I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 47 Chance: Riot?
Elrich sat in the corner of the Merry Sailor Tavern, next to the passage leading to the back kitchen.

On the table in front of him was a glass of cloudy beer, and the glass stood upright with a knife parallel to the table.

The blade of the small blade was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the street conditions at an angle that was slightly inclined so as not to reflect the lights of the tavern.In this way, even if Elrich turned his back to the gate, he would not be ignorant of the situation behind him.

Sitting alone in a tavern is actually a very boring thing, especially in order to keep your mind clear and not touch too much alcohol.

But now that the religious group has fully shrunk and is lurking, he, as the only external contact of the religious group, has to act cautiously.

At night, the tavern became noisy, stuffy and crowded.

Elrich began to adjust his sitting position. He leaned against the wall and faced the hall, with his arms folded across his chest. His indifferent face radiated sharp eyes, scanning the revelry of dice, cards and ale. sailor.

In all, Elrich turned down two shitsticks/toilets tonight, broke the nose of a provocative fat guy, and threw three drunks who were ready to fight - he was more than simple The customers are actually also serving as the security of this tavern, but it is not for money.

He stayed until closing time, thanked old boy Ham for the beer, and walked out the door after the last line of drunks.

Elrich was so close to the group of drunks that he could smell the tangy smell of alcohol, sweaty body odor and salty sea water.

He followed the blurred footsteps of the alcoholics, and his pace coordination was almost 100% consistent with them. From the perspective of uninformed people, he would subconsciously think that he was also a part of this group of alcoholics.

Elrich followed slowly behind the drunkards until they passed a dark alleyway before pulling away, and his figure slipped under the cover of shadows.

Even though he was already hidden in the shadows, he didn't leave in a hurry, just squatted in the corner silently, holding the handle of the knife in his boots, Dong Xiang's silence made him as silent as a trash can on the corner of the street.

About 4 minutes and 54 seconds passed, and Elrich still didn't wait for any suspicious stalkers to appear in the alley. Only the old drunk passed by the alley with a hunchback. He thought maybe he was too suspicious?
He got up from the sewage, walked through the dark, wet and smelly streets and alleys, walked in places where London street lights could not shine, and walked outside the uninhabited city.

As soon as Elrich left the dense urban buildings and entered the desolate and sparsely treeless suburban territory, his movement speed increased sharply, his movements were swift and flexible, just like a red fox galloping in the grassland .

His ultimate speed is almost comparable to that of a red fox, enough to sprint fourteen yards (12.8 meters) in one second.

He ran wildly in the night, the moonlight managed to cast sparse and slanted thin silver pillars through the dense dark clouds, but he still couldn't catch up with his steps.

Elrich did not choose the shortest and fastest straight-line route back to the new headquarters. He seemed to be taking a detour, passing through a plain with a wide view, and then suddenly climbed up a low hill, and suddenly turned his head to look at the road behind him... Night It was dark, but his pupils seemed to be glowing, emitting a cold light like the reflection of the ice.

The flat land under the darkness of the night sky was deserted, only short grass swaying in the wind, and although there were footprints on the muddy road, the most recent was a ten-inch-long footprint deeper at the toe than at the heel— — That's the trace of Elrich's running around just now.

"There really are no stalkers?"

Elrich murmured inwardly as he leaped down the hill, reciting scriptures and praying to the power of winter to silence his footsteps and make his footprints invisible.

He turned back again, followed another road back to the fringes of London's decaying and run-down city, and came to some remote bend in the river.

Familiar rancid river water flows here, and domestic and industrial garbage is mixed in the dark silt flow. The cement embankments on both sides have begun to peel off scars like wounds because they have not been repaired for a long time.

There is a row of long-abandoned warehouses standing here. The thin iron roof is like a patient suffering from ringworm, and the whole body is covered with dark red rust. The walls are exposed to the red bricks piled with plaster.

These warehouses used to be occupied by a group of despicable criminals, engaged in shady activities. Now they have become the sharpening stones for Shining Blade followers to practice the principles of the blade. The grass grew thicker and taller, almost as tall as a person.

