Darkstone Code-Chapter 864 - 862: Old Tree Blooms Again

The incense mixed by the High Priest varies, but they all have one common trait: the ability to make people feel the divine call!

It’s a very mystical sensation. When the believers sit together with their eyes closed, listening to the High Priest’s incomprehensible yet rhythmic chants, gradually, everything around them changes, and people believe that god truly exists.

You say it doesn’t exist, then why was someone sitting in the temple a moment ago, and now standing atop the sky?

There’s also a deity so vast that it almost covers the entire heavens, lying in the universe. People can only see a part of its body, not its entirety.

Of course, some people have different visions in their minds at this moment. They might be falling into endless hells, surrounded by terrifying monsters and evil spirits, facing unbeatable enemies. Only the divine can save them.

Others see everything in front of them twisted and strange. They seem to be in a wonderful world with no sorrow, only joy, simply immersed in happiness, incapable of extricating themselves.

The incense’s role is crucial. It’s precisely because the original High Priests discovered the special incense’s effect that gradually, the entire Nagariel society began to believe in them.

Whether it’s the early Chiefs or the later Provincial Governors, whether they’re poor commoners or noble elites, as long as they sit in a secluded room and feel the divine call, uncontrollable things are bound to happen.

And because those in power cannot resist the divine call, they are convinced there is a god in this world.

Rica is the same when preaching in the Federation; he was supposed to inherit the High Priest position but ended up in a different place.

He used the hallucination-inducing component of Ghost Face Mushroom in the incense to let many people witness the dazzling divinity personally, turning them into followers...

Well, Federation people aren’t that easily deceived. In reality, they know it might be some kind of hallucinogen. Ghost Face Mushroom is a restricted item in the Federation, and acquiring it is very difficult.

The black market price is extremely high, and Rica had to spend most of his money on buying Ghost Face Mushroom to mix the incense to maintain his preaching scale.

Many of those followers do not genuinely believe in god; they merely enjoy the free hallucinogens available here.

Now, he doesn’t have much money left; the costs of preaching here are too high. No matter if it’s direct preaching or televangelism, any action means spending money, a lot of money.

Rica looked expectantly at his nominal father. He’s never felt he was this old man’s son because he felt they didn’t look very similar.

But he doesn’t care; having a High Priest as a father is much better than having an unknown Priest as one’s father.

Now his father has also come to the Federation; he needs to ask how much money this old man brought along.

The old priest’s murky eyes hid a wise glimmer, he patted himself slowly and finally fetched out a small pouch.

The pouch was made of soft lambskin, with decent sealing ability, unlike cowhide which cracks or hardens after prolonged use.

He shook it, letting a few roughly polished gems fall out from the small pouch.

These gems are common in the temple, often embedded on various statues’ surfaces, functioning as some sort of fuel to "color" the statues.

If you say they’re valuable, they might not be worth much.

But to say they’re worthless would definitely be an insult to the gems themselves.

Looking at these gems, Rica’s expression shifted from expectation to slight disappointment, "Is this all?"

He took the lambskin pouch from the old priest’s hand, letting all of its contents fall into his palm, a handful of gems.

During this year in the Federation, his most visited places were antique shops at various street corners, estimating roughly that the things in his hand are worth about tens of thousands of Federation Sol.

Seems like a lot, but it won’t significantly aid his preaching endeavors, not even lasting for much time.

"Is there nothing else?", he put the gems back into the lambskin pouch and tucked it into his chest.

The old priest shook his head, "They allowed me to bring nothing more here; these belong to them."

He didn’t say who "they" were, but both the father and son knew who "they" were.

Besides the Federation people, who else could it be?

Thinking about all those gems and gold in the temple, only bringing such a small amount, Rica’s expression turned unpleasant.

"Stay home and relax, I’ll take care of everything, everything will be fine...", without further greetings, he turned and left.

Watching Rica’s departing figure, subtle changes also occurred in the old priest’s gaze.

On the third day after the old priest arrived in the Federation, he made a phone call to Lynch.

At around nine in the morning, Lynch drove over to pick him up.

