Apostle of Cthulhu

On the outskirts of Modo City, in a small villa that looks relatively unique.

Norris was sitting in the garden of the villa, holding a watering can in his hand, watering the flowers in the garden.

Norris did not take any action during this period and was just living his peaceful life in this small villa outside Modo City.

Beverly was with him, because her trip to Zilla City was not known to the people in the Divine Tribunal, so she was not allowed to take the blame.

As the beginning of the new year, Norris sat in the garden as always, enjoying the sunshine and breeze, sitting on a chair and smelling the fragrance of the garden.

At this moment, a smell that made him feel quite uncomfortable entered his nasal cavity.

"What are you doing here?" Norris didn't turn his head or take any precautions. He just asked the guy who suddenly appeared next to him and sat next to him with a portable chair.

The wakeman held a cup of coffee in his hand, as if he was an entrepreneur who had just come here for a vacation. "I haven't seen you for three years. I'm here to see you. What's the problem? Can't I just miss you?" "

Norris sneered, "It's because you haven't come to me for three years, so I'm even more suspicious of your purpose. Moreover, I vaguely guessed the reason why you made a special trip to come to me."

"I like talking to smart people, so I have never been unhappy with you. You know this very well." The waker said, "Do you feel it? Your strength is weakening day by day."

Norris put down the watering can and glanced at his palm, "I do feel this way. I thought you were going to die. So, what is the reason?"

"Our power is directly linked to the quantity and quality of believers. The current wake doctrine has been impacted to a considerable extent. Although the number of believers has not decreased much, the quality has been affected."

These words already showed the seriousness of the matter. Norris frowned. If a faith has no believers, then its god is destined to die.

Of course, the messengers of the gods will definitely not be counted as believers. Once the gods die, they will also die.

"What should I do?" Norris asked.

The waker shook his head, "You don't need to do anything about me."

This answer was also beyond Norris's expectations. Logically speaking, this was related to the life and death of the waker, but he told himself not to worry about it?

Vaguely, Norris seemed to have guessed something, but he did not dare to say the answer.

"I know what the Goddess of Chaos and the Bishop are paying attention to. Now the three of us can be said to have evil intentions, but we just haven't confessed to each other. Norris, no matter what happens in the future, you just need to remember Just live in one thing.

“When a person has no faith, it does not mean that the person is hopeless.

“But when a person despairs of what he originally believed in, there is no turning back.

"Everyone living in this world is looking for their own share of truth, but only a few can find it, and most people are still wandering in confusion.

“Those who bring truth and hope to those who are lost are the ones this world really needs.”

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In Modo City, Bai Fuli was buying the ingredients she needed on weekdays as always.

As a wanted criminal, Norris must be able to reduce his exposure to the public, as much as possible. So whether it was the task of going out to buy ingredients or the task of going out to collect information related to Si Wei, it all fell on her shoulders.

Although she would speak harshly to Norris on weekdays, when she thought that this was something that could help Jia, she actually didn't resist it so much deep down in her heart.

Norris was a poor man, and it was not unusual for Siwei to find him working in Accra, since he had worked in many different places by now.

At this special time, Norris must not be able to find a place to work. Fortunately, Beverly works in an imperial agency and earns a lot of salary every month, so she can take care of Norris.

She also bought the villa outside Modo City.

At the time when Belle returned to Volingdu, she also returned to Volingdu.

Because this point of time happened to be the time when rumors about the destruction of Zila City were reported, Egbert's position was affected. All imperial agencies must be together, and each agency sends some representative figures to vote on the impeachment case.

The first year, the vote is tied, and it rolls over to the next year.

The next year, the vote is still tied, and the next year passes.

Until this year, according to imperial law, if the votes are still tied in the third year, then the matter will be rejected, and Egbert can still sit on the throne of the imperial king.

Of course, the power that Egbert has been able to exercise in the past three years has been very small. He is basically under "house arrest". Even if he meets people, he must go through multiple checks.

In a few weeks, he will have to return to Volingdu again to participate in the final ruling of the case as a representative of the Divine Arbitration Tribunal.

"Alas..." When she thought of this, Beverly sighed, "Whatever Egbert does has nothing to do with me, why do I have to participate...don't those old things move on their own?"

Just as she was complaining, someone stopped in front of her.

She raised her head impatiently. Just when Beverly was about to say something, she saw clearly the face of the person blocking her.

It's actually Gia Greenwell!

"Ji...Jia?" Beverly was a little surprised, "You...why did you come to Modo City?"

"I have a task to give you," Jiya said straight to the point without too many polite words, "First, pray to the Lord of Truth believed in by the Truth Sect regularly every day for at least half an hour.

"Second, the final ruling will be held at the Privy Council in Volingdu in three weeks. At that time, all eight decision-makers of the Privy Council will participate. I only want to see one situation."

Beverly asked: "What's going on?"

Jiya had no expression, as if she was describing a perfectly normal thing, "The eight of them turned into a corpse."

Kill the eight decision-makers of the Privy Council? This sounds like an impossible task to Beverly!

If Norris helps, Beverly thinks it might be okay, but this is a task assigned to her by Jiya. How can this be done?

"Don't worry, I won't let you die." Jiya guessed what Beverly was thinking, "You just need to adapt to circumstances, and when the time comes... there will be other people who will perform most of the tasks."