"Say it first, you have to listen to my command!" Rutte exhorted again and again.
The little girl nodded quickly like a peck at rice.
"Where shall we go, Mr. Rutte?"
"Don't worry, I stepped on it early in the morning. There is a bar called Purple Dendrobium near the square. It's very close to the square, so I can get a lot of news."
"But Mr. Root, Lord Denuk, Lord of Hadland, issued a prohibition order early in the morning. Before the ritual began, didn't those bars open their doors?"
"Huh?" Root was stunned. "Is there anything like this?"
Lian nodded solemnly.
"What do you do then? Apart from bars, do those hateful humans like to go anywhere else?"
"The residents of this city are all believers of the sheep-head demon Akentu. They don’t need to drink, but they must participate in secret gatherings. I know a place. I’ve been there before. Every Friday, Ah The believers in Kentu will go there to meet, they will pray at the meeting, and then exchange some information."
"Friday, isn't that today?"
"Yes, it’s only five o’clock in the afternoon. Akantu’s taboo is the burning twilight, and the demons worship the dragon of twilight. Therefore, the secret gathering of its believers usually takes place at six o’clock in the afternoon and lasts until the evening. At eight o'clock, we will go now, just in time."
Lian talked eloquently, as if she knew everything well, although she had only been in Hardland for only a week or two.
"Then what are you waiting for?" Root said loudly without realizing the difference, "Go, you go and change into the clothes of the Goat Head Cultist, and we will set off right away!"
The little girl smiled and nodded happily.
…
"Secret party?"
Brando, Huang Huo, and Mr. Liu are walking on one of the streets of Hadran. Magdal and Delphine are standing together, curiously admiring the architecture and customs of the northern part of the Dead Moon Inner Sea. The man hung at the back of the team, squinting under his hood, looking at the sheep head cultists who were almost dressed up with them.
After hearing Delphine's words, Huang Huo turned his head and asked curiously. The prime minister's daughter nodded, her eyes swept across the sheep-head cultists rushing in one direction on the street, and she whispered:
"The secret gathering is a specific ceremony for the Goathead Cultists. The Goathead Cultists are the followers of Akantu, the Lord of Purgatory. As a believer of the devil, the secret gathering is an indispensable and important ceremony. Thinking is the same as daily prayers in the morning and evening. As long as devout believers will participate, the devotees are generally fanatics, and they will not be absent. Akantu only requires its believers to hold a ceremony once a week. It will give strength to its most trusted servant during the ceremony. This day is chosen as Friday, because Friday is the most powerful day of all moons. Moonlight will obscure Martha’s power on this day, and Akantu’s honor is 'Burning dusk', so the ceremony usually starts at six o'clock in the evening."
"Isn't that now?" Huang Huo looked at the sheep head followers and understood: "So they are...?"
Delphine nodded, while casting his gaze on Brando.
And Brando was frowning, he was not Phoenix Fire, and he didn't fully understand the traditions and rules of some cultists in Warend. With the experience of the previous life, he knows these rats living under the order of the world. What Delphine said is just the tip of the iceberg of the secret church of Akantu.
What made him feel a little troublesome was that they were out of luck and happened to ran into a nearby'secret' meeting point for Akantu believers. If they could, Brando was unwilling to waste time here, but the problem was that they were right now. I am dressing up as a sheep head believer. If I don't go, I'm afraid it will arouse suspicion.
"Then are we going to participate, too?" Huang Huo asked again.
"We might have to go, otherwise it will be too conspicuous," Delphine added, "Furthermore, the secret gathering of Akantu believers is also a channel for them to exchange information with each other."
Brando nodded now, and now it seemed that they could only hope that they could get some useful news from this secret gathering.
Mr. Liu and Princess Magdal had no objection to this. In the case of a minority obeying the majority, Fang Qi knew that even if he had an opinion, it would be useless, so he shrugged and followed.
The few people were originally dressed as sheep-head believers, and now they are advancing in the direction of the believers. Although they are carrying a child (Huang Huo), they don't seem to be too eye-catching. After all, Hadran is a city inhabited by Goathead Christians. It is normal for a family of three from the old to the young to believe in Akantu. Therefore, there is nothing notable that the believers go to the secret gathering with their families.
