Don't call me evil god

Brandon Robert spent the entire hot sunday in a state of uneasiness.

Of course, his first reaction was not to believe what was written on the note.

This is like the kind of liar who sets up a stall on the roadside and talks about free fortune telling. He starts by saying that you have unique qualifications and endless potential, and you will definitely become a legend in the future. Now you only need to give me 10 silver coins, and I will give you guidance. A clear path that tells you how to reach the top of your life.

But this time things are different.

His name was clearly written on the note.

Brandon thought about it and finally thought of a possibility that he couldn't believe:

Maybe... someone is interested in him!

To know his name, you must have sent someone to research relevant information about him!

There's no need to pull this prank. Maybe someone really discovered his "potential" and planned to recruit and train him?

Thinking of this, Brandon couldn't help but start to have wild thoughts:

"Could it be...that I really have some talent that I don't know about?"

"Is there a possibility that I am actually a genius?"

Brandon's growth experience was very simple. His parents were from the Kingdom of Reyak and came to work in Greenport, during which time Brandon was born.

In other words, Brandon is a kid who grew up in Green Harbor.

Since childhood, he has witnessed various professionals accepting entrustments from their employers to escort caravans, find items, and resolve disputes. Seeing how they can freely choose their own lifestyle, Brandon is extremely envious.

He also dreamed of getting the best sword at home, becoming a powerful professional, and leaving his own legend on the continent.

The ideal is very full, the reality is very skinny.

Even if it is the warrior career route with the lowest requirements, if you want to sign up for training in the warrior guild, the prerequisite is to bring or purchase qualified weapons and armor.

The actual situation that Brandon faced was that his family didn't even have a wooden sword, let alone a good sword.

Not to mention the sky-high price of armor.

With the extra money he finally saved from working part-time jobs, Brandon thought about buying a handy weapon so that he could practice his combat skills at home.

Brandon didn't even have to think about the weapons sold in the trade fair or the warriors' guild, he simply couldn't afford them.

Forged from fine steel and cast by professional dwarf craftsmen, the standard long sword is naturally priced in gold coins.

Brandon is committing a crime if he dares to take another look!

Under his conditions, he could only try his luck in the black market in Xiacheng District to see if there were cheap inferior goods, or black goods whose origins were unknown and had to be sold at low prices.

If nothing else, it would be difficult for him to complete the transformation from an ordinary person to a professional.

The result suddenly told him that there was a way for him to become a powerful professional.

And it doesn’t look like a prank!

Brandon was moved.

…

There are many people who have had similar experiences to Brandon.

It's night, Money Brothers Tavern.

Brandon looked at his surroundings slightly warily.

The location of Money Brothers Tavern is not difficult to find out. You can tell it by asking the errand boy in the lower town.

When Brandon arrived, a girl wearing a black church nun's uniform motioned for him to follow and took him to the underground cellar of the tavern.

Brandon counted, besides him, there were four people present.

"Just a moment please."

The girl gestured to Brandon.

When the melodious midnight bell came from the distance, the girl clapped her hands gently, attracting everyone's attention.

"Everyone, you are here probably to become professionals."

“To embark on a career path requires talent, and more importantly, property.”

"You are all selected people. As long as you are willing to work hard, you will not be limited by your talents."

"As for property...please rest assured, our sect is willing to help you solve it."

Brandon suddenly became wary when he heard the word sect.

As for sects, in addition to the orthodox churches of several major gods, there are also various small sects of external gods, and even evil god worship sects that plan various conspiracies and conspiracies in various dark corners.

Since the other party could write his name on the note, he must have come prepared.

It is certainly impossible for the Orthodox Church to place its meeting place in the underground cellar of such a downtown tavern;

So, this so-called sect is either a stronghold of believers of a certain foreign god, or... worse, the evil god's lair!

While Brandon was thinking wildly, the girl continued:

"In order for you to witness the sincerity of our sect."

"Even if you don't plan to join us, you can still take a professional talent test here for free."

"This is the benefit of joining our sect. The professional talent test can let you know the career path that is most suitable for you."

“Because this is the first time we are recruiting believers in Green Harbor, everyone can experience it for free.”

Brandon's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

broken!

He shouldn't have bumped into the evil god's sect!

Although he is just an ordinary person, he has never eaten pork but has seen pigs running away!

He knows that professional talent testing is a unique magic of the Church of the God of Justice, and is famous for its high fees!

Logically speaking, only true believers in the God of Justice can use this magical technique.

Dare to use this kind of thing as "religious benefits", maybe it is a lie from the evil god, used to deceive ordinary people who are unaware!

"Evil God! Heretic!"

Brandon hadn't figured out how to get out of this sect base that was suspected to be the lair of the evil god, but he heard a young man next to him shouting angrily.

"Professional talent detection belongs to the great power of the God of Justice Phil! You are not a believer of the God of Justice, you are lying!"

Brandon was dumbfounded.

No, buddy, are you so reckless?

Even if we know that this is a cover for the evil god, shouldn't we pretend to be ignorant, pretend to cooperate, and find a way to leave here quickly and report to the Orthodox Church?

You shouted, didn't you tear your face off directly!

If they know that their identities are exposed, they will kill them on the spot and sacrifice all the unlucky people who were deceived?

However, the girl still looked calm when she heard the accusation:

"Sir, I think you misunderstood something."

"The one who guides our sect is a great god."

"Although he is not the god of justice, his power is very special. Therefore, the believers of our sect can also get Phil's approval and use his magic."

"If you don't believe it, I can show you the magic now, and everyone present is a witness."

After hearing the explanation, the young man who shouted "evil god heresy" confirmed with half-belief:

"Can it be shown now, right here?"

"If I don't feel right, I can leave at any time, right?"

The girl smiled and nodded affirmatively: "Of course."

"In the name of my Lord, I promise."

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