Our family is in decline

"Cult..." The captain muttered this, anger appearing on his face.

Lance looked at him and nodded slightly. He needed a reason, a reason for the captain to cheer up again.

After all, a decadent captain is of no use to him. He needs a warrior full of fighting spirit, and obviously the cult is a good target.

"It's very simple. The cult knew that the knights sent by the church were going to inspect this place, so they summoned a large number of ruffians, bandits and robbers to invade Hamlet, and you are one of them. As for the reason..."

Lance said but stopped and abruptly changed the subject.

"I have also seen your behavior during this period. I believe that you were bewitched by a cult and did not want to rob the town subjectively. So you can recover and leave Hamlet. Things here are far more complicated than you imagined. It’s complicated, there’s no need for you, an outsider, to get involved.”

"Tell me!" The captain raised his head and met Lance's gaze, his eyes fiery and firm.

Lance looked at his reaction. If the captain chose to run away, he would not be able to get out of this door. Now it seemed that he had made the right choice.

Lance looked up at the other people. They also realized what the lord said next and understood why he was called back.

The atmosphere on the field became serious for a moment, and even the most out-of-the-box Disma looked solemn.

The captain noticed this and understood that the cult was not that simple.

But he wasn't afraid, he had nothing to lose.

"If you want to know why the cult does what it does, then just listen to the story about us and this land~"

As Lance spoke slowly, the captain soon became immersed in it.

However, Lance did not mention the thousand-year history this time. Instead, he directly said that he accepted the divine inspiration and went to inherit the territory. Then he told about the cult and the ancient flesh and blood god, and of course what he saw the cult had brought to people. Stand up after suffering.

Lies need more lies to cover up, and now that his strength has improved, he no longer needs to use stories to impress others, so after deceiving a few core members, Lance explained that only a few of them knew those things and asked them to keep it a secret.

In Disma's view, the captain was obviously not qualified to know the secrets of the lord's family.

Later, Lance will gradually simplify the story, directly blaming everything on divine inspiration, and directly identifying the target as a cult and an evil god.

It's very simple. I am the chosen one. When the evil god comes to the world, he will destroy the world. Will you just follow me and it will be over?

And those who are qualified to hear this story have no reason to refuse, because they themselves are involved in these things.

Just like him~

"So do you understand? There is only one way for you to cleanse yourself of your sins, and that is to kill the cult, seal the evil god again, and seek your own salvation!"

"I, Barton, swear to kill the evil gods!" The captain gritted his teeth, wishing he could kill those evil gods right now.

He is not pursuing saving the world, he is simply fighting against the cult for the sake of his dead brothers and the sins he caused.

"You have to remember what you said today. If you violate it, you will be our enemy, and I don't need to say more about the consequences of becoming an enemy. You should know it~"

Lance looked over calmly, and the invisible pressure enveloped him.

"My lord, there is no need to say any more!" The captain grabbed the teacup beside him and smashed it on the ground, then picked up a piece of the piece and slashed his face hard.

The sharp edge of the fragment directly cut his cheek, and blood flowed out uncontrollably, staining half of his face red.

"I, Barton, swear allegiance to the lord."

Blood oath is a very ancient ritual that has even been eliminated, but it is undeniable that it has a more powerful impact than a normal oath.

Not to mention Lance, even Leonard and the others felt the captain's determination and couldn't help but feel solemn, and they were considered witnesses.

"Only cowards need to prove themselves by self-mutilation. A real man will only prove himself with the blood of his enemies."

Lance raised his hand to activate [Flesh and Flesh Reconstruction], and the wounds on his face healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Several other people were not surprised by this scene, but the captain was shocked. When he touched it, the wound actually healed. At the same time, the remaining wounds on his body felt numb, and they healed when he reacted.

He finally knew why he had not died from serious injuries before.

"This...magic..."

"My lord is not one of those magicians from the church." Leonard felt the humiliation of these words to the lord, and corrected him with a frown.

Disma also echoed, "My lord is the savior. Isn't it normal to know some secret arts?"

The captain also felt that the atmosphere in the team was a bit strange, but before he could understand, a handkerchief appeared out of thin air in Lance's hand and he handed it over to indicate:

"Okay, just wipe it. Since you're joining us, you're on your own, so you don't need too many formalities."

The captain was a little surprised by this act of taking things out of thin air. He finally understood what it meant to be inspired by God, and the lord was worthy of being chosen by God.

"Sit down, I have something to ask you."

Lance walked back to his seat and sat down, then asked a very important question.

"What was the situation like during the war that you experienced?"

Speaking of this, Barton looked at Lance in surprise, as if wondering why the lord knew about this.

As for Disma and the others, they all expressed curiosity when they thought of such a thing. After all, the reaction of the third child without saying anything was very unusual.

But Barton didn't have so many taboos and spoke about the situation at that time.

"The order given to the ordinary soldiers was to expel the refugees, but only the commander and a few people in the team knew that the target this time was not the refugees, but the cultists.

According to the news, the church discovered the emergence of a new belief among the refugees. They believed in an evil god called the Son of Harvest. It was rumored that as long as they believed in this god, they would bring abundant harvests and endless food.

This argument spread quickly among the refugee groups who were affected by the disaster due to drought and reduced production. Soon many refugees joined them and gradually developed into a considerable force.

This mob captured many towns and villages along the way. The higher-ups sensed the threat of the cult, so they sent an army together with knights and crusaders recruited by the church to suppress this mob.

At first we thought this cult was just a reason for refugee riots, until we found those guys. "

When it comes to this, Barton can't help but remain silent, as if he is struggling with what words to use to describe the situation at that time, but it is more likely that he does not want to touch the scene deep in his memory.

"What is it?" Disma saw him stop and asked impatiently.