I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 314 Roundtable
Emma looked around and saw a young man wearing a dark suit sitting at the chair of a round table that could accommodate 13 people.

The other party was wearing a black round-brimmed woolen hat, and the wide brim of the hat drooped slightly to cover his forehead.Four slaves with deformed flowers growing on their heads were standing behind them silently.

But the face looks quite young, and there is a certain clear stupidity in the eyes, so that the pretentious smile looks a bit funny, as if a child puts on the clothes of his parents and thinks he has grown up. .

"You said you were John's son... John is only in his twenties, how could he have a son as old as you?!"

Emma asked doubtfully and sarcastically: "Is it possible that John already had the ability to take advantage of the big neighbor's sister when he was ten years old?"

And this little kid who called himself John's son just turned his head and looked at Emma, ​​his light brown eyes seemed to be trembling slightly.

Emma seemed to have some kind of hallucination in a trance - she seemed to see this person's eyes bulging fiercely in an instant, as if they were two fist-sized multi-faceted obsidian inlaid in the eye sockets, and there was something very familiar deep in the dark gem. The terrifying icy cold light disappeared in an instant.

She couldn't help but tremble all over, and the bone spurs pierced deep in her skull began to buzz. This purely physical vibration was mixed with an indescribable weird roar. This mottled and mixed noise was like twisted iron nails dancing wildly in her head. Trembling wildly, the overwhelming pain that is difficult to describe in words reverberated in the skull.

Emma's face turned as pale as snow in an instant, and the cold sweat that flowed wildly wet her clothes. She covered her head in pain, but she couldn't even scream out.

The young Watson just maintained a faint smile and reminded softly: "Miss Emma, ​​please be careful. Although my father's body has been imprisoned in the lunatic asylum under the Anti-Suppression Bureau, his spirit is always with us."

"My father himself is keeping an eye on this meeting."

Sebastian said as he slowly took off his woolen hat, revealing his short light brown hair that was obviously of a different bloodline from John's. However, what really caught the eye was the boy's broad forehead!
I saw that on the forehead, which was broad, even, and protruding enough to be evaluated as heavenly by ancient Eastern magicians, there was an unusually large round flesh pupil, like a mass of deformed and twisted sarcoma as big as a fist. !

Dark, knotted blood vessels are clearly visible between the sarcoma and the boy's forehead, but for some reason it gives the impression that it has been struck by lightning. There are traces of burning on the blood vessels that flow with madness and insanity.

At this moment, the deformed and huge round pupils on the boy's head were staring at Emma, ​​who was uttering words. The darkness in the pupils was deeper than the darkest night, and the indifference in the eyes was colder than the polar ice. .

Emma suddenly shuddered, and the violent pain in her skull seemed to sense the fear in her heart, and she stopped contentedly.

The frightened woman still had fear in her eyes, but she still reluctantly lowered her head to avoid that terrifying gaze.

But she murmured angrily in her heart: "You said that the spirit is with us... I didn't expect that John also likes to play these magical things."

As soon as her heartfelt voice came out, Emma felt a little regretful... But fortunately, the bone spurs in her brain seemed unable to detect the dissatisfaction in her heart, and did not start the violent shaking and pain again.

Nello witnessed the whole dispute between Emma and the chief's son, but he did not say a word to take sides. He just listened and ate silently, until Emma closed her eyes due to the fear and pain of that moment. Mouth, he slowly put down the silver fork in his hand, but he did not put down the knife in his hand.

He turned the blade towards his belly, and without hesitation, he opened his abdomen and took out the blood-stained box hidden in the empty space of the body cavity. There was a faint heartbeat-like rhythm inside the ebony box, and the strangely sweet and fragrant blood evaporated. breath.

"Sir Watson, this is the memory you entrusted to me. I have never dared to forget your instructions and trust, and I have been hiding and protecting it... Now it is time to hand it back to you."

Sebastian smiled and took the ebony box that was still full of enthusiasm. The deformed round pupils on his forehead finally changed their target and looked at Nello who was sitting upright. The cold indifference deep in his pupils seemed to fade a little, slightly. Trembling as if to express recognition.