In fact, Brando saw several short figures, some walking with adults, some even alone.
There was even a little girl who nearly hit him with her head buried in her head. She raised her head and said sorry to him. Brando couldn't help but see that the little girl was wearing a pair of glasses with a gentle look. It was a pity in my heart, I thought how much a little girl had been poisoned by a cult.
However, he was a little surprised by the fact that a Goat Head Cultist was so polite. Most of the Goat Head Cultists they encountered along the way were vulgar lower-class people. They had no education and lived in a difficult life. Otherwise, they would not. Will be so easily deceived.
But because of this, Brando felt even more pity in his heart, and his hatred for the Goat Head Cultists was inexplicably thicker. If he had a chance, he would not let it continue to spread on this land. .
But what Brando didn't know was that the little girl in his eyes who was'bewitched' by the cult was so scared that her heart was about to jump out of her throat.
As she hurried forward, she kept looking back in the direction of the'Goathead Cultist' whom she had almost collided with earlier, as if she was afraid that the other party would suddenly come up and pull her out of the crowd.
"I told you to be more careful." Root was hiding in the little girl's hood, sitting on her shoulders, and grumbled dissatisfiedly: "Fortunately, it didn't attract that guy's attention, but it's strange, how do I feel his voice So familiar?"
Lian stuck out her tongue embarrassedly, and whispered, "I'm sorry, I'm too nervous."
But in her heart, the previous crisis was actually very different from the little goblin's view. What really scared her to death was not because she almost ran into the cultist.
Although Akantu’s followers are fierce and combative, they will not easily make trouble at this important time. This is like saying that believers in the Temple of Flame will not fight with other church members on the way to pray and meditation. If the assembly is destroyed, once Akantu is angry, I am afraid that the miserable end will not be a dead word. It can be easily described.
But what really disturbed Lian was her small mistake. When she hit the opponent, she unconsciously blurted out and said sorry. When will the followers of Akantu be so timid and fearful to talk? Fortunately, the other party didn't seem to notice this, but rather said to her very gently: It's okay, be careful next time.
This sentence made Lian's heart pounding, because she understood that among the believers present, the real threats to herself and Mr. Rut were not the vulgar lower-class believers. It is those highly educated and thoughtful high-ranking priests and even demon censors. If those people find out that she is posing as a believer, she will be peeled off if she is not dead.
Different from Rutte's carelessness, Brando's polite answer just now almost made her chills stand up, but what made her a little bit incredulous was that the other party had let her go that way.
This is so strange that it makes her feel a little unreal now.
In this way, with the doubts and anxiety in her heart, the little girl absently followed the flow of people into a church-like building.
"This is..." When Brando stood in front of this church, he raised his head and glanced at the place with some surprise: "A temple?"
"Cultists openly use a temple as their secret meeting point?" Princess Magdal also showed an expression of disbelief. The feeling is like seeing her in the Flame Sage in Ampersel or Rusita. The prayers in the temple were not believers of the Golden Flame Way, but a group of members or tree shepherds: "They... They are simply too..."
"It seems that what Queen Madara said is true. These people have already regarded this place as their place. Not only can the doctrines of the Goat Head Christians be publicly spread, but they have also created such a'church'?" Lando couldn't help but shook his head: "They completely disseminated the doctrine of Akantu as an orthodox faith. It seems that the situation is a bit bad."
Both Delphine and Magdal understand that Brando’s unfavorable situation means that it seems that the Goathead believers have learned that the black rose of Bromanto may move north, so that Tauchik will never again. Will return to the rule of the Mercury Rod, so the Hadran family dare to be so confident, otherwise these dark nobles must at least maintain the necessary deference to Madara.
But the fact that the undead gave up the land of eternal death and migrated northward is something that happened before they left. It is unlikely that it will reach Taukeqi at this time. Then it can only show one possibility, that is, these sheep head followers are secretly. Has been in contact with Dusk's minions.
As for whether the opponent is a devil or something else, it is a bit difficult to say.
After everyone at the scene exchanged this opinion secretly, their faces were a bit unsightly for a while. Brando had a faint hunch in his heart, I'm afraid this trip will be another branch.