Apostle of Cthulhu

For Alice, this problem was not a problem.

Siwei pulled her out of the bottomless abyss in the bonfire area. He was like a reborn parent to her. It was worth it to believe in a completely unknown faith for him.

So, she also took the pendant.

"What about you?" Jia looked at El, who seemed a little embarrassed.

After all, she was the daughter of the Duke's family. She was taught to believe in the doctrine of the spirit guard since she was a child, and she had been influenced by the relevant culture.

At this time, suddenly asking her to believe in another faith, not to mention what her father would say, might bring shame to the whole family.

Changing one's own faith is equivalent to treason!

"I won't force you to do anything," Jia Ya placed her pendant on Si Wei's bed, "It's not too late to decide where to put this pendant after you have made up your mind. But I still want to remind you that if you want to completely solve some of the secrets of your identity as a sleeper, believing in this belief will be the best choice. Because the doctrine of the spirit guard will never give you an answer."

El looked very uncomfortable, because Si Wei helped her to face up to her identity as a missionary and helped her to adjust the relationship with her father, but she couldn't help at this time.

For her who received aristocratic education, it was difficult to accept.

Finally, Jia finally set her sights on Nidhogg, "What about you, Mr. Pet?"

"Do you think your joke is funny?" Nidhogg turned his head away, "I don't need it."

"Why?" Jia asked, "Siwei is also the second companion in your life, right? Apart from Curtis, he is the person you have been with the longest, don't you want to help him?"

Nidhogg denied Jia's statement, "It's not that I don't want to help him, nor do I care about his safety, but I promised her that I would believe in the Goddess of Chaos."

Jia was silent for a moment and threw out her trump card, "If I let Joe Rupert come to you in person and ask you to help Siwei, will you still be stubborn?"

At this point, Nidhogg turned his head and looked at Jia, "You said...even Joe agreed?"

"The Star Foundation allows you to forget the previous vows. Curtis Brandt is a thing of the past, and Siwei is the person you should pay the most attention to now, isn't it?"

Nidhogg did not expect this.

It was a veteran who "joined" the expedition team at the beginning of its establishment. Unexpectedly, it was given to Si Wei unconditionally today.

Should we say... Is this mutual help among the members of the expedition team, or has it been abandoned?

Nidhogg didn't know the answer, but he knew it.

Only after the Star Foundation found Curtis Brandt could he get all the answers.

"Okay, give me the pendant." Nidhogg chose to accept it.

Since the Star Foundation "decentralized" it, it would not have any psychological burden.

Jia gave the pendant to Nidhogg and carefully wrapped it around him.

After confirming the initial number of believers, Galaher suddenly asked, "What is the name of our religion?"

Whether it is the spirit-keeping doctrine, the Pantheism or the Star Foundation, they all have names. If this is a belief headed by Si Wei, they should also know its name.

Jia looked at everyone and read curiosity in their eyes.

So, she took a deep breath and read out the name of the belief.

"The Church of Truth."

——

North Sea, Port Manburg, Seton Bar.

Today, the bar is still deserted. Although Seton Bar has a good reputation in the vicinity, the price is too expensive, and few ordinary drinkers stay here.

Thanks to this, some customers who like quietness and have a few bills in their pockets like to come here and take good care of the boss's business.

After a while, most of the faces are already familiar.

There is only one man who wears a hood every day to cover his face, sits in the deepest booth, with a glass of turbid wine on the table and a Reindeer brand cigarette in his hand, and sits there all day.

The boss never drove him away, but refilled his glass after he finished drinking.

Seton Bar never closes, and this man has never been seen leaving the booth.

There are always people who want to talk to him, but every time someone walks up, the boss will cough gently to remind that person not to go over.

Therefore, the identity of that person has become a secret in Seton Bar.

Some people speculated that he was a friend of the boss, who suffered a setback when starting a business and was burdened with millions of debts, so he could only hide from the boss.

Others speculated that his wife cheated on him, abandoned him, and took away all his property, and finally he could only survive in the boss's bar.

Rumors spread, but neither the man nor the owner of the bar came out to make a statement, which made the man's identity a secret.

However, today, at the beginning of the new year, a guest who had never been seen before came to the Seaton Bar.

He was very fair and looked like he was only about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a warm smile on his face. He was well-dressed, wearing a black bowler hat, and a single-sided gold-rimmed glasses hanging on his right eye, and he was gentle and refined.

"Hello, Mr. Arnold Griffin, you may not know me, but..."

Arnold, who was cleaning the goblet, interrupted him, "I know you, Nancy, the adopted son of Professor Si Wei of Nanyoku University, right?"

Nancy smiled even more, "Now that you know me, it's easier to talk to me. I guess you already know that the teacher is wanted by the empire, right?"

"Even the Dirty Squad has been taken out to take the blame. The matter must be serious enough to deserve my attention. But what does this have to do with me? Si Wei is wanted by the empire. That's because he did something bad on his own."

Nancy shook her head and corrected Arnold's words, "No, this is a mistake in His Majesty's own decision-making. And he himself has not yet understood the situation. From the beginning when he wanted Norris Anderson, his rule has already arrived end."

"Oh." Arnold's response was simple, "It still has nothing to do with me."

Seeing his attitude, Nancy did not feel any anger, "It doesn't matter, the purpose of my trip is not to find you. I am very interested in the gentleman sitting there. I must... You won't bother us if you don't want to come?"

Arnold showed a casual expression, "This guy has been eating and drinking at my place for so long. It would be a good thing if you can take him away."

Nancy politely thanked her, left the bar, and walked to the deepest booth.

When the drinkers around him saw this, they started talking one after another, wanting to know what happened.

Nancy didn't care about it, just walked straight to the booth opposite the man, and sat down.

"Hello," he said. "You're well."

The man raised his head, and from under his hood, Nancy saw this man's appearance.

Belle Clive.