The young man felt the buzzing in his head and nodded slightly with understanding - the bird body that his father had originally abandoned had already been destroyed by the thunder of Winfrey's rage. Fortunately, his father was able to throw away those unnecessary and unnecessary things in time. The flesh and blood tissue, retaining the most important eyeballs, fell and lurked in the weeds by the river under the cover of night. Only then could he take advantage of the fact that everyone from the Anti-Suppression Bureau rushed into the Cross Road Hospital to save his father's body. Incarnate and pick it up.

And without the body that has not completely given up flesh and blood, his father's left eye must be parasitic in his body, absorbing the nutrients of his flesh and blood to provide vitality - this is not an obligation that everyone can enjoy. The common blood of mortals is different from those The flesh and blood of the inferior mothman cannot provide enough nutrients at all, and it is like a desert wasteland without any grass.

Only I, who have the same bloodline as my father, can support my father’s eyes with my own flesh and blood!This is my honor and the mission I was born to fulfill!

Due to the parasitic relationship with his father's eyes, he also established a spiritual connection with his father at this moment. His father's words echoed in his mind, allowing him to listen to his father's teachings every moment.

Sebastian took the sweet and fragrant ebony box and said with gratitude: "Thank you, Mr. Nero! Thank you for your support to the death! Father will never betray your loyalty and trust."

"By the way, are you satisfied with tonight's meat? These are ingredients carefully selected by my father and cooked by me myself. I hope they are to your liking."

Hearing this, Nello once again looked at the dazzling sumptuous dishes on the table. He was also a secret messenger who also practiced sword skills. His facial features were as sharp as sharp blades. Naturally, he had already caught a glimpse of the plump and meaty lamb tripe. The pieces of meat inside that have not been chopped into enough pieces - this dish is supposed to involve emptying the sheep's stomach first, then filling it with minced sheep offal and seasonings, and then boiling it until the stomach swells.

This meat-stuffed lamb tripe made by Chief Watson's son obviously uses another unique and delicious ingredient.

Moreover, the ingredients are selected with great care. Even the incompletely minced pieces of meat that appear to be defects of cooking errors actually contain some kind of careful design.

That was a small thought that only Nero Bacchus could understand - a long piece of meat hidden in a sauce-colored stomach pouch, with a faintly visible tattoo engraved next to the dark protrusion that even the pickling sauce could not hide.

It was a series of slightly faded lilac letters - Bacchus.

The meaning may be the tough quarantine in a certain slaughterhouse, or it may be a special sign that a customer has reserved in advance, or it may be the last name of the ingredient seller.Nello Bacchus's face was filled with a smile of pleasure and hatred. He first took the needle and thread handed over by the slave with flowers on his face, and sewed his own scars with one hand according to the commander's teachings on the battlefield.

At the same time, he held the silver fork in his other hand, stabbed the offal flesh and blood in the stuffed lamb belly, put it into his mouth, and chewed it hungrily.

The spicy and sweet taste dances between the lips and teeth, and the regrets and hatreds of childhood seem to disappear due to this exquisite taste buds.

Perhaps this is the charm of food. The delicious and delicious taste can even heal the long-standing pain in people's hearts, and can even persuade people to let go of their inner hatred and resentment... Mother, you can rest in peace. Sir Watson has passed away. Solve everything that cannot be explained in detail for you!
He praised from the bottom of his heart: "Well, it tastes very good! The spiciness is mixed with a hint of sweetness, which not only neutralizes the fishy smell of the internal organs, but also retains the original flavor of the ingredients... It is really delicious!!!"

Nero frantically inserted the thick meat into his mouth, his cheeks bulging high, but he could still express his words clearly: "Please express my sincere gratitude to Chief Watson for me, and also thank you." …Master Sebastian, your cooking skills are really excellent!”

A bright and ferocious smile broke out on the young man's face, his serrated fangs pierced with joy, and the tip of his tongue split and forked with joy.

"You're overestimating me. I have to keep working hard. I'm planning on developing my career as a chef. I hope that one day I can search for the rarest and most delicious ingredients in the world and hold a real meat feast for everyone."

Emma looked at the other two people who obviously had something to hide from her. She hesitated to speak but in the end she smacked her lips and said nothing.

