Huss's roar reminded those present that the leader was the one who brought the gospel.
Their mission is to wait for the end of the world, for the underwater city of R'lyeh to rise from the sea, and for the stars to return to their positions.
“Hmph! In this land, we should continue to develop our believers and promote the great glory of our Lord.
From the beginning to the end, those chess pieces were sacrificed to show the power of our Lord to the ignorant people in the world. Their lives sounded the alarm for the world.
We just need to make their deaths valuable, and they will have died for their own good.
Rather than sending more people to die in vain!"
Hus analyzed the situation to his believers who could not see clearly.
Everyone listened to Hus's words and found them very logical. They nodded and began to praise his wisdom.
"Your Excellency the High Priest is right. We should spread the gospel of our Lord to the people."
"That's right. The death of our comrades made us too anxious."
"Hmm. How's the town planning going?"
Hus snorted and asked with his hands crossed over his chest.
One of the people around the round table bowed to Huss and said in a rough and hoarse male voice:
"The application for town planning has been approved by our colleagues who have infiltrated the Planning Bureau, and the site is near our headquarters.
The name of the town has not yet been chosen, please ask the high priest to name it. "
"Let's call him Oakmond."
Hus thought for a while and then said.
"Yes, sir."
"Remember to comfort the people in the fishing village. This is a very important task."
Huss reminded earnestly.
"Understood. If we encounter resistance, we will resolve the issue through local forces."
"Very good. How's it going in Innsmouth?"
Hus turned to another believer and asked.
"The third return has been completed. Praise the sea, praise my Lord."
The believer standing to Hus's left spoke, a sharp female voice coming from under the hood.
"Are you ready for the release of Fisherman's Gold?"
Hus asked.
"Yes, High Priest, our first wave of large-scale believer expansion plan will soon achieve unprecedented success.
Those fishermen who are addicted to alcohol and greedy will surely fall into the temptation of gold and become believers of our Lord."
The female believer said proudly.
It was not difficult to hear from her tone that she was confident and looking forward to what would happen next.
"This matter was handled well, but has the number of offspring decreased recently?"
Hus first praised her, then turned his tone and tested the female believer.
"Your Excellency the High Priest, please calm down. The marriage rate in Innsmouth is already very high.
It is impossible to use ordinary methods to make them take the bait and give birth to children for us!"
The female believer said in a panic.
“Haha, if you still use such a conservative way, your efficiency will naturally not be high.
If you have time to talk about love, you might as well be direct.
Anyway, I am sacrificing for my Lord, giving up my dignity and just becoming a whore.
That way it won’t take that long, and men will come all the time.”
A tall male believer standing opposite the female believer said jokingly with his hands on his hips.
"you!"
"What do you mean? Am I wrong
As loyal servants of my Lord, sacrifice your dignity and lie down on the bed to complete the task assigned to you by the High Priest.
We who have our heads on our belts have a harder job than you do."
The tall believer said sarcastically.
Hus said nothing, but just glanced at the tall believer.
Huss's cold eyes made the believer shudder. He bent down, put his hands on his chest and bowed, and said to Hus respectfully,
“Your Excellency the High Priest, the Assassination Division has completed the current mission and successfully infiltrated the circle around the target person.
You can strike at any time. As long as the High Priest gives the order, the target person's head will be delivered to you within three days."
Huss said coldly after hearing this:
"No hurry, it's not time yet.
The key has not yet appeared, and starting a war prematurely will waste our precious resources.
Okay, I'm a little tired.
You guys go away and report back next month."
"yes."
The believers around the round table jumped into the pool deep in the cave, which was connected to the sea.
From this vast ocean, they can quickly return to their respective posts.
Hus leaned back on the stone chair behind him, staring at the statue of Cthulhu in the middle of the table with empty eyes.
It was one of the statues he had brought from the desert island; the others had been distributed to other towns.
Huss was not sure whether he was talking to himself or to the statue.
"What exactly is the Silver Spoon?"
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"Bang it up."
Jobtran followed Bismarck to the Ludwig Hotel and knocked on the door of room 302.
