I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 141 You Guess
Croweite pointed to an iron gate blocking the passage of the believers standing in front of the door, "John, inside is the database of our church, which stores all the secret materials inside the church and some other secret worlds. Knowledge, but if we want to borrow it, we need to get the consent of Mr. Winfreys first, and then Mr. Thor, who is in charge of reading the database, will open the portal, but we are not allowed to enter, and we have to wait for Mr. Thor to take out the correspondence. data of."

"Then we can go to the reading room next to it to look through the materials. There is a room for each person. It is mainly to prevent some church members who have not met the conditions from witnessing the high-level taboo knowledge borrowed by others." She pointed to The other passage next to it is relatively close at this moment, and Watson has already seen through the vision of the emerald roots and moths that there are multiple rooms in the depths of the passage.

"Then here is the material room, where some valuable tools, raw materials, and utensils are hidden. For example, the knives we got from the caves of Mithraism before, after being transformed by the casters inside the church, they are also Everything is stored in it... Hee hee, in fact, I am more used to calling this place the treasure room."

"And here is the forging room, ahem, John, you can smell the pungent coal smell, right? Almost all the casters of the church are in charge of forging and repairing some tools, but most of them are unskilled. Useful things, we are just a hospital and not a slaughterhouse, I really don't understand why they have to make so many swords and swords all day long, and there are a few times there are bang explosions, but fortunately we hide deep and reinforce them with silent hiding Ceremony, otherwise it would have been discovered long ago."

Croweite pointed to the extraordinarily deep, dark and wide passage, and there was a faint and miserable howling sound from inside. She approached Watson with some fear, and then said weakly: "This is a prison room, which is specially in charge of detaining people. Those poor out-of-control believers, in order to prevent them from failing to control their soaring desires and hurting other innocent believers, just like Gansel who attacked you madly last time."

"Oh, they are so pitiful. They have to stay underground every day, and they can't run and play at will, and they can't taste other delicious food. Croweite doesn't want to become like them in the future. John, you have to control your secrets too." The desire to pass on, but don’t let it get out of control.”

Watson nodded silently, looking thoughtfully at the emerald root leading to the prison room... In this root, there is a bright red liquid that is far more abundant than in other rooms.

And Croweite quickly pulled him to the next place.

"And the one next to it is the picking room. The emerald root system here grows very fast, and it will extend sharp branches in all directions like spider webs. Every once in a while, special tools have to be used to sharpen those sharp branches. The thorns fall off by themselves, and after being collected, they can be used as disposable needles for anesthesia, and you can quickly fall asleep with just a light prick." Croweite said with a smile: "Since Winfreys has now bred After this branch root system, our hospital does not need to purchase anesthetics anymore!"

"As for this, it is the production room."

When the girl said this, her eyebrows fluttered, as if she had thought of something extremely fun, "Working in the delivery room is so interesting! There are fat and white meat balls raised in a large earthen vat, as long as you follow the instructions every once in a while." If you have time, feed some raw meat prepared by the church in advance, and they will squeeze out a liquid like wine from the pipe behind the vat after a while... But the liquid looks a bit cloudy and dirty I didn’t even dare to taste it, for fear that I would have diarrhea after drinking it.”

"However, after the mixing room—that is, the room next door, the cloudy red wine-like liquid is filtered and cleared, it will become a delicious drink with a faint nectar flavor! Drink it and you will be able to drink it immediately. There is a faint vitality in the body!" When Croweite said this, she couldn't help sticking out her tongue and licking her lips, as if she was reminiscing about the taste she said.

"However, I changed my position recently, so I can't continue to work here, otherwise I will take John in to feel the feeling of being overwhelmed by the sweet and mellow smell."

Croweite continued to drag Watson to the next place, "This is the night snack cafeteria. After finishing the corresponding work at night, everyone can come here to rest. The religious order will provide you with a copy of what I just said. The nectar drink that arrived, if you can’t finish it, you can take it back, come back later when we finish our work.”

She pointed to a nearby passageway that extended without roots but was brightly lit. Inside was an empty room lined with long rows of chairs and desks. It is a place where almost completely harmless secret world knowledge is stored, such as all the sichen in the world, such as some records about Mansu, such as other ancient books written by esoteric believers but do not contain esoteric knowledge. Classics... Sometimes when my sister is in charge of controlling her body, she seems to come here to read books often, but I haven't actually gone in very often."

"Reading is so troublesome and tiring. It's enough to have a sister who knows the knowledge. Anyway, I can always ask my sister when I encounter something I don't understand. Although my sister can't answer me every time... I guess my sister must be too. I don’t know the answers to those questions, so I pretended to be stupid and didn’t talk to me.”

Croweite chattered, and dragged Watson to a row of extremely deep passages. The liquid flowing inside the emerald root system of these passages was extraordinarily bright red, almost covering the fluorescent green. s color.

"The work this room is responsible for... Actually, I don't know much about it." She pointed to several extremely deep passages nearby, "I don't know what room this leads to."

"I don't know here either."

"This place... I don't know either."

"However, I should have been in these rooms too, but at that time, my sister was in charge of controlling the body, and I can't remember exactly what was in charge of it... Wait!" Croweite suddenly lowered her head as if to be Thinking, "My sister said that these passages lead to various types of pig farms and slaughterhouses... Hey, is our religious order still responsible for raising livestock? Is the grilled bacon slices we usually eat the meat pigs we raise? No wonder there is a strange smell coming from inside from time to time, and occasionally there is a sound like killing a pig, it turns out that it is really killing a pig."

The girl turned her head and asked Watson, "Sister Emma didn't mean what I thought about a meat pig, John, do you know what a meat pig means?"

Watson just smiled and shook his head, "I don't know, don't meat pigs mean pigs for food?"

"Well... my sister didn't reply. Forget it, let's leave her alone. We will continue with our work, and then we will be working tonight!" Croweite looked at Watson with a smile, her eyes flickering with a seemingly sly of light.

"John, why don't you guess what our job is for?"

(End of this chapter)