The next morning, many people discovered "graffiti" on the walls of the warehouse area.
In fact, compared to the graffiti that appeared before, what appeared this time can be called a mural or a relief, as if it was carved out by a craftsman with a knife. And when the priest from the local church arrived in a hurry, he immediately showed a headache.
"Isn't this... just painted on one side? Who did this?"
"I don't know." The guard on the side replied, "I asked the nearby security guards and they didn't notice any suspicious people last night. It was probably just a prank."
"Prank? Did you see what is written on it? This is disrespectful to God!" The priest seemed a little dissatisfied and immediately turned to the guard, "You just covered up the insult last time and even arrested a prisoner. If you don’t come out, what will happen this time? Let me tell you, if this continues, you will definitely be punished by the gods!”
"Yes Yes Yes… "
Several guards lowered their heads after being scolded, and kept saying yes, but a little impatience began to flash in their eyes.
"I don't care what you say, find the prisoner for me." The priest continued, "As for the things on this wall, please cover them up for me!"
The guard raised his head again when he heard the words: "Sir... it's engraved on it, how can I cover it?"
"That is God's test for you, not for me." The priest snorted somewhat displeasedly and said, "Don't let others see what is on this wall, otherwise, you will bear the consequences yourself."
After saying that, he turned around and left here with an ugly look on his face. The guards looked at his leaving figure, looked at each other, and shook their heads.
"What should I do?" a guard suddenly asked.
"...Forget it, never mind it!" The guard captain suddenly waved his hand and said, "If you want to remove it, you can only repair the entire wall. Who is going to pay for it? Just keep it. People from the church can come and ask. Find something to talk about and go back."
"Then... what if divine punishment really comes?"
"That's also the fault of these priests." The captain shook his head, turned around, and waved to a few people, "Let's go, there is still busy work at the city hall!"
In this way, people from the church and government left one after another, leaving the slogans and figurine paintings on the walls in the warehouse area. In the remote and deserted warehouse area, many people gradually began to stop and stay because of this wall.
People were talking about the posters of the past few days, about the chaos in the country, and about the increasing number of anti-Church slogans on the streets. As for some more sensitive people, they suddenly seemed to notice something and began to gather towards the tavern in the city.
In the middle of the night, the tavern was still as busy as daytime. The densely arranged seats were filled with people. Under the dim light, the strong smell of alcohol made the conversation even more noisy.
No one noticed that some faces that were not often seen in the tavern were quietly walking through the crowd.
"Have you seen that wall in the warehouse in the south of the city? I don't know who did it. They were so brave. They carved it with a knife. Those people couldn't do anything..."
"Hey! Are you talking about what's written on the wall?"
"Yeah, why? Do you have any objections?"
"I don't have any objections, but... if you think those words are interesting, please check with the Black Nightmare Club."
Whenever someone was discussing in the tavern and expressed dissatisfaction with the church, someone would often come over to talk to them, sometimes showing a pamphlet with an invisible title, and sometimes mentioning something called "Black Nightmare Society".
Sometimes, the two parties would continue chatting, and sometimes they would just have a brief contact and then turn around and leave... In short, if you pay attention, it is not difficult to find that there are shadows of some kind of organization appearing in various taverns in Coster.
"Black Nightmare Club? What do you do?"
"Don't you think the things painted on the walls actually make sense? The church collects the most money from baptisms, worships, indulgences... but does nothing. Don't you want to be unhappy with the church too?"
When asked such words, some people would look frightened and shake their heads in panic; others would raise their eyebrows and look interested.
—Most of the people who were asked were already three to four degrees drunk, and it was difficult to hide their likes and dislikes. Some people even got excited immediately, hit it off, and talked endlessly about how much they disliked the church.
In the end, they would either choose to accept the brochure or get an invitation from the other party.
—An invitation to join the "Black Nightmare Club".
In the past few days, this kind of scene appeared many times in several taverns in Coster, and it also attracted the attention of some people. However, the environment in the tavern is already chaotic, and it is difficult to find a few people who have ulterior motives to talk to. After a few days, this phenomenon quickly disappeared, so gradually no one paid attention to it.
However, in the attic of the Coster Academy ANBU stronghold...
“I didn’t expect that so many people couldn’t stand the church’s style.”
Benjamin counted the remaining invitations, breathed a sigh of relief, and couldn't help but sigh.
There is no doubt that the people hanging around the tavern these days are him and several other intelligence agents from the academy's dark department. After the murals were left in the warehouse district, they launched an operation to recruit the first rebels of the Horli Kingdom.
Since there is wooing, there must be a formed organization. The Magic Academy does not belong to any country, and this organization that resists the church should represent the Kingdom of Hori and the will of the local people. Therefore, Benjamin came up with the name "Black Nightmare Club".
—will become a nightmare for the church, that’s the implication.
"Second and old-fashioned, no underground punk band in the last century would have such a name." The system naturally started to complain about his naming ability, but Benjamin was already used to it and ignored it at all.
In the publicity of the tavern, they probably sent out hundreds of invitations, not much, but it was a pretty good start. The key at the moment is not to let the church realize their actions, so everything is still very low-key, and the Black Nightmare Society only maintains propaganda on a small scale. Even if the church hears this name, it should think it is just a prank or some gangster, and will not pay special attention to it.
As for the "Declaration of Free Magic," this book has definitely long been notorious within the church. Therefore, he tore off the cover of the pamphlet, and when he was recruiting people in the tavern, if he met someone with magical talent, he would give the book out and contribute to the cultivation of local mages in Horli Kingdom.
"I think... these people may be a little unreliable." The king watched everything and couldn't help but said, "A bunch of drunkards, am I the only one who can rely on them to regain the throne?"
He seemed to regret his decision to follow Benjamin.
"Alcoholics also have energy that cannot be underestimated." Benjamin advised, "It doesn't really matter who they are. What matters is that they are from the Kingdom of Hori, and they are very dissatisfied with the church. That is enough."
The king obviously still doesn't understand this truth at this moment.
However, he had no other choice. He nodded and asked: "So... how many people do you think will be able to come to the rally in a few days?"
When Benjamin heard this, he scratched his head and said, "Well... twenty of them. I will be thankful to God if twenty of them can come by then."
The king was dumbfounded and froze on the spot, speechless.