If you want to go to the warehouse, you have to pass through the dark grass and the suspicious puddles in the grass. There are hidden swamps and deceptive cracks. He slipped and fell hard, spraining his ankle.It is simply a natural line of defense.

In addition, you must be careful of the sharp animal traps lurking deep in the grass roots. If you accidentally step on it, you must pay the price of breaking your leg wailing.

Elrich didn't need a lamp to light his way. The information of where the ground was firm and where the road was safe was imprinted in his head, and he let the jagged blades of grass brush across his face and arms, There is a fleeting faint white mark.

Just about to pass through the dense tall grass like a wall, you can see a faint light leaking from the repaired warehouse.

At this moment, there was a believer holding a rifle in his arms and a cigarette that was about to be extinguished in his mouth wandering around the outskirts of the deserted warehouse. That was Fidel Araujo, who was in charge of the security patrol tonight.

As early as when the grass was rustling, Fidel had already blown out his cigarette butt, stomped on the lingering flames, moved to an inconspicuous position, knelt down on one knee, raised his rifle to aim, and put his index finger on the trigger, waiting for someone to expose him. He shot directly.

He put down his rifle when he saw that it was Brother Elrich coming out of the bushes.

Although the Shining Blade Cult is full of people who gather together for dedication, it is also a small society within the Cult. The relationship between the two is not too familiar, they just nodded to say hello and then staggered.

Elrich knocked on the big new iron door of the warehouse.

Boom—boom—boom—boom—boom——

After seven hollow echoes, the small window of the iron door opened, revealing a faint yellow light and a pair of examining eyes.

The man inside the door asked, "Did you bring beer back today?"

Elrich replied: "Sorry forgot, next time."

The iron door was slowly opened, and the person who opened the door was only wearing a close-fitting vest, revealing a pair of shiny and muscular arms, but he clearly held an oak wine glass in his hand, which was filled with clear malt beer.

The dialogue just now actually contained a code word, to the effect of asking if there is a tail following, if you are under threat, if...,

"Brother Elrich has worked hard, let's have a beer and rest first!"

The door opener handed the beer in his hand to the cult brothers who had just returned from their rush.

Elrich took a swig of the beer and let out a comfortable belch.

The busy people in the warehouse gathered around one after another and asked anxiously:
"Brother Elrich, did you meet the leader today?"

"Brother Elrich, is the Anti-Suppression Bureau still tracking us?"

"Elson last night—no, the broken walking corpse summoned by Elson's corpse didn't come back, and it probably failed."

"Is that lame guy so powerful? Even broken walking corpses can't handle him?"

"Little Victor is also missing, and I don't know if he has been arrested by the Anti-Suppression Bureau... Fortunately, I didn't tell him the address of our new headquarters before."

The church members chattered and chatted, but Elrich, who was in the center, just shook his head regretfully.

Seeing this, all the church members couldn't help sighing, these damn anti-suppression bureaus are so tight!
"But..." Elrich changed the subject and said with a smile: "I received a secret letter from the leader, and he told us—the plan continues!"

Woohoo—this exciting good news made the congregation members cheer. They clinked glasses of beer high, and the pale yellow liquid splashed on their excited and fanatical faces.

"Hahaha! I knew the leader would not give up so easily!!!"

"Brilliant! Let's show off the principles of the blade to our heart's content!!!"

"Great!!!"

In the simple warehouse behind them, there are several heavy and huge industrial machine tools. Although they are unmanned, they still operate automatically under the blessing of the great casting furnace. The transport tracks discharge a grain of yellow bullets and fall to the bottom. A wooden box covered with withered grass.

And under the warehouse wall, there are several layers and rows of wooden boxes stacked up, the top three wooden boxes are open, and inside are brand new rifles, Webley style revolvers... and a large number of fruit-like piles. Ball-shaped high-explosive TNT grenades together.

　The next chapter is later, maybe late at night, maybe early in the morning

　　
　
(End of this chapter)