They all call me master.

Chapter 634 Target!

Different!
Different!
That was not the High Priest’s plan!
Tolan's body was shaky. He looked at the church members and believers who disappeared one after another, forcing himself not to show any abnormality.

Tolan knew very well that if his expression was wrong, he would be doomed to die.

As a believer of the 'River God', he is not afraid of death.

He was just afraid that his death would be worthless.

He had to go back and tell the high priest everything that happened here.

He didn't know why the 13 carefully arranged ships were swallowed by the river, nor did he know why the Nanlos 'medium' seemed to have predicted the future and deployed so many people.

But he knew that the high priest would know.

The priest of the 'Inland River God' walked calmly towards a snack stand on the side.

There are small vendors who take advantage of the busy times to set up stalls and earn extra money.

And that was, his best cover.

"Give me a glass of orange juice."

From a distance, Tolan shouted to the vendor.

"Okay, sir!"

The busy vendor called out instinctively,

You know, Tolan is not the only one who is thirsty.

When Tolan came over, there was a wooden cup filled with half a cup of orange juice.

“2 Zero Rope!

The deposit for the cup is 1 suo! "

The vendor said as he passed over the orange juice.

"what?"

Tolan was stunned.

He remembered that the orange juice at the snack stand in the Shire District was only 1 cents, right?
And this deposit!
Why is it so much more expensive?
Tolan's hesitation immediately made the snack stall owner unhappy.

"Do you want it? Don't put it down!"

The snack stand owner shouted.

Such shouts naturally attracted the attention of the people around. When a young man looked over, Tolan threw down 1 rope and 2 zero ropes without hesitation and walked aside.

Tolan didn't want to cause any trouble.

However, he still frowned when looking at the half-empty glass of orange juice.

After taking a sip, he couldn't help but curse inwardly.

because--

The orange juice was watered down!
'Swindler!
Damn profiteers!
As the high priest said, Nanlos is a city without any bottom line. It is full of treachery and greed, and it should be purified!'

Thinking in his heart, the eyes of the priest of the 'Inland River God' became more determined.

When he realized that no one was following him, he quickened his pace.

In fact, no one really noticed the priest.

But just because people didn’t notice it doesn’t mean dogs didn’t notice it.

A cream-colored Labrador followed at a leisurely pace with a cute smile on his face.

On the inland river, in the independent cabin of the 'Orient', Arthur was 'looking' at the small cabin where fear, deception and hatred were intertwined, while at the same time he was 'looking' at the bloody battle on the dock. The simultaneous performance of the two made Arthur unable to help but applaud.

Both for Yura's acting skills and for the followers of this "Inland River God".

'Wonderful!
It's really wonderful!'

Especially the latter, Arthur couldn't help but praise it.

Even he himself hadn't expected that someone would use this method to "openly" kill him. It was simply... ridiculously stupid.

So, most likely it was some people who didn't understand the situation and wanted to please the big shots above, right?

There were more than 30 people on the dock just now, and each of them was deeply brainwashed, and this should be only a part of it, a part that is easily overlooked.

At least the big shot won't find out. Only in this way can the big shot be surprised when it is completed and get a bigger reward.

There are many big figures in Nanjun who can support a sect of this scale.

At least every noble family in a large territory can do it easily.

In fact, only the financial resources of the nobles could support such a large number of followers, and only their status and military force could make the subordinates in charge of such a large number of followers remain submissive, and they could also use "supernatural powers" to seduce ordinary people and distort their beliefs.

Of course, the most important thing is that only one's own talents can develop a sect.

Not one of us?
They had long been labeled as remnants of the Vatican and burned at the stake.

During the Silver Age, the nobles never stopped hunting down the remnants of the Vatican.

Even in the current 'pioneer era', any form of sect has no soil to survive in Nanjun - unless it is 'permitted'.

There are many nobles in the large territories of Nanjun, but there is only one who has a direct interest relationship with him...

Neiwan, the Golden Lion Family!

And there is only one "closely related" character: the old lion's eldest son - Gresa Hamlet!

'Cousin, are you so impatient already?
Then I must inherit the Golden Lion family.

Because, a petty and mean-spirited guy like you is really damaging to the honor of the Golden Lion Family!'

Arthur thought silently in his heart.

I am looking forward to the next harvest more and more.

That’s right, it’s harvest!
Whether it is Joe, Yura and Lucius placed in the cabin, or the 'God of the Inland River'.

Arthur is all about XP.

But at this moment, Arthur felt that he could get more!
At least the slowed XP growth rate can be accelerated again!
After all, the shipwrecks and the title of the owner of the 'God of the Inland River' were witnessed by everyone. While gaining a large amount of XP, he was able to restore the previous daily increase. As time passed, the 'Winter Festival' was truly over, and the novelty of the people of South Los faded. Arthur's daily XP increase had quickly dropped back to 100XP in the past week.

Although 100XP is not a small amount for Arthur, after experiencing the pleasure of increasing 5 or 600XP every day, 100XP is obviously not enough to satisfy Arthur.

Arthur glanced at the XP at the moment——

3800!

Excluding the original 1600 points, the remaining 2200 points were added in the past week.

The increase started from 600 points and gradually declined to 500 and 400.

As of today, it has been 100 points for two consecutive days.

Moreover, it is obvious that if nothing happens today, the 100 points will not be able to be maintained.

Fortunately, someone cooperated with Arthur.

At this moment, Arthur began to look forward to tomorrow's newspaper in South Los.

Of course, Arthur will not let go of the three people in the cabin.

No matter how small a mosquito is, it is still meat!

As for what happened on the ship not being known to anyone?

As a qualified "medium", how could there be no reporters among the first batch of guests arranged by Arthur for the "Orient"?