The villain lord: Both the player and the protagonist want to kill me

"Does it cost money to join the club?"

"No, just a pious heart!"

"Do you need to verify your identity to join the club?"

"No, we welcome everyone even if it's just a beggar!"

"Is there any ceremony for membership?"

"No, we are an orthodox church! Just listen to the teachings of the Lord!"

"Okay! Then I'll join!!"

……

Bryant followed his uncle into Sol City near the border fort.

It's not that he's interested in beauties and salary, he mainly wants to see the customs of the Church of Truth, and help Xi Wei find out information by the way.

"Let's get to know each other again, my name is Paul Otellini, a believer in the Church of Truth~"

The uncle extended his hand friendly to Bryant.

"My name is Xi Wei, a wandering adventurer."

Bryant took the uncle's hand.

He has no psychological burden to use the name of an exploiter.

"Xi Wei, what a good name!" Paul Otellini savored for a while, and praised: "When I hear this name, I feel it is very majestic. Believe me, if you join the Church of Truth, you will become as majestic and noble as your name in the future." people."

Bryant smiled awkwardly, a thin layer of sweat broke out from his palms, and quickly changed the subject:

"Uncle Paul, where is the headquarters of the Church of Truth? And which god do we believe in?"

"The headquarters is in Sol City." Looking at the streets with people coming and going, the uncle lowered his voice and leaned into Bryant's ear and said: "We believe in the great Lord of Truth! He is the embodiment of truth! It is the most noble power!"

Bryant felt bad when he heard it.

When he went to help the aliens fight, the angel killed some kind of witch of truth. This witch of truth seems to have a lot to do with the lord of truth, but he is still not completely sure of this.

You must continue to go deep into the Church of Truth and communicate with the beauties in Paul's mouth from the shallow to the deep to know the whole picture!

"I feel that the truth will definitely take care of me."

Bryant said so following the meaning of the uncle.

The other party was really happy.

And said that he would introduce Bryant to some old friends.

Going around all the way, passing through the lively city center, entering the slums in the west of the city, turning over the dirty sewers and garbage dumps, they finally came to a dilapidated tavern.

Looking at this dilapidated tavern with cobwebs on the windows and cracked plaques, Bryant's anticipation has dropped to freezing point.

"Let's go in, Xi Wei, trust me, they will like a clever young man like you!"

Seeing Bryant shrinking his neck, Paul thought he was being reserved, so he patted Bryant on the shoulder to encourage him.

"crunch-"

The broken door of the tavern was pushed open, making the noise of being in disrepair.

The lighting in the room was very dim, and the visibility was very low. There seemed to be a fog covering the eyes.

Messy tables and chairs, ale bottles lying on the ground, rolled wooden floors, and the outlines of various things loomed in the dimness. At a certain moment, they seemed to come alive, twisting and stretching out their dark minions.

Bryant shook his head.

Everything around him returned to normal, and those bizarre and weird scenes just now seemed to be just illusions.

At the end of the tavern was a relatively complete and clean round table.

The kerosene lamp on the round table is the only warm color in the tavern.

Five people in black cloaks sat quietly around the table. When they heard the door open, they turned around and stared coldly at the intruding visitor.

"Paul, you're bringing strangers here again."

The headed man in black had a hoarse voice, like glass shards rubbing against brass.

"Alvin, trust me, he's a good guy this time! I promise!"

Paul smiled and led Bryant into the tavern.

The rotten broken door was blown shut by the strong wind, making a loud bang, and some dust rolled down from the beams and splashed on Bryant's head. He was not like Paul who had a hat on his head, so he reached out to beat him. Tried my curly hair.

"That's what you said last time!" The man in black snorted coldly: "But that so-called good boy of yours sued us to the security team in Sol City, and now we can only stay in this shabby house! Many people live in the sewers!"

"Damn, don't say that."

Paul still looked cheerful, as if nothing would bother him.

"Even if that person didn't inform us, we would still be discovered by the security team. Kaired has banned all religious sects except the God of Order since half a year ago. It is only a matter of time before we are discovered."

"But no one wants to be a mouse in the sewer." Another man in black said darkly.

"We are accumulating strength!" Paul turned his head to look at the man in black robe, clenched his fists, and growled: "Think about your wife and your daughter, what kind of suffering is it to just live in the sewer?"

"Excuse me."

Bryant couldn't bear to interrupt.

"Uncle Paul, is your Church of Truth in the sewer? The salary you told me before, beauty, won't be in the sewer too..."

was asked so.

Paul looked a little embarrassed.

He moved his lips, rubbed his left and right hands together, and then sighed after a while and said, "There will be wages, and there will be beauties. Living in the sewer is only temporary, and we are accumulating strength! As long as we follow the direction indicated by the Lord, we will have a bright future." Right ahead!"

Bryant resisted the urge to turn around and leave when he heard the words.

He thought that Winter King was already very good at drawing cakes, but he didn't expect that this old man looked like a dog, but he turned out to be a master at drawing cakes.

How unlucky!

"Look, Paul, your affairs have been exposed, and this young man you are optimistic about may leave soon." The leader of the black-robed man did not miss any opportunity to sneer.

"Xi Wei, you won't leave, right?"

Paul turned to look at Bryant solemnly.

There was a spark of hope called hope in his eyes, which made people unable to help but be shaken.

Of course Bryant won't budge.

He didn't leave now because he just wanted to inquire about information.

"You will stay and make a career with us!" Paul put his hands on Bryant's shoulders, staring at Bryant, waiting for his reply.

"That's right! I believe in you, Uncle Paul, I see firm belief in your eyes!" Bryant nodded earnestly.

"Thousands of tall buildings rise from the ground, I like this sentence, you are such a good boy, I really didn't miss it." Paul raised his chin at the man in black, as if to say, "Look, my people didn't leave ,you lose".

"Then, you are welcome to join."

The man in black didn't bother with Paul either.

He took out a black copper case and put it on the table, and said to Bryant:

"This is a sign that represents your identity. I don't care what your original name is. From today onwards, you are No. 37. All believers communicate and identify their identities through their respective numbers and number plates. Now, you can follow Paul to Our church is here."