"Oh, wait a minute, I'll be right there."
Master Nietzsche's voice came from the room, along with the sound of a toilet flushing.
Joe Butran was a little amused and confused. It was obvious that the two of them came at the wrong time.
There were sounds of clothes being adjusted and metal buckles being heard from behind the door. It was obvious that Master Nietzsche was adjusting his clothes.
After a while, Master Nietzsche opened the door.
"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. God, I don't know if the cod I ate last night was fresh."
Master Nietzsche apologized.
"No, no, no, it's us who came here presumptuously and disturbed Master Nietzsche's rest."
Jobtrand had previously learned from Bismarck that the person who could help was the great writer Nietzsche, so he apologized humbly.
"Oh, how did you know I was Nietzsche, sir?"
Master Nietzsche asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Haha, I brought him here."
Bismarck spoke up.
Bismarck had been standing behind Jobertrand, but the taller Jobertrand blocked Bismarck's figure.
After hearing Bismarck's voice, Jobtran cleverly stepped aside two steps to allow Master Nietzsche to see Bismarck.
Bismarck saw what Jobtrand did and once again admired the man's excellence in his heart.
Master Nietzsche showed a look of surprise when he saw Bismarck.
"Oh my God, I didn't expect that Lord Bismarck would actually come to see me. Nietzsche is extremely honored. You two should come in and take a seat."
Nietzsche stepped aside to let the two men enter the room one after another, while Bismarck's bodyguards stood outside the door waiting.
Nietzsche sat down on the sofa after the two men came in, then slapped his head again.
"Look at my brain. I'll make tea for you two right away."
There was a slight smile on Jobtran's face. One would have never expected that the famous Master Nietzsche also had such a lovely side.
Master Nietzsche walked to the tea room and poured a cup of black tea for the two of them.
I said embarrassedly,
"Sorry, I used up all the sugar when I drank coffee last night."
"It's okay. The doctor also told me not to drink too much sugary drinks. I'm getting older, so I have to control my sugar and salt intake."
Bismarck took the tea and waved his hand.
"Let me introduce you to this man, Joe Butran. I can't reveal his identity to you right now, so just think of him as a detective. I'll let you two young people chat on your own."
Bismarck took a sip of black tea, leaned back on the soft sofa and spoke leisurely.
It was a rare opportunity to take a break from his busy schedule, and Bismarck was happy to have some free time.
After hearing this, Jobtran nodded to Master Nietzsche and cleared some space on the coffee table to place the documents in his backpack.
"The thing is, I wonder if the master has ever heard of the Great Book?"
Joe Butran asked as he took out the documents from his backpack.
Nietzsche was stunned for a moment, then laughed.
“The famous Devil’s Bible, of course.
I was very much looking forward to this big book with such a legendary story. I heard that it would take two or three adults to move it.
I just don’t know when I’ll have the chance to take a look at the book and its contents.”
After hearing this, Jobtran felt certain in his heart. He had previously worried that Nietzsche had no understanding of this book and that his trip was in vain.
"If you want to know the contents of the Big Book, today you can read it."
Jobtran pushed the document that had been placed on the coffee table in front of Nietzsche.
"This is a rubbing of the Devil's Bible. It has been reduced in size, but it is in the original proportions."
Jobtran explained.
"Oh, this is a very rare treasure. Can I see it?"
Master Nietzsche's smile revealed a few crow's feet at the corners of his eyes.
"Of course, I will wait for you, Master Nietzsche, to finish reading these pages, and then I will ask you a few questions.
These questions have troubled me for a long time. If Master Nietzsche can help me solve them, I will make a copy of the rest of the content, oh no, the entire Devil's Bible, for you, Master Nietzsche."
"That's great. I've heard that there's a huge secret hidden in the Devil's Bible, and I've always been interested in this book. Let me take a look now."
Master Nietzsche said excitedly.
Master Nietzsche's words awakened Jobtran.
"Why is there such a saying circulating in the world?"
Jobtran thought to himself.
