Your Lord Has A Screw Loose?-Chapter 417 - 419 Abyss Missionary
Chapter 417: Chapter 419: Abyss Missionary
Chapter 417: Chapter 419: Abyss Missionary
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‘This damn freak, he wouldn’t be targeting me, would he? If Priest Alva doesn’t believe me, then I should go to the sheriff… No, damn it, he’ll definitely blackmail me.’ Old Porter thought to himself, feeling a bit desperate. Being entangled by such a strange family was not a good thing.
“Priest Alva, Priest Alva, please wait.” Old Porter hurried over, his tone filled with urgency.
“Uncle Porter, what were you talking about just now?” Suddenly, a voice came through, startling Old Porter. When he saw who it was, his heart immediately jumped.
“Although Porter is old, he is very familiar with all sorts of people around him. Once he embraces the Abyss, it’s as if we have gained a circle. As long as the circle keeps expanding, one day we will drag all the gods into the Abyss.”
“No… I mean, I’m not available tonight, you know, I’m always busy. If possible, uh… I mean, sorry, I have something else to do, so I’ll be leaving now. I won’t be drinking tonight either.” Porter’s heart was in knots, and he spoke incoherently before hurrying away.
“I don’t know if Uncle Porter is free tonight, but come to my house for a drink. Consider it as a way to repay you for helping us harvest the black rice this year.” Jim’s tone was very stiff, and to Porter, it seemed as if he was controlled by some terrifying thing.
“Besides this matter, is there anything else you need to report?” Alva quickly moved past that topic, not wishing to engage further with other churches’ divinities.
“Father, are you sure you also want Porter to embrace the Abyss? He just went to inform on us to Priest Alva.” Jim’s tone carried annoyance.
“Damned peasants, is the faith of the Divine something you can interfere with?” Alva was also quite angry.
“Enough, shut up!” Alva’s face darkened, not wanting to hear the other party mimic those strange tones from the drama.
“And then there’s the village chief and that street thug Bill. Soon, all the villagers will become children of the Abyss.” Sam quickly calmed down, knowing his faith often made him lose control. But this was not a bad thing, as he had gained the favor of the Abyss and had obtained powers beyond those of mortals.
“Alright, aside from Porter, how many people are we inviting tonight?” Jim agreed with Sam’s words. The more people, the better indeed.
“No, nothing.” Porter said with a guilty conscience. The person asking him was a young man, none other than Sam’s eldest son, Jim.
“No… nothing else.” Old Porter moved his lips and timidly spoke.
“Is there something you need, peasant?” Alva was in a good mood today and did not mind showing a bit of the priest’s kindness.
“The Sam family is a bunch of freaks, I saw long tumors growing on their backs with my own eyes!” Old Porter muttered under his breath, thinking about keeping his distance from that weird family when he got back.
“Yes, you’re right, I’m not as good as you, my son.” Sam’s voice was filled with emotion and satisfaction.
“They worship an unnamed god, oh my Holy Light God above, you have no idea, they have gotten their hands on a set of torturous prayers, it’s like…”
“I really wonder if your brain is damaged, father. The village is just a starting point. Our goal is those high and mighty nobles. If we can get Baron Harris to embrace the Abyss as well, then the entire Baron’s Territory will be our dominion.” Jim’s tone carried the defiance of youth.
“Let’s go, we’ve got a lot to do today and can’t dally here any longer. We need to invite everyone before tonight, and as for Porter… I’ll visit his house myself tonight. After all, he’s our neighbor, isn’t he?” Sam said, leading Jim towards another target.
“Respected Priest Alva, I have something to report to you, it’s about my neighbor, that damned Sam family.” Old Porter said, gasping for breath.
Alva gave him a lash: “Then get lost.”
Porter comforted himself, what else could he do? Really going to the sheriff might turn him into a serf, and probably the Sam family would too, then perhaps they would end up living in the same stable. That would be terrible.
Without noticing when, Sam was already standing beside him: “Jim, you shouldn’t talk like that. Before we pledged loyalty to Emperor Black Abyss, we too were ignorant. We need more comrades.”
The moment these words were uttered, Alva immediately felt disgust. He was not the peasant’s knife, to be used by them?
After passing over the hill, Porter let out a sigh of relief: “These damned freaks, I never thought their family could turn out like this.”
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For him, this was simply a catastrophe. He had thought to exchange this favor for some rewards, but never expected it to turn into such a situation.
And as for killing himself, he felt that Sam and his family probably didn’t have the guts to do it.
During a moment of distraction, he seemed to notice something off about the other person’s shadow, but when he snapped back to reality, he didn’t perceive anything amiss.
Situations like these weren’t anything significant.
The searing pain on his face was something he couldn’t get used to, yet he dared not harbor any resentment towards Priest Alva. After all, to them, the commoners, the priest lords and the Noble lords were supremely exalted.
Which of those wretches didn’t profess faith in three or five Divines? This was something the Divine themselves allowed; it wasn’t as if their priests could only serve one.
You could entice, guide, or even use gifts as a method to convert someone, but this was generally aimed at Nobles. A mere commoner, naturally, couldn’t possibly be of concern to Priest Alva.
If he were to forcefully convert his followers, that would be tantamount to declaring war against the Divine and the entire Church of the adversary. Some greenhorn priests, eager to curry favor with the Holy Light God, often made this mistake, and then… they naturally suffered Divine Punishment.
Sam’s voice carried an extreme fanaticism, even reaching a level of madness. If outsiders saw this, they would definitely consider him a madman.
The conflict between Divines wasn’t carried out among the lower classes, but among the Nobility. Whichever Divine the Nobility worshipped, that region’s laws would lean towards the Church of that Divine.
Having said that, he beat a hasty and clumsy retreat.
Although he felt this family had become quite strange, the family of Sam used to be honest people; at most, they were just a bit odd, perhaps.
As they walked upon this land, countless Chaos and distortions spread unceasingly, like their shadows, forming a monstrous and twisted Demon.
He could kill a commoner, but he absolutely could not force that commoner to convert forcibly, because that was not his domain, but the Divine’s domain.
He didn’t dare stay any longer, so much so that he temporarily forgot the pain on his face.
He knew that this was called Divine Arts, the Power of the priest lords. Right now, he possessed it too, except because his Faith Value was too low, the power he wielded was also weak. He hadn’t fully awakened; hence, he needed to show more sincerity to the Abyss Will to increase his own Faith Value.
A priest of the Holy Light God would not want to provoke other Divines.
After undergoing the baptism of the Abyss, he was no longer the ignorant poor farmer from before but a resolute Abyss Missionary.
This region wasn’t served by just him as a priest; there were priests of the God of Fertility as well. An unrecognized Divine might just be one who a passing priest had casually preached about, and this wretch of a family remembered and decided to start making sacrifices to it.
This sent a chill through his body, leaving him no choice but to cover his face and hurry away, yet he felt that the stark gaze had not left him.
With this lash striking him, his skin burst open to reveal the flesh beneath, but he couldn’t mind the pain and quickly said, “Yes, yes, respected Priest Alva.”
Just as he was on his way home, he suddenly saw Sam standing not far away, his murky gaze seeming to fix on him.
As for the neighbor’s faith in a certain Divine? Was that even an issue? It wasn’t an issue at all!
As for commoners? Sorry, in this world, there were only serfs and poor folk; there were no so-called commoners.
As a Transcendent, he was, naturally, aware of the presence and horror of Divinity. Don’t think that the Divines often didn’t respond to them, but the gaze of the Divines was always watching over the whole world, aware of their every move.
Alva, sitting in the carriage, leaned out to take a look and gestured to the coachman driving for him to stop.
