers.

Now it seems... Is this so-called sun mask the "communication device" that the "children of the sun" hiding outside of civilized society use to remotely control believers and observe the world? Or more precisely, some kind of mental projection device?

After suddenly realizing that it was a very interesting item, Duncan's eyes on the golden mask suddenly changed.

This thing... Maybe it's related to him.