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Chapter 46 The Truth Society of Farasone

Chapter 46 The Truth Society of Farazon
Calvi's starry sky is still dreamy, even in the largest city in this flowery country.

Linton and Iris followed the fat man and his team into Farathon easily. On the way, they didn't encounter the fat man sitting on the ground raising prices, or being ambushed along the way.

It's understandable when you think about it. After all, people take people into the city as a business. If they bury holes at will, no one will patronize them.

Along the way, Linton, Iris and the others were not stopped much, and the interrogation by the guard gate was handled very simply.

There are two reasons for this ease.

For one thing, Farasong as a whole is divided into inner and outer cities. Most of the people living in the outer city are ordinary people, and the security is not too strict.

Second, no one really dares to invade a city favored by gods, right?

After entering the city, the temporary team fell apart. Linton and Iris walked along the stone-paved road while observing the people and society in the city.

Ordinary houses are mostly Romanesque, with attics on the top floors; and flowery churches that can be seen everywhere are more Gothic, with tall, pointed roofs and windows inlaid with stained glass.

There is no curfew in Farasong, so even in the middle of the night, you can still hear people shouting.

Maybe it's going out to have a drink with friends after a busy day, or doing something that I'm too embarrassed to do during the day.

Iris couldn't help feeling a little emotional about the city she had lived in for several years.

"Although I don't have a good impression of Farasong, after a few days of living in the wild, I still miss the bustling city."

Linton smiled lightly: "Cities are the result of the evolution of human society, and there will naturally be yearning for them."

Iris curled her lips, as if she wasn't very interested in his textbook answer.

"By the way, where are we going now?" Miss Knight tilted her head and asked, "With our current situation, it's impossible for the hotel to accept us, right?"

"Go to the place where I used to live."

Iris was taken aback: "Have you stayed in Farasong?"

"That's it."

Linton said perfunctorily.

He must have never lived here, but the dead necromancer did!
As the political, economic and academic center of the Blossoming Kingdom, necromancers who once pursued forbidden arts certainly came here to search for some information.

He even wanted to sneak into the royal cemetery to study the difference between the remains of the royal family and ordinary people, but he had to give up considering the huge gap in strength.

Turning across the street and through the alleys, Linton finally stopped in front of an ordinary small house.

He didn't take the key, but pushed open the door and walked in.

"Did you not lock the door after leaving home for so long?"

The puppet lady entered the room while complaining, and the damp smell that hit her face made her frown beautifully.

There is not much furniture in the room, only a set of tables and chairs and a wooden bed. A few dusty books are neatly placed on the table, and the quilt on the bed is also folded squarely.

Overall, it's pretty clean.

"If a thief enters here, they will probably go back crying. There is no need to lock the door."

Linton swept the dust, sat down on the chair, and turned his head to look at the girl.

"Iris, do you have a way to contact that Miss Weier?"

Iris thought for a while and said, "I usually go directly to Wei'er, and there is almost no written contact."

"Is that so?" Linton lightly stroked the armrest of the wooden seat with his fingertips, thinking slightly.

"Although I haven't done it before, I can give it a try. Maybe I can ask Wei Er out."

"No, no need." Linton smiled lightly, "We are here to visit, there is no reason to let the person being visited go out."

"Rest first, I will find my own way tomorrow."

In the early morning of the next day, the two appeared in front of an ordinary clothing store.

"Iris, can you wait for me outside?"

"No problem, I'll find a place to hide."

Miss Doll's answer was very straightforward, far more decisive than the hesitation in Linton's tone.

Linton was somewhat surprised by this attitude.

Iris didn't have much turmoil in her eyes, she just said, "You must have your reasons for your choice, and I have no objection."

Linton applauded and exclaimed, "You've grown up, Iris."

"Go, go, go and do your thing."

Linton smiled lightly, and subconsciously wanted to rub the girl's head, but Iris had been forewarned and gave him a contemptuous roll of the eyes before disappearing into the shadows between the houses.

Putting away his expression, Linton walked into the clothing store with his head down.

In fact, it wasn't that he didn't want to bring Iris in, but that Miss Puppet couldn't come in at all.

This clothing store is actually a stronghold of the Truth Society.

Thanks to the excellent law and order and lax patrolling, the guards hardly go door-to-door to check posts. In addition, the current congregation of the Truth Church is still safe and secure, and the lights are dark, so the truth has the opportunity to insert a iron nails.

Entering the clothing store, the clerk glanced at him, didn't say anything like welcome, just nodded with a simple smile.

The members of the Church of Truth who have experienced baptism always have an inexplicable sense of affinity with each other, so it is easy for both parties to distinguish each other's identity.

But if the shop assistant who came here didn’t notice the aura of being of the same kind, unless the person who brought you here is one of the twelve stars, even if you talk dry, this place is just a clothing store selling clothes.

──Those who have not been baptized in faith cannot enter the halls dedicated to the gods.

"May Allah guide you."

Linton bowed slightly, and then turned into the stairwell.

Going down the escalator, a wooden door carved with countless simple and mysterious patterns blocked his way.

Linton clasped his hands together, his eyelids drooped slightly, showing his aura unreservedly.

The next moment, the wooden door automatically revealed the world hidden behind it without anyone touching it.

Linton opened his eyes and saw the room that should not belong to the basement at all.

The surrounding walls are patchwork of clear water red bricks, the space is huge, with a vertical height of almost six to seven meters; four huge white jade pillars are engraved with countless mysterious lines, propping up this fantastic space, as if it is indestructible, unbreakable.

In the innermost part, a statue of a god with a vague face stands on it.

He crossed his arms and put his hand on the opposite shoulder, looking majestic and mysterious from a distance.

There were a lot of people in this basement church, about three to forty people, almost all of them raised their faces, with unparalleled fanaticism in their eyes.

"Mr. Crewishire?"

A slightly surprised call suddenly came from Linton's side.

Turning his head to look, the man was wearing a plain off-white long gown, his temples were slightly white, and he seemed to be quite old.

"Long time no see, Mr. Shika."

Linton smiled.

This Mr. Shika is the person he needs to find on this trip.

(End of this chapter)