I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 254 The rebellious Nello
Although the whiskey is good, the quantity is limited.

Such a meager amount of alcohol cannot fascinate the Crossroads Order, a group of esoteric cultists whose qualities far exceed those of ordinary people.

After three cups and five drinks, the employees, who could barely be called a little tipsy, said goodbye to each other and returned to their respective dormitories. It only took a moment of sound sleep for their powerful internal circulation systems to clear away the remaining alcohol in their bodies. , to welcome tonight’s overtime work again with great energy.

However, this group of esoteric cultists did not know that although the second-level mental state could provide them with abundant vitality, it could never help them detect the tiny moths that sneaked into the body along with the alcohol. Those greedy insects rarely suppressed their nature. The confusion and hunger quietly seep into the flowing blood from the folds of the stomach and intestines, follow the blood circulation to the brain, and lurk with deeper and further plans.

What awaits them tonight will no longer be boring repetitive work, but a disaster that may be called a rare opportunity. The lucky ones can escape from birth and regain their freedom, while the unlucky ones will die in disaster!
After leaving this short celebration party, Watson stepped onto the steps of the dormitory building with a bottle of fine whiskey that he had specially left behind. He stopped in front of another dormitory door and knocked on the door.

Before he tapped his knuckles for the second time, the door had already opened on its own. There was no light on behind the door. The figure of the person who opened the door was hidden in the shadows, but the dim light could not block the gaze of the moth's vision.

In Watson's view, the figure of the person who opened the door was exceptionally majestic and strong. There was still a touch of sweat on his exposed upper body, which made the strong body like watered by steel seem to be shining with oil, and the swollen and strong muscles seemed to be bulging. It is steel that has been tempered many times.

After all, in the moth's vision, the skin is indeed flowing with a color as thick as ancient iron, like a metal statue of a wise god.The savage bone fragments protruding from the joints shone with an unusually bright silver light, as if they were polished sharp blades, and every protrusion was as sharp as a sharp spear.

However, on this body with great muscular beauty, a group of deformed and ugly sarcomas suddenly protruded from the plump and strong chest. The surface of the sarcomas was covered with loose wrinkles, and the wrinkles seemed to be the signs of someone who was drunk and insane. The artist's pen drew a hasty and crude portrait sketch - the short parallel wrinkles seemed to be eyebrows, eyes and thin lips, and the meandering vertical wrinkles seemed to be painting the bridge of the nose.

And the fuzzy human face composed of these ugly wrinkles... actually bears some resemblance to Winfrey Morgan!There was also a faint radiance in the slightly narrowed eyes, and the light contained the idea of ​​foolish loyalty that could not be doubted and resisted.

Watson looked at his former subordinate, with an eager smile on his face, raised the bottle of wine in his hand, and asked: "Hey Nello, to celebrate my successful return from this mission, how about having a drink with me?"

Nello Bacchus's eyes no longer had the respect and admiration he had before. He looked suspiciously at his long-ago military boss who suddenly visited him, as if he was thinking about the reason why the other party was so pleased with him... Could it be that he wanted me to stay later? Take more care of him during the promotion ceremony?Hum, you are so naive, the promotion ceremony is the most important ceremony of the religious order, how can I interfere——

Although some time ago, I was still obsessed with my past service experience and could not get rid of the sense of obedience to John Watson, but now I have changed my mind, awakened under the revelation of the leader, made clear my responsibilities and obligations, and knew that I must help The leader must manage the sect well... and must not treat them differently. All believers must be treated equally!
But when I was in the army, this John Watson really took good care of me. Even if I gave him the same care as before, I barely drank this bottle of wine with him... I just happened to take advantage of this time to talk to John Watson. Spell out the relationship clearly and let him stop taking chances and mistakenly thinking that since he once served as my superior in the army, he can use this relationship to let me secretly open a back door for him and tolerate him working overtime every night with Crowley. Werther's lazy behavior.

I must sternly declare to John Watson that if you two continue to chat lazily among the trees with Clovette, I will definitely separate you two and assign them to other positions!Well... let's just assign the two of them to the busiest slaughtering assembly line, just in time to cure their love of fishing with hard work!
Watson waited for a while but received no response, and smiled awkwardly, "What's wrong, Nello, don't you invite me to come in and sit for a while? Or do we have to stand at the door and finish the bottle of wine?"

Nello Bacchus would only remain silent and nod slightly, step back silently and let the lazy John Watson get in. He was still thinking about how to show a stern yet gentle attitude later to remind John Watson. Sen, don't come to your room privately anymore... You are just an ordinary believer. If there is nothing important, don't come over again to disturb the rest of my deputy leader?
He felt that such words were not enough to reflect his majesty as a deputy leader... Well, it is true that being a leader is not easy, and I don't know when I will progress to the point where I can be as kind and powerful as the leader.

Nero sighed silently, and his inner admiration for the leader of Morgan became even more profound... I don’t know when I will be able to catch up with the leader’s elusive and majestic back.

When he sat down, the undisciplined John Watson had already taken his seat early, found the glasses under the table and filled two large glasses of whiskey. The faint aroma of wine rose in the room.

Smelling the aroma of the wine, Nero felt that his throat was thirsty for no reason, and a certain wine tendon in his brain began to tremble slightly... Well, it does smell like good whiskey, considering this bottle of wine For the sake of it, I'll put up with John Watson's rude behavior for now.

"Come on, Nello, let me offer you a toast first. Without your recommendation, I would never have been able to join such a noble organization as Crossroads Hospital, nor would I have known the true side of this world... I haven't been able to do so for so long. Thank you very much, I’ll drink first as a token of respect!!!”

Watson suddenly raised his glass and drank it in one gulp.

Seeing this, Nero nodded with satisfaction, thinking that this is the right thing. If I hadn't recommended you to the leader, you would still be a semi-invalid person with disabled legs and feet. Now that your injuries have not only healed, but you have also gained unprecedented strength, you will Have some fun.

He also slowly took the wine glass offered by the other party, took a sip with a smile, and then persuaded him: "John, don't blame me for speaking frankly. As a religious cult, you and I The only two Blade Masters should work together to help each other, but after all, I am the deputy leader of the religious order, and I must treat all believers equally. You should not do it again in the future-"

click click click -

Nero Bacchus suddenly heard some strange noise, like a low buzzing, a high-pitched scream, a scissor blade opening and closing...or an ancient moth whispering in the darkness. Whispers.

(End of this chapter)