Don’t raise unruly people in extreme cold weather

Chapter 447 Riot XI
"We are in trouble. Pepper has found out our arrangements in the outer city, and she has discovered the Death Cult." It was still the same licentious manor. Lady Babaron and Beelzebub were still sitting at the dining table, and Hannibal was cooking today's main course.

The carefully cleaned internal organs are being cut into small pieces and marinated with various spices to remove the fishy smell.

Although offal does not account for a large proportion of the traditional Victorian menu and many people do not like to eat offal, Hannibal has a lot of experience in cooking offal.

After all, internal organs often account for a large proportion of the available food ingredients. If they are all thrown away, it would be a huge waste in the eyes of this gourmet.

In order not to waste precious ingredients, Hannibal carefully studied various cooking styles in the world and gained a lot of experience in how to cook offal over the years.

"There is a very important step in cooking meat ingredients in Eastern recipes. The Easterners call it blanching, which means using cold water to cook the ingredients to boil out the impurities in the ingredients." While cooking the ingredients carefully, Hannibal even had the interest to explain: "The Eastern cuisine cooking techniques are really amazing. To some extent, it is simply an art!
While they handle each ingredient meticulously, they also try their best to bring out the taste and deliciousness of the ingredients themselves.

Especially the use of various spices, it is simply the most beautiful piece of music, and only the most skilled chefs can master it. "

While Hannibal was explaining, Beelzebub and Lady Babaron were listening to him carefully, but they were still discussing their own topic.

"Ma'am, it seems that your little pet has not performed well. It can't even do such a small thing well, and has directly attracted the attention of the Pearl of Langton to our actions in the slums. Now we are in a passive position." Beelzebub grabbed a huge golden cup and poured scarlet wine into his mouth. The liquid flowed down the corners of his mouth and beard, and dripped onto his chest.

He just brushed it off nonchalantly and put the jewel-studded gold cup aside.

The servant did not dare to delay and hurriedly filled his glass again. Then, with great willpower, he suppressed his fear and handed him the bright red liquor.

Behind the attendants, two girls with lifeless eyes were lying on special equipment, their bodies were so pale that it seemed as if there was not a drop of blood left in their bodies.

"Yes, he did disappoint me. I had hoped that he could take over Yellen's position and complete our plan for us." Mrs. Babaron seemed very regretful. She held the cheeks of the 'pet' she mentioned with both hands, with a little sadness and reluctance on her face: "But it's a pity that mistakes must be punished, whether it's him or his sister, even if they are my favorite pets."

As she spoke, Madame Babaron placed her face, which she held in her hands, on a silver plate beside her, placing him and his sister together.

Mrs. Babaron loves her pair of little pets very much. Although she has to dispose of them now, she is still very reluctant. But she is more looking forward to tonight's ingredients, hoping that these fresh ingredients can bring her the ultimate taste enjoyment.

"These are not the main points. The key is how to deal with that little pepper. I don't want to face her head-on. Her Steam Knight is not easy to deal with." Beelzebub complained as he drank the bright red liquor in the golden cup: "I said before that this matter should be handled properly. Now that something went wrong, there is no point in pursuing responsibility. What's more important is how to make up for it and solve this matter."

As he spoke, Beelzebub used his fork to eat the crispy roasted steak from the plate in front of him. After chewing it, he spat out the bones and continued, "Although your little pet is delicious, we are not here to eat it, right?"

"I admit that this time it's my fault, but please rest assured, Your Majesty Beelzebub, I have had all the relevant information erased, and I deliberately left a loophole for the most brilliant pearl of Langdon, directing her focus to another direction." Madam Babaron waved her hand and explained to Beelzebub, "And the little moves of the Death Cult have been discovered by her. In the next period of time, the most brilliant pearl of Langdon will focus her energy on how to resolve the threat of the Death Cult, and the impact on us is not that big.

As long as we can cut it in time and throw out enough bait, we can divert her attention. By the time she wakes up, our plan will be complete, and she will no longer be a problem. "

Today, Mrs. Babaron was still wearing a red long dress with a golden tassel-shaped belt wrapped around her slender waist, making her waist look as if it would break at any second due to the unbearable weight.

Under Mrs. Babaron was a new favorite who was hunched over on the ground and acting as a stool.

"Those idiots from the Death Cult acted too blatantly. Did they really think that no one could stop them?" Beelzebub frowned, feeling very dissatisfied with what had happened this time.

Although everyone belongs to the same camp due to the church's suppression for thousands of years, there are still some differences between different forces, as well as complex and fierce competitive relationships.

After all, as believers of the gods in the past, they were not in a cooperative relationship back then. There might be cooperation between the gods, but there was more competition for believers, resources, and other aspects.

In that era, humans were nothing more than food and resources in the eyes of the gods, and various sects were more like...shepherds of the gods.

They called believers lambs, and the clergy of the sect were naturally shepherds, shepherding faith and servitude to the gods, and ultimately getting some leftovers when the gods feasted on their blood.

As for the church? As a new god that replaced the old gods, the church never claimed to be a shepherd, nor would it call believers lambs.

All believers are the people of the Almighty Father and are protected by the Almighty Father. The clergy of the church are merely the executors of the will of the Almighty Father and the guardians who protect His people.

This was also the key to the violent conflicts between the church and the Old God sects, because the church actually had a fundamental conflict with the Old God Church in terms of belief model.

The church's sacrifices and offerings are almost all about believers offering what they have to the Almighty Father, such as the money they earn, the livestock they raise, the grain they grow, or other things, but believers are never required to dedicate themselves to the Almighty Father.

