I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 36 Aspiring Youth
William McConaughey shook the liquid from his hands and dried his damp face with a tissue.

He looked into the bathroom mirror in the company, his eyes were bloodshot from sleepless nights, but in fact he hadn't had a good night's sleep for several nights...

Back then, William came to this gloomy city alone, with a useless diploma and unrealistic dreams.

He wants to use his own hands to create a career of his own, and aspires to become a master!
But there is a deep gap between reality and dream, which is a huge gap that he will never be able to bridge with only his blood and hard work.

William's first job in this unforgiving city was precarious and miserable, but the only option available to him at the time, as a hospital mover.

He kept repeating the boring shift work again and again, mopping the floor in the dimly lit corridors where the light bulbs flickered on and off, delivering the last parcels to the patients whose eyes were empty like corpses but not yet dead, will The gurney filled with cold corpses was pushed to the underground morgue.

He felt as if he was a little devil working in hell, and he had to send fresh human souls to King Satan for him to eat without stopping.

The staff in the hospital despised him, the patients in the ward hated him, and the foreman who moved him exploited him... The only person who made him feel warm was a bedridden old man.

The old man suffered from severe pneumonia. When he breathed, it was like a bellows whistling. His speech was mixed with severe coughing, and he often coughed up thick bloody sputum.

The old man seemed to have lost his mind, and regarded William as his grandson or other heirs, tirelessly telling him poems, riddles, and some metaphysical conjectures.

William listened carefully and fascinated every time, which was a profound knowledge he had never been exposed to before.

However, after another shift, the foreman beckoned him aside, saying that he was no longer needed here and left with this last wage.

In this way, William lost his first job, and also lost a precious old friend.

In the days that followed, he ran around in a city that was as cruel as a primeval forest, earning a meager salary through exhausting hard work, like a weak fox, relying on picking up the food scraps that fell from the mouths of capital beasts live.

But William often had a strange dream. He always dreamed of a blue light, a light hidden under the dirt of this world, a light passing through the dark forest.

The blue light reflected a door as pale as a skeleton, under which was the old man in the hospital.

William heard that he had died of pneumonia now, but why could he still dream of him, dreaming of that diamond blue light?

Until that day, he received a letter from a lawyer.

The old man in the hospital, the old man whom William often dreamed of, mentioned him in his will, and gave him a large sum of money and a strange parcel, which was hidden by the old man or the executor. weird pages.

For the first time in months, William's rationality was fueled, and as he evolved from a beast on all fours to a human again, he recalled his first dream.

He opened the package with passion, he read eagerly, he paced back and forth excitedly, he scratched his hair in surprise, he danced with joy, he collapsed in despair—his dream was accurately described in the pages of the book!
The words on the pages of the book are full of bizarre and strange atmosphere, and the things that can be described give him a sense of sight——House, woodland, Sichen, glow... William's heart is about to move, and he senses that there may be hidden secrets of the general and the general. A mighty power that any king would be jealous of!

The fire of desire that was extinguished by the cold reality exploded again. In the crackling flames, William realized that he had the key, a key to power and power.

Desperately plunged into the dangerous hidden world, William heard strange rumors in his dreams, and among thousands of faces in the city, he found a patron willing to help him study the hidden knowledge--an amiable and wealthy man. Ms. Poppy Laschelles.

Ms. Poppy offers him a large donation, but it's not a free lunch and she needs William to introduce her to someone who fits the bill.

The so-called person who is suitable for the end-is a living sacrifice, and William dare not refuse.

He brought an acquaintance who was eager for money and willing to give his youth to Ms. Bobby at the right time. Ms. Bobby smiled and took the acquaintance to the high-rise room. William didn't want to think about everything that happened afterwards. All he knew was that there was still a chill lingering in that room.

After receiving a large amount of sponsorship from Ms. Poppy, William can finally focus on gaining power and power. He recruits acquaintances to establish the Shining Blade Order, worships Captain Scar, instigates members to use violence to seize money, and bids for the hidden world The rare objects and classics... use all means to expand your secret power and enhance your strength.

However, there have always been problems with the promotion ceremony in the recent period. Maybe it is the sexual incompatibility of this group of believers, or maybe the desire of this group of believers is not strong enough... In short, he has not succeeded in gaining a new disciple for a long time.

William took out a transparent glass bottle from his arms, which contained a rose-colored powder.

He tilted his neck up and poured the last bit of rose powder into his mouth. He stuck his slender tongue into the bottle to lick the residue, and then swallowed forcefully.

He murmured syllables with unknown meanings, his fingers unconsciously snapped to follow the beat, his toes tapped the ground as if he was beating a drum, and a trace of extremely thin vitality glowed from his body.

When William opened his eyes, the bloodshot inside had faded along with his exhaustion, and he felt light and comfortable.

He looked at the glass bottle that was so clean that only some saliva remained, and sighed, "Oh...it's used up again."

In fact, the salary of his current position is far from being able to cover the expenses of the religious order, but having such a legitimate job as a cover can reduce many unnecessary stalking and cover up secret religious activities in private.

William thought of the little Glover who kept sighing in the early morning meeting just now, maybe it was time for him to be promoted to a higher-level position, and the seat on the board of directors seemed quite suitable.

"Let Elrich prepare the relevant matters tonight..."

"And Little Victor didn't return to the headquarters last night to report the latest work progress. Did he find an opportunity to do it, and he was destroying the corpses and evidence overnight?"

"When the head of that guy named Watson is exchanged for the reward, I can continue to go to the Oliverham Auction House to participate in the next round of bidding activities... I heard that some of the items in this auction are from the era of the Persian Empire. The treasures that come down may be able to find the secrets closely related to Captain Scar."

William pushed open the toilet door while thinking, and when he turned his head, he saw a pair of men and women with strange faces forcefully pushed open the door of his office.

He squinted his eyes, his knife-like gaze scraped across the bodies of the two unknown visitors, and then seemed to pierce their bodies like sharp knives.

He saw moths fluttering in terror and a lamp dying.

William smiled.

"It turned out to be bugs and broken lights."

　False Blade Man: Pretending to be injured like a colonel
　　The real blade man: the eyes are as sharp as a knife

　　
　
(End of this chapter)