From the Esoteric Cult Family to the Kingdom of God

Three years.

Time passed quickly, and the Fisher family had become the most respected family in the entire Nasir town.

Irene, who cured diseases almost without receiving any salary, had benefited from her kindness. In the eyes of the old people in the town, she was a saint sent by the Lord of Redemption.

Lucius, the hero who had saved Nasir and led the guards to kill the despicable natives, the man that all the boys admired in their hearts.

For three whole years, Baron Hoven had not come to Nasir Town again. He was seriously injured in the war against the jungle natives and was the only one who survived after seeing the bloody demon. Therefore, the overly frightened baron had been recuperating in Fein City and had not come here again.

At this time, a fierce swordsmanship duel was taking place in the courtyard of the Fisher family.

"Hah!"

The tall and thin Byrne stabbed out a sword, and the captain of the guards in front of him quickly blocked it. The two fought back and forth in the courtyard with swords in hand.

With his extraordinary memory, Byrne's swordsmanship improved very quickly, and even the most experienced ordinary guards could not defeat him.

The fierce swordsmanship battle continued.

Byrne turned around suddenly, and took out a dark golden flintlock from his arms with his other hand and pointed it at the captain of the guard.

The captain of the guard was stunned and could not move.

"Bang, the times have changed, you lose." He imitated the sound of shooting.

Then both of them couldn't help laughing.

"Hahaha, you fight well, captain, let's stop here today."

Byrne had a gentle smile on his face, his skin was very fair, and his eyes were clear and rational.

His layered light white clothes were very design-conscious, and he looked like a handsome nobleman.

If Irene is the existence that many men desire in their hearts, Byrne, who has grown up, is the dream bedmate of most girls in Nasir Town.

In three years, Byrne has become more and more confident, no longer the boy who hid behind his father and trembled when he saw a stranger.

"Huh?"

He suddenly looked at his slightly painful palm, frowned slightly and said:

"My hand is a little worn out. The craftsmanship of this sword is not very good. Is it the last few works of Uncle Raymond before he retired?"

Byrne sighed, knowing that it was understandable. Aging is a great force that humans cannot resist.

Old Raymond of the blacksmith shop retired because he suddenly made some rather shoddy ironware.

In fact, it was not that the old man was slacking off, but that the old Raymond in his seventies was a little confused.

Last week, the old man suddenly regarded Irene, who came to visit him, as his granddaughter. He burst into tears without warning while talking, which made Irene very embarrassed.

There was no way, and his family and friends had to persuade him not to work anymore. Although Old Raymond was reluctant in his heart, he stopped working to ensure the reputation of the blacksmith shop and handed over the business of the blacksmith shop to his son.

It is very common to get injured during training. Byrne shook his head and didn't think too much about it.

He was going to find Robert from the Taylor family. The man who had returned from studying in the Empire was Byrne's best friend.

"Excuse me, help me put away my sword."

Just as Byrne put down his sword and left, the old servant who was responsible for collecting weapons had come over. He was slightly stunned when he saw the blood on the hilt.

There has always been a rumor among the people that as long as you get the blood of a superhuman, you will have the opportunity to become a superhuman like them.

In fact, the idea of ​​getting blood is simply a "superstition" without any basis, but there are still many people who believe it.

"Master Byrne's blood..."

What if the rumor is true?

The old servant looked around silently. No one passed by here, so he couldn't help but lower his head and licked the blood on the hilt with his tongue.

He didn't know if the rumor was true, but many people had said this, and even if the rumor was false, there was no loss.

Carl's consciousness was in a transparent bottle.

He suddenly felt a strange connection. Well, the other end of the connection was not the four people of the Fisher family bloodline, but someone else.

Who is it?

Carl slowly raised his will and soon locked onto the person who had made contact with him. It was an old servant of the Fisher family.

He tried to convey his will, but found that he could not communicate directly with the other party.

The connection between the two was too weak.

The next moment, the old servant knelt on the ground in fear and trembled, and a huge fear emerged from the depths of his heart.

Oh?

He felt his own existence!

What an interesting situation.

Carl soon realized that although he could not communicate, and there was no way to bestow and possess.

But the other party could sense his existence, and he could also lock the position of the old servant at any time and anywhere, and sense the other party's emotions.

"It's time. The development of the Fisher family has now reached a bottleneck, and we must further recruit more people who work hard for my recovery."

The recovery time is too long, and Carl has understood in his heart that the only three and a half "chess pieces" at the moment are not enough.

He must further expand the scale of the "chess pieces" in his control.