They can sacrifice their lives for the All-Father's faith, and they can also sacrifice their bodies for faith, but all of this is just a dedication for faith, not literally putting themselves on the altar as sacrifices. But for the old gods, it is a very normal thing to feed the gods with the flesh and blood of believers.

Although in the era of the old gods, believers also offered livestock and grain in their sacrifices and offerings, the best sacrifice to the gods was always the believers themselves.

It is also because of this that when the old gods died out and new gods emerged, the beliefs promoted by the church were quickly accepted by the people. After all, no one wants to be placed on the altar and become a snack for the gods one day.

As for the Old God sects, they hope to offer more sacrifices to the gods in exchange for the gods returning to this world and allowing them to shepherd believers for the gods again.

The sacrifices of the Death Cult are the most direct manifestation of this idea. They collect souls and resentments, as well as a number of voluntary believers, and offer them on the altar as sacrifices to the God of Death they believe in, in order to call for the God of Death to come back.

In fact, it's not just the Death Cult, other gods' cults also have roughly the same things.

Beelzebub, Lady Babaron and Hannibal, the three of them are from the three major sects of Feast, Pleasure and Authority respectively. They each have a ritual of dedicating believers to the gods they believe in in exchange for the gods' blessings and eventual descent into this world.

The plan they had been talking about before was actually to use believers to dedicate to the gods.

However, unlike the Death Cult, their actions are more secretive and they are much more cautious in their movements.

It is precisely because of this that the sacrifices of these three major sects have lasted for nearly a thousand years. The results accumulated over such a long period of time are so amazing that they have really awakened the so-called "God".

In a sense, this disaster that has swept the world is also largely related to God.

"If we want to divert the attention of that little pepper, we still need to use other things to occupy her energy. I have already sent back the expedition team she sent to the Desert Kingdom. They should be able to arrive in Langton in the next two days. I believe the news they bring back will be enough to make that little pepper focus her attention elsewhere." Beelzebub looked at Lady Babaron, and her eyes, which were almost invisible due to the fat on her face, showed sinisterness and ruthlessness.

Madame Babaron listened to his words and played with a thin metal chain that pierced her flesh. The friction between the chain and her flesh caused her to feel intense pain, which stimulated her senses.

This ultimate sensory stimulation is what the Cult of Pleasure pursues. The believers of this sect believe that their bodies are the eyes, ears and senses of the God of Pleasure. The pleasure and stimulation felt by the believers' bodies can be transmitted to the God of Pleasure they believe in.

And in fact, this is true. For the Cult of Pleasure, no matter how they torture and stimulate their own bodies, as long as they can obtain the ultimate pleasure and pass it on to the Goddess of Pleasure to satisfy her, they can obtain the blessing from the Goddess of Pleasure and instantly heal the injuries caused in the process.

So even though Mrs. Babaron pierced the metal chain through her own flesh and kept pulling the chain to rub against her flesh, this caused irreversible damage to her body. On the contrary, her body was constantly healing itself.

As Madame Babaron pulled the chain, the flesh that had begun to heal was torn apart again. This pain and stimulation made her feel quite pleasant. Although it was not extreme, it fully stimulated her brain at this moment, and it was enough as an appetizer before the main meal.

"The white star from the sky has descended, and Safra's breath will freeze the entire world, turning it into a white purgatory. The ancient prophets of the desert kingdom predicted this very accurately." Madam Babaron wrapped the thin metal chain around her fingers and pulled it so hard that her body was deformed, but an expression of enjoyment reappeared on her face: "Now the white star from the sky has descended, and the white wind exhaled by Safra has blown across the earth, but these ancient prophets did not know that all this had been arranged by the gods many years ago.

Everything is just an arrangement made by the gods to return to this land. The ice and snow will bury the rebellious people who disrespect the gods, and all the creatures that die from the white wind breathed out by Safra will be dedicated to the gods and become blood food for their return.

I am very curious, when the brightest pearl of Langton knows all this, will she still want to save mankind, or will she turn to the gods in despair? If she really falls into despair, it must be the purest emotion, enough to make our gods grant her the greatest grace, making her a favored one, or even a chosen one. "

For believers of the God of Joy, extreme emotions can please the gods far more than physical stimulation, especially when the faith of a person with firm beliefs like Perfectote collapses. That extreme change is a beautiful enjoyment that can make even the God of Joy lose his mind.

Therefore, compared to Beelzebub, Lady Babaron did not actually care that much about whether their plans would be disturbed or affected, because the general trend had already been established, and everything that Perfectocte did seemed meaningless to them, and it could not prevent the return of the gods.

"Whether she will become the chosen one is secondary. When our plan succeeds and the gods return, you can do whatever you want, but now our most important concern is to ensure the normal implementation of the plan. Don't lose the big picture for the small." Beelzebub warned Lady Babaron. In his opinion, Lady Babaron often played too much and delayed her work.

But for the Cult of Pleasure, the pursuit of ultimate pleasure is their main business, so even if Beelzebub warned Lady Babaron, it would not have much effect.

But apart from this time, Lady Babaron had never had any problems in the past, so Beelzebub didn't say anything after her warning.

At this time, Hannibal finally prepared today's main course and brought the huge plate to the table. The two headless bodies leaning against each other were embellished with various vegetables and fruits, and were emitting the aroma of roasting.

"You are worthy of being someone's pet! After being cooked by you, Mr. Hannibal, it looks so delicious!" Mrs. Babaron showed a happy smile on her face.

(End of this chapter)