Clovette, who was sleeping, also woke up at this time. She could vaguely sense the outside world through her sister. When she saw the big table of sumptuous dishes in front of her, she shouted happily, "Sister, sister, sister." , why didn’t you wake me up when you secretly ate something delicious?! Come on, let me try the steak tartare in front of you! It looks like the signature dish at the Rules restaurant that John took me to before!!!”

Emma was just about to reply to her greedy sister in her heart, but she didn't expect that the young man who had revealed his ferocious appearance without any concealment suddenly turned his head to look at her and said with a smile: "This must be Crowley. Miss Te, my father often mentioned you to me before. He often praised your sweet smile for the power to make people laugh. Every time he saw your smile, his father seemed to be infected and felt much more relaxed and happy. "

"Hey! Sister, who is this scary-looking person? How did he know that I was hiding in my sister's body? And he also said that his father had seen me. Who is his father?"

Emma replied angrily in her heart: "John Watson, his father is John Watson."

Crowett exclaimed: "Scared?! Does Mr. John actually have such an old son? Mr. John looks so young, you can't tell it at all!"

"Wait a minute, why did Mr. John's son invite us to a dinner party? Why is Mr. Nello there... Is this a banquet between good friends? But why isn't Mr. John there?!"

"Okay, stop talking nonsense and get straight to the point!" Emma interrupted the chatter in her head, and also interrupted Watson's son's praise of Crovette.

She asked bluntly: "Didn't you tell us to come to discuss the establishment of a religious order?"

"Then we, no, what kind of religious order does John want to create, and which Sichen should be worshiped in the religious order?"

"No, no, no, Ms. Emma, ​​you have misunderstood." Sebastian shook his head slowly, "Father does not intend to worship any Si Chen, nor will he restrict worship to fixed principles."

"People should be born free, even if our actions must be bound by the laws and rules established by superiors due to differences in birth environment."

"But at least our thoughts should be free and unfettered. We should put aside the burdens that hinder our thinking and focus on pursuing the truth of the world!"

"Therefore, my father does not intend to establish a religious order. My father is not willing to bind you with false beliefs. My father hopes that we can unite with each other into a loose but united group. The relationship between us is more like collaborators. Not superior or subordinate.”

"My father hopes that we can establish a secret gathering club. We agree to gather at a fixed time every week to discuss recent gains, future prospects, and the fate of London."

"However, my father will not stop you two from establishing their own religious orders. For example, Mr. Nero, you can create the Blade Order that worships Sichen, the hero of struggle and conquest. My father will do his best to support you. Your job will provide you with advanced weapons blueprints and military knowledge, helping you form a military team capable of overthrowing London."

"As for Miss Emma, ​​although you should be the most suitable to continue to reappear the Crossroads Order, my father can also understand the ideals of you and Miss Crovette, and knows that both of you dream of ending this state of symbiosis between two souls. So, then My father is also willing to support you in establishing a religious order that pursues the separation and division of Sichen, and is willing to provide you and Miss Crovitt with any assistance you need. He only needs you to provide certain help to other club members occasionally, such as Invite the power of the twins, such as providing the fruit of the copper pear... We will help each other."

Emma completely understood the subtext of this, "That is, let the two of us create the cult to attract the firepower of the Anti-Suppression Bureau on the surface, while John hides behind the scenes alone, right?"

"Tch, doesn't he just want to push us onto the table and use him as a target, while he hides behind and enjoys the benefits!"

Sebastian explained painstakingly: "Miss Emma, ​​how can you understand it so well? You have to think about the good side."

"Our club is a united and friendly group. We help each other and provide everyone with any assistance they need. This is a new form of dynamic esoteric society!"

"Moreover, Miss Emma... do you really think you have the right to reject my father?" Sebastian suddenly had a particularly hypocritical smile on his face, and the deformed round pupils on his forehead also stared at him. Twin girls who are ignorant of the world and think they have true temperament.

Emma suddenly shuddered with fear, but she still said firmly: "Forget it, I'm too lazy to continue arguing with you, a little brat, about these meaningless things. Anyway, Nello and I are both thinking now. There is a time bomb left by John, so you two father and son can do whatever you want."

"So, what is the name of our so-called new esoteric society club?"

(End of this chapter)