"Contrary to what I thought, this group of people appearing here is just a 'fellow club'?"
Jenkins nodded, reached out and tapped his temple to open the [Eye of Reality]. This action scared the five of them back in tacit understanding.
"I need to confirm your spiritual emblem first."
"Can."
Mr. Hood nodded. In Jenkins' vision, there were five light spots, one white, two red, two yellow, floating in front of him. In the next instant, the red light spot in the center suddenly brightened, and a pattern of a red bird with spread wings appeared in front of Mr. Hood.
This is just a phantom, and the pattern is only the size of a palm.
The other four stepped forward one after another, just like Mr. Hood did, and the light spot in the center of each person's face was brightly lit. Then, red clouds, yellow piccolos, yellow regular hexagons and green arm patterns appeared in the air.
"OK."
Jenkins said, looking at his own light spot. The problem is serious, what could be called the "right center" is occupied by both green and purple.
"Is this because I devoured the soul fragments of the original owner of the body?"
He remembered the "soul trait" ability that Barnard mentioned, and it seemed that his guess should be good.
After simple thinking, he decided to try the purple light spot. The reason is that Barnard knows that he has the ability of green, and he is unwilling to reveal his identity.
Look at the point of light and imagine some invisible substance flowing through the body. An icy air flow appeared smoothly, and went straight into the spot of light in front of him.
A purple pentagram flickered in the air for a moment, then settled down.
"Purple?"
A thin female voice said suspiciously: "White foundation, red fighting, yellow spells, golden magic, what type of ability is purple?"
"Don't pry into other people's privacy!"
Mr. Hood beside her warned, and the woman nodded immediately.
"There is no such imprint on the wanted list."
"I've never heard of purple's abilities."
"Not the wanted man near Nolan City."
"The imprint is that there are no bad guys with a pentagram."
Several people turned their heads at the same time and looked at the guy who said the last sentence. She was the sharp female voice just now.
"Your words exposed the fact that you believe in Ms. [Mystery and Ritual]."
Mr. Hood reminded.
[Mystery and Ritual] Ms. Jenkins has never heard of it, but I think it should be a false god. In this world, only the gods corresponding to the twelve months of the year can be called righteous gods, and the rest are false gods.
But in memory, the Orthodox Church has an ambiguous attitude towards false gods. They will not expel, arrest, or harm believers in false gods, and they will not openly oppose the beliefs of false gods, but they will definitely not declare anything related to them. False gods are allowed to preach their own religion in public, and are not allowed to build their own churches...
In other words, as long as false god believers do not engage in evil religious ceremonies, do not promote doctrines that are wrong with the mainstream of society, do not engage in subversive activities, and develop honestly and privately, the orthodox sects will completely treat them as air.
What's even more strange is that even believers in false gods themselves call the gods they believe in "false gods"... The water in this world does not seem shallow.
"I believe in Ms., isn't it already exposed? But it's not enough for you to know who I am."
"Now there are strangers..."
The five looked at Jenkins again.
"Can I be trusted?"
he asked.
"Yes, but only temporarily. If you have any unusual behavior, we will immediately report you to the Orthodox Church."
Obviously you held a secret meeting, but you threatened me to call the police...
Everyone took back their marks and gathered together again. Mr. Hood introduced to Jenkins:
"Once again, our meeting is not breaking the law, it is just to protect our secrets. There are still many such gatherings in Nolan City! Therefore, it is useless even if you go to the government to report to the police or the church! The number of givers is originally There are not many, and there are even fewer people who believe in false gods. Our gathering is only to exchange information or conduct small transactions, which is not a violation of laws and morals."
He has repeatedly emphasized his legitimacy in this sentence, but in such a remote place at such a late night, is it not a crime for five people who conceal their identities to gather together
"I understand, you don't need to explain. False god believers are not accepted by the mainstream of society. We are just silently resisting authority."
He interrupted Mr. Hood.
"Yes, silently defying authority, I like your description. Now, please give yourself a name so that we can call each other conveniently."
He pointed to the other four people: "I am Mr. Hood, the one with the squeaky voice is Mr. Magic, the one on your right is Mr. Black Cat, the one between us is Mr. Birchwood, and this is Mr. Bai Ling. By the way, the one who escaped This person was born with a dagger, damn it, I should have known that people with this kind of name are not good people!"
Obviously two of them are female voices, but they are both called Mr. (Mr.).
"Mr. Candle."
Jenkins said, simply because he was holding a candle in his hand.
"Very well, Mr. Candle, you are welcome. You have temporarily gained our trust. Then let the party begin."
Jenkins kept silent, intending to see what this "legitimate" secret party was doing.
Everyone stepped on the garbage and moved into the shadow of the moonlight to prevent the ability users of [Night and Secret] from finding their way through the moonlight.
"According to the rules, everyone will share a recent piece of information. I'll come first. [Death and the End] Church sacrificed a Level 4 Gifter at the Nolan Fifth Public Hospital. If you have nothing to do recently, don't go near there."
No one asked why, Jenkins noted "Level 4", and the next squeaky Mister Magic said:
"There is a big problem on a small island off the coast of Nolan City. It seems that the [Surprise] is out of control. At least three combat teams from the church of [Storm Master] have already set off."
"Is the message correct?"
At this time, Mr. Bailing with a female voice asked.
"Isn't the rule here that you can only say things that are 100% certain?"
Mr. Bai Ling nodded slightly with his hooded head, and then said: "Tomorrow at midnight, a batch of antiques smuggled from the sea will arrive in Nolan. There are also [transcendents] in the monsters, and the following sentence is not sure, but there are also [gifts]. If you have enough knowledge and courage, you should be able to find some good things in the black market recently."
"[Gift]?"