Seeing Lynch, the old priest breathed a sigh of relief, "You can’t imagine, just a moment ago I felt like you are my kinsman."

Lynch couldn’t help but laugh, "That surprises me a bit, did something happen?"

He opened the car door for the old priest.

Rica had already gone out, spending each day fooling around, at least in the old priest and the Federation Security Committee special agent’s eyes.

He used his identity as a missionary and the only son of the divine, along with his wealth, to continually sleep with different women.

Sometimes the scene would be rather frightening, and people would get hurt, but no one seemed to care.

As long as the incense was lit, what did it matter if one got a little hurt in the process of enjoying ultimate pleasure?

Originally, he shouldn’t have gone out in the morning because morning was not an appropriate time; most people were still asleep, and it was after noon that those like him became active.

But when he knew Lynch was coming, Rica proactively found an excuse to leave.

He was very afraid of Lynch because Lynch had broken his bones right in front of him and even once threatened to kill him.

He believed Lynch could truly do it, which is why hearing Lynch’s name made him uncomfortable and want to leave early.

This also provided the High Priest with more time.

Sitting in the car, as it slowly moved forward, Lynch curiously asked, "It seems like you and Rica don’t get along very well."

This was very obvious; if they got along well, there wouldn’t be such a trip of his own.

The High Priest didn’t say much, just smiled it off, "I heard the Federation’s medical level is very high."

There’s no dispute about that; cutting-edge technology is built on money, especially in the medical field.

Every advance in medical science means unimaginably skilled researchers are involved, breaking the shackles of past technologies and conducting large-scale tests on animals and even humans.

The costs involved are not small, and those with less financial means can’t afford the development and research of medical science.

After getting Lynch’s affirmative response, the High Priest asked another question, "Can they let me know if I’m still able to father children?"

Lynch nodded again, "That’s easy."

The High Priest grabbed Lynch’s hand, looking at him seriously, "Take me there!"

More than half an hour later, the two appeared in a private medical institution that was not a hospital.

This place only serves the wealthy, and many people from the Federation’s leaders, celebrities, and wealthy individuals are their clients, including Lynch.

You can criticize the immorality of medical groups, but it doesn’t prevent you from enjoying advanced medical technology.

With the help of a beautiful twenty-something Federation nurse, the High Priest calmly completed the sample collection and analysis work.

He devoted his life to the divine, including his body and soul; he never felt ashamed even when dancing naked in front of tens of thousands of believers or more, and he certainly didn’t now.

Soon, a thirty-something doctor approached, "Sir, according to the report we have, you still have the ability to become a father, and your body is healthier than it appears!"

The doctor also found it a bit incredible that this old man, who seemed ready to collapse at any moment, still had reproductive capabilities.

In fact, his aged appearance was just on the surface; he was indeed old but not to that extent.

"So I can still be a father?" the High Priest asked again, and the doctor repeatedly confirmed this answer.

He looked to Lynch, "How much do I need to pay for this?"

After shaking hands with the doctor, Lynch walked with the High Priest towards the door, "I have already paid, now we can talk about what you want?"

Standing outside the non-hospital hospital, the High Priest looked at the blue and sunny sky, sighed, "I want a real child of my own..."

That afternoon, some agencies in Bupen received an order; a sixty-year-old man wanted a child, and he needed an adult woman to give birth to the child by natural means.

After the fact, the woman could live with him and the child as the mother, and would receive a one-time payment of 200,000 Federation Sol.

At first, the High Priest thought he should give more, a million seemed like a good number, but Lynch told him that the Federation Sol wasn’t as worthless as the previous Nagariel currency; in fact, tens of thousands would be enough.

Offering 200,000 was to select better, more satisfying genes for him.

Many women eagerly signed up.

Is it important to sleep with a sixty-year-old man a few times?

No, not at all. What’s important is the money, and the inheritance rights that the child can obtain.

Currently, high-class escorts in Bupen charge about 1,200 a night, with 100 to 200 going to their Brokers, 200 to 400 to the agency, and they only get 600 to 800 themselves.

Sleeping with different people every day for a year would be about 200,000, including some old or even perverted ones, so why not do this?

Is it because the money burns?

Of course not!