It was late at night. After dining at the Taylor family, Byrne returned in the family carriage. As soon as he got off the carriage, he saw the old servant coming over with a nervous look on his face. He had obviously been waiting at the gate of the courtyard for a long time.

"Master Byrne, I heard it! I really heard it!"

Byrne was slightly stunned, not understanding what the other party meant at all, and subconsciously asked: "What did you hear? What are you talking about?"

The old man looked at Byrne with an extremely horrified expression, and kept claiming that he heard the voice of that great being.

"Yes, it's Him. I don't know who He is, but I heard His voice!"

"That is a lost great being. I am as insignificant as dust in front of Him, extremely humble."

Byrne looked increasingly uncomfortable.

After the old man finished speaking, he couldn't help but kneel on the ground and pray silently.

Wait a minute!

He couldn't be talking about the Lost Lord!

Byrne was horrified and had no idea what was going on. He endured the surprise and lowered his voice and said, "Come with me."

Then he took the old servant to the basement, found his father and Irene, and told them about the incident.

The core members of the Fischer family were shocked when they learned what happened. They found it incredible.

The old servant was ordered by them to wait outside the basement, and the three members of the Fisher family began to discuss again.

Carl's will also possessed Eileen, watching another family meeting of the Fisher family.

Sometimes he feels that family meetings are inexplicably interesting, because mortals' thinking directions are always weird and weird due to their limited vision.

"We must never allow blood to flow out at will in the future. Our blood seems to contain mysterious power." Byrne said with a bad expression.

"What is going on? Someone actually noticed the existence of the Lost Lord." Lucius's face already showed signs of aging, and his expression became calmer.

The matter at hand was extremely important, and Eileen and Byrne were silent, unable to give a direct answer.

"Perhaps, asking my lord directly can solve the problem more simply."

Erin had flowing black hair and her eyes were like extremely magnificent gems. She closed her eyes and murmured to herself.

"Great Lord of the Lost, please tell us, is this your will?"

"We are your loyal believers, the favored people of the Fisher family, and we are here to look forward to your guidance."

Both Lucius and Byrne remained silent, and after a while, Irene finally opened her eyes again.

She looked a little excited and said: "I have received instructions from the great Lord of the Lost!"

Byrne and Lucius looked at each other and continued to listen.

The great Lord of the Lost hopes that they will spread His blood to ordinary people as much as possible, so that He can have an impact on those ordinary people.

However, the blood of the dependent family members will have an effect on ordinary people, and the power contained in the extraordinary will neutralize the extremely weak influence in the blood.

At least at this stage, it can only affect ordinary people, but Lucius and Byrne still told him not to let the old servant be responsible for things around him in the future.

Lucius was in favor of establishing a secret order and analyzed it very seriously:

"It's also time. The wealth that the family can own is accumulating slowly. We need new sources of income to obtain extraordinary materials and mysterious objects."

The Fisher family has also been in trouble recently. After the number of guards was expanded to twenty, prices in all aspects have increased year by year. However, the speed of the family's wealth accumulation has slowed down, and the income and expenditure are only maintaining balance.

The wealth accumulated by the Fisher family so far is about fifty-five gold coins, and the price of extraordinary materials has become more and more premium in recent years. Even the cheapest second-level extraordinary materials require fifty-two gold coins.

Irene had to consider going outside the town to treat people in other areas. Next month she would go to the nearest town, where the rich people with diseases had already heard the name of "Doctor Irene".

The biggest reason why the Fisher family did not establish a religious order in the past was that it was difficult to keep secrets. No matter how unbreakable a religious order was in history, it would be exposed sooner or later as long as it continued to spread and develop.

Now that the great Lost Lord has given an order, and his great power can also influence the believers who take blood through will, ensuring the loyalty of the "blooded person" to a large extent, so the Fisher family can no longer Still stagnant.

So what is the name of the secret cult established with the Fisher family as its core?

After everyone's discussion, Irene finally proposed that the name of the order should be "Morning Light".

Lucius and Byrne felt very strange after hearing this. Because the image of the Lost Lord is a black cross of light, why is the name of the secret sect that believes in Him called Dawn?

Eileen explained extremely calmly: "If the name of the cult is not given with a good intention, ordinary people will feel resisted after hearing it."

Karl felt in his heart that this was indeed the case.

There is a secret sect called "Dark Killing Martial Arts Club" or "Pink Rabbit". Ordinary people would most likely not dare or not want to join after hearing the name.

She paused and continued to explain:

"More importantly, that night I saw a white light that was more dazzling than the sun, cutting through the suffocating endless darkness in the storm, and bringing me the most beautiful morning light."