Night Raven Master

Chapter 445 The Old Gentleman

Art took the wine glass handed by the bartender, and couldn't help chuckling as he watched the members of the Eight Limbs Church quietly push those unrelated people aside to prevent them from hearing the conversation.

At this time, a man in a black windbreaker came to the side of Yate and whispered respectfully:
"My lord Pope."

"Banksy, are you here? Come, sit down." Art said without looking back, motioning for him to sit down beside him.

Banksy came to him and sat down, then asked respectfully:
"Is there anything the Pope wants from me?"

And Art just smiled, and then, Banksy saw a lavender in his vision——

A pattern emerged from the mist-like illusory mist that resembled a spider.

A pitch-black clock that looks like a bronze bell.

Afterwards, the spider formed by the lavender mist directly bit the black clock into pieces.

"Have you seen it too? The oracle conveyed to us by the great Lord of Eight Limbs."

The system, among the names of believers, is "the view of believers".

Through the system, he issued an oracle to these eight-limbed believers.

However, the oracle oracle, of course, this thing cannot be instructed in too much detail.

Gods must maintain a certain sense of mystery and nobility, otherwise believers will lose their due awe.

"This is?"

Banksy asked suspiciously.

"The Church of the Black Bell." Art looked like a stickler, interpreting the oracle he gave like a real pope, "The Church of the Black Bell has offended the great eight-legged lord, we need to collect the Church of the Black Bell information, use their blood to sacrifice to the great Lord of Eight Limbs."

"The great eight-legged master will give us more favors based on our contributions." Ater looked like a stick.

In other words, whoever contributes more, Art will upgrade their system—

Now, Art has divided the members of the Church of Eight Limbs into a three-level system:

Catholic level, bishop level, pope level.

To put it bluntly, it is lv1, lv10, lv20-multiple zero-level to multi-level two systems.

And the system has seven kinds—the seven deadly sins of arrogance, envy, and laziness.

These believers are essentially equivalent to players. Yate does not need to use a contract to establish any connection with them. He only needs to issue instructions through the system to let them experiment with this occupation system as guinea pigs and create his own occupation for him. Make a bedding, a stepping stone.

The material he used to make the system was essentially a magic creature constructed by the power of the magic eye—the magic eye spider.

Through parasitism, parasitizes in the souls of the believers, presents in a systematic form, conveys his instructions, conducts strengthening and professional experiments on the believers, and collects data at the same time.

Art now won't easily contract a crow——

Ordinary crows don't have enough strength, not as good as the magical creatures he created at will-the crows in the state of soul and even in the state of faith.

The trial product of the Pope-level eight-limb hunter professional system is naturally carried by him, and he can improve it at any time.

And now there are two bishop-level eight-limb hunter systems, one of which is Banksy.
The others are all cult-level systems.

Compared with the church-like, uncontrollable belief model, this kind of controllable belief with the skin of the church reassures him more.

After hearing what Art said, Banksy bowed his head in thought for a moment, and then replied without a smile:

"The Church of the Black Bell does not know where it is hiding. My lord, we need some time to find it."

He didn't suspect that the ghost spider who didn't know his real name in front of him had other thoughts and false oracles, and the eyes of the believers would never be wrong.

After carefully recalling the Black Bell Church he knew, he seriously considered how to deal with the Black Bell Church.

"Yeah." Arthur nodded, and then repeated what he told the wine waiter just now, "This stronghold is suspected by the knight in the fog, you need to move as soon as possible."

Found here?

Banksy frowned slightly, and then asked a few words respectfully. After figuring out that the stronghold was only suspected but not confirmed, he immediately replied:

"I will immediately organize people to evacuate and disperse to various places in Fog City..."

After telling Art about his next move, he continued:
"My lord, please come with me."

After Art nodded, he led Art to the depths of the bar and entered a room.

He glanced inside the room.

On the right, several people are standing in front of a small counter in order, silently waiting for something.

The person at the counter is a member of the Eight Limbs Church.

And others are not.

These people lined up one by one, taking out some of their belongings and handing them over to the people at the counter.

usury.

This stronghold is the original stronghold of the Eight Limbs Church. It usually exists in the form of a gangster, and its main business is lending.

Or usury.

Without stopping here, Banksy led him through the room.

When they passed through the compartment, the partition door opened, and a customer in a plain windbreaker and a deer hunting cap stepped out and hurried away without stopping.

And this person made Art narrow his eyes slightly.

Others couldn't see it, but Art saw it clearly—

In this person's soul, it is completely dark - a group of weak souls are imprisoned in the depths of the soul.

Just like Rodman, he has been corroded by the "dark self", or in other words, this person's soul has become a devil.

The real self is imprisoned by the devil.

I didn't expect to meet members of the Black Bell Church here.

But Banksy didn't notice it.

Is this person pretending too well?Or did he not give Banksy enough power and was weak in detection?

It needs to be improved.

Yate's right hand inserted in the windbreaker pocket moved slightly, and the power of the purple-black magic eye surged, forming an eyeball, and then a purple-black one-eyed spider condensed out, crawling out of Yate's pocket , Drilled directly into the ground, and followed behind the man.

After more than ten seconds, when the man who was followed by the magic eye spider left the tavern, Banksy also took him to the destination.

In a semi-detached room, an old gentleman wearing a black top hat was sitting in the room, without any trace of being bound, just sitting in the room, holding a book in his hand.

"This man broke into the bar, we don't know what he wants to do, and we can't help it."

In other words, Banksy just couldn't handle the man.

Seeing Banksy and Art walk in together, he raised his head, and the wrinkled face that was loose because of the sagging cheek muscles was completely in Art's field of vision.

The old gentleman glanced at Banksy, who had a sense of respect in his posture, and confirmed Art's identity:

"Are you the Pope of the Eight Limbs Church?"

"Oh? You are?" Art narrowed his eyes slightly.

(End of this chapter)