The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

"You said there was a conspiracy in the company, where is the evidence?" The believers present were quite sensible and calmed down after the initial slight commotion.

Fogg took out the brain-computer patch and said, "Look at this! Do you really think this is a so-called new invention that changes the world? Why can it make sounds in our ears? It is definitely not the phantom sound technology claimed in the advertisement. It is Poison is a bug that worms its way into our brains and attacks our souls.”

"You...you haven't joined the Candlebringer Church yet?" a middle-aged believer suddenly asked.

"This has nothing to do with whether I am a candle presenter or not. Anyone with a true conscience should stand up, expose the company's conspiracy, and save the city from disaster."

Fogg kept making impassioned speeches, but the response from the surrounding believers was mediocre. Except for a few "white waxes" like Fogg who showed panic, the rest showed expressions of disinterest.

"Am I wrong? Most of you, like me, fled to Baldur's Gate, but this city is not our home yet.

“Occupied by a cabal of conspiratorial politicians, it is as dangerous as the red dragon’s lair.

"Now there is an army of the Supreme God approaching the city outside, and there are traces of the Mind Flayer inside frequently. If we don't take action, we will be shattered by the tide like the reeds on the Chongsa River!"

Finally, someone couldn't help but interrupted Fogg's speech.

"There's nothing new in what you're saying. Who doesn't know there's a mind flayer behind the company?"

When Fogg heard this, his blood immediately ran cold. He looked around in shock. This group of civilians who believed in the Secret Cult of the Outer Gods were different from the usual ignorant people who would panic at the slightest incitement. In fact, they have changed a lot from who they were just a few weeks ago.

The unknown brings mistakes, and people are always afraid of mistakes, because in the gamble of life, most people only have one chance to fail.

Those in the know always try their best to create information gaps and secrets to gain an advantage.

But Fogg suddenly discovered that he was the ignorant one.

"Where did you know that?"

The believers gave out boring chuckles and sighs, and some waved him off.

Someone also kindly explained: "There is a process for brain-machine patching in the library tower. The makers are the Gond believers of Baldur's Gate. Duke Belina also confessed that this product was made by a friendly Soul Eater Lord." Constantine's control. If you sign a contract about this kind of thing, it's impossible not to know about it."

"White Wax" disguised as a follower of Shar asked in shock: "Why aren't you afraid? That's the Mind Flayer, it eats brains."

"We have too many things to worry about. Maybe the army will break through the city gate tomorrow, and maybe the sun will go out the day after tomorrow. But more importantly, will we have bread to eat today." The speaker was an old half-orc. , his voice is hoarse and earthy, and his vocal cords are as weathered as his body.

The people around nodded in agreement.

The old orc stood up and walked towards Fogg, finally standing in front of the Shar follower.

He said: "Orcs work to live, and dwarves live to work. One of my eyes was dedicated to Gruumsh, but the remaining one can also see your evil intentions.

“You are not here to warn us, but to destroy our lives and let these people (he points around) waste their lives in vain.

"Tell me, what are you going to do after you expose the company's conspiracy?"

Fogg smelled the smell of the old orc, the smell of ice, snow, sweat, and white dragon skin. He felt as if his hands and feet were numb from an electric shock.

Could this old guy be the champion warrior of the orc god Gruumsh? Damn it, Sword Coast is such a shitty place with hidden dragons and crouching tigers.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Fogg forced out a smile and said, "Since you all already know, there is no need for me to talk nonsense. I will leave now."

"etc."

Fogg broke into a cold sweat.

The person who spoke was not the old orc, but another man. Fogg recognized him. This man was an important member of the Knights of the Shield, Sir Grossell. He was also Belina's right-hand man.

"Friend, don't leave in a hurry. You haven't accepted the gift from the King of the Tower yet." Grossell smiled brightly, and it was actually a bit sincere.

"No need, I actually already have a guardian angel."

"No problem, the king is generous and kind. Even if you believe in paganism, he is willing to give you this infinite knowledge for free. In fact, I am a believer in Heim."

Fogg's eyes twitched, feeling that this lie was really blunt. Members of the Order of the Shield Knights all believe in a sacred shield that seals the hell-fiend Gargaoth.

"Really? Actually, I think it's good to have an empty mind. I haven't liked studying since I was a child."

Grossell said with a smile: "As long as you are not lazy and are attentive enough, you can get favors. There are more than just spell casters in the sect. You can find training methods for any profession in the library tower. If you offer a candle, you can even Master new knowledge in a very short time.”

Fogg pretended to be interested, "It's so awesome, can you let me consider it?"

Grossell put a parchment into his hand, "No problem, after all, the contract is no small matter. We welcome you to join at any time. It will change your life."

Fogg walked out of the door with his head lowered and kept walking forward until he had walked two blocks before stopping to take a breath.

He looked down at the parchment. The terms on it were written in silver fonts. They looked very ordinary. There was no magic net flowing in it. Compared to the contract written in blood by the devil in hell, this was just a mortal thing. .

Do you want to sign?

Fogg was startled by the sudden idea and was speechless. He was already a believer of Lady Night, so how could he join another religion?

He threw the parchment on the side of the road and left quickly.

The night wind blew, and the soft scroll filled with hot silver inscriptions rolled helplessly on the ground. The wanderers who wandered around at night had no interest in it.

After a while, a figure hurriedly turned back and picked up the dropped parchment.

Fogg thought deeply: This was not a betrayal of the Nightsingers, he was just doing this to gain more secrets about the Candlebringer Church.

The members of that sect know too much. If you want to use secrets to dismantle them, you must first break the information gap between each other.

That's right. He did this all for Lady Night.

…

Two days later, Fogg came to the old place, performed a candle-laying ceremony in a familiar manner, and reported his Lingbo number. The believers guarding the door kindly moved out of the way.

He met a believer of the Nightsinger at the meeting. Fogg felt secretly ashamed and was about to explain his plan when he saw that the other party also had a diamond-shaped crystal stuck behind his ear and pure white candlelight flashed in his eyes.

"this……"

Fogg and the other party looked at each other, and in the end they just nodded tacitly.

It doesn't matter, it's all for Nightsinger's plan.

The topic of tonight's book club was the belief in the gods. Someone took the lead in talking about the two goddesses of creation, Selune and Shar, and the cosmic force and philosophy they each represented.

Fogg was refreshed. He joined the conversation with a probing attitude and began to promote Shar without leaving any trace.

"That's wrong." Someone immediately objected, "The philosophy of the Church of Shar is wrong."

Fogg was furious and asked with a smile: "What's wrong?" (End of Chapter)