But seeing that Master Nietzsche was reading with great interest the dozen pages of content brought by Jobtran, Jobtran did not ask any questions immediately, but waited patiently for Master Nietzsche to finish reading it.
After a while, Nietzsche sighed and put down the rubbings brought by Jobtrand.
"I wonder what the master has gained?"
asked Joe Butran.
"I have gained a lot, but I have only seen a little bit of the secrets that have been rumored."
Master Nietzsche rubbed his slightly sore eyes and took off the glasses he had put on before reading.
Master Nietzsche took out a silky cloth from the pouch on his chest, blew on the lenses of his glasses, and then wiped them gently with the cloth.
"Mr. Joe Butran, let me guess why you came to see me today, okay?"
Master Nietzsche asked Jobtran while concentrating on wiping the lenses of his glasses.
"Of course, just tell me what you think."
Jobtran confessed.
From Master Nietzsche's behavior, Jobtran understood that Master Nietzsche was a man who was not pretentious and who was very smart.
"I think you are looking for the missing eight pages. Am I right?"
"To be honest with Master Nietzsche, this is one of the reasons why Jobtran came here."
Jobtran nodded and answered Master Nietzsche's question frankly.
"From the dozen pages you gave me, it seems that eight pages were missing. Plus, according to rumors, a mysterious man once tore off eight pages of the Devil's Bible. These two clues are obviously the reason why you came to find me.
You hope that I can help you analyze the contents of these eight pages, but I can't do it."
Master Nietzsche sighed and said.
"I wonder if Mr. Jobtran has noticed that each page has at least two to three thousand words, and the contents of eight consecutive pages added up to almost the length of a short story.
Without many clues, it is impossible to infer what the contents of the missing eight pages are.
The location of these eight pages is also very wonderful. It is between the Old Testament and the New Testament, but the beginning and ending of both sides are not missing.
If we think about it this way, the contents of these eight pages may not necessarily be related to the Holy Light Church."
Every point of Master Nietzsche's analysis is authentic.
After hearing this, Joe Butran clapped his hands vigorously for several times in a row. He said excitedly,
“Yes, I found the same problem as you.
So I made a wild guess.”
Master Nietzsche listened to Jobtran's speech with some anticipation and his eyes lit up.
"Tell me about it."
"Praise the Holy Light, praise the Supreme Trinity, and forgive me for what I am about to say."
Jobtran first made a simple confession in such a mysterious manner, and then prepared to start expressing his own views.
Master Nietzsche curled his lips when he saw this. Nietzsche, who advocated the idea that "holy light is dead", was not impressed by this kind of ceremony, but he did not scold Jobtrand's behavior. After all, everyone has his own choice.
“The Old Testament talks more about the Holy Light, and the New Testament talks about the Son of God. So I wonder if the eight missing pages are about the devil or Satan.
To put it another way, the core of this devil's Bible should be hidden in those eight pages, otherwise the person who knew the truth would not have to tear off those eight pages."
Jobtrand explained to Nietzsche.
“According to your logic, the person who tore off those eight pages was trying to conceal some horrible truth, and to tear off the contents of those eight pages in order to protect future generations.
In other words, these eight pages may have been destroyed by that person?"
Nietzsche followed Jobtran's logic and asked.
"Yes, and what you just said made me realize my blind spot in thinking."
Joe Butron picked up the tea and took a sip and said.
"What?"
Master Nietzsche did not care that a remark he made unintentionally helped Jobtran to clarify his thoughts.
“You said that there is a rumor in the world that there is a secret in this book.
This led me to make a hypothesis, which, combined with the history of the Devil’s Bible, made the whole thing logical.”
Jobtran paused and smacked his lips.
Black tea without lemon juice and sugar tastes a bit astringent.
“Legend has it that the Devil’s Bible is a book written by the devil.
So why didn't the Benedictines burn it down in the first place, but kept it
This is a false proposition.
The people in the monastery could not have failed to see that this was the work of the devil.”
Joe Butran said.
Master Nietzsche was somewhat confused by what Jobtran said, and asked, "So what do you mean?"