Mystery: The Stars Returner

"Amon."

"Amon."

"Amon..."

"Please calm down, this is not something you can just joke about."

In the office, Leonard rubbed his eyebrows and felt a headache as he watched the team members in front of him making fun of the latest Mengjiao greetings.

"Captain, we just feel strange why such a simple greeting has become the greeting of an emerging church."

"This is not a question we need to explore. There is only one thing we have to do, which is to prevent people from believing in the so-called Mongolian religion as much as possible, and at the same time prevent the further spread of Mongolian religion's influence."

Leonard endured the discomfort in his heart and carefully told each team member what they needed to be responsible for. At the same time, he warned them again not to mention the word Amon casually when nothing happened.

After all the team members left, Leonard closed his eyes and sighed heavily.

He was still found by Amon. Just ten days ago, the team he led encountered some major issues, and he had no choice but to leave St. Samuel's Church to deal with it.

Halfway there, he met Amon.

He fell into Amon's hands without any ability to resist. Fortunately, Amon searched his memory and found no clues about the old man, so he had a gentle heart-to-heart talk with him.

It was this simple heart-to-heart talk that almost caused him to suffer from Amon stress disorder.

When I returned to the office to handle official duties, another Meng religion appeared that needed attention. I knew without even thinking that this was the church created by the madman Amon.

Sadly, he also had to deal with the chaos of Mongolian believers.

It has only been about seven days since I heard about the Mengjiao church, and three extremely bad incidents have already occurred.

Amon is a madman, and believers who believe in the church he founded are naturally also madmen.

One of the believers sneaked into Harvest Church late at night to steal, pried open the donation box, and took out the money inside. When he left, he was captured by the priest stationed there.

A believer went to the Holy Wind Church in the middle of the night and started a fire. Although the fire was extinguished by rain as soon as it started, it was still very insulting.

The third believer seemed to have an incurable disease. While praying in the prayer hall of Holy Wind Church, he suddenly ran forward and died in front of the emblem symbolizing the Lord of Storms.

These three believers are all ordinary people, either living in poverty or experiencing misfortune.

After believing in Mengjiao, they recognized the doctrine of free indulgence and doing whatever they wanted. Things that they did not dare to do in daily life now became reasons for their indulgence.

If Leonard were to deal with the Mongolian believers, he would only kill them and leave none behind.

Unfortunately, it is quite difficult to use criminal law to kill someone in Backlund.

After all, the Kingdom of Loen does not force people to believe in any church. Belief is freedom.

"Captain, there is another case involving Mongolian believers here."

"Bring it here."

Leonard opened his eyes, took the case record handed over by the team members and read it, his expression became strange.

This is an incident that happened at a nearby police station. A few nights ago, the local police station arrested a Mongolian believer. After criticizing and educating him, they planned to lock him up for two or three days to calm down before letting him out. .

But who knew that when the police station released him, the Mongolian believer had already used his words to turn the four prisoners in the same cell into Mongolian believers.

Two of the prisoners were originally devout believers of the Church of the Goddess of Night and the Church of Storms.

After the local night watchers sent people to investigate, they found that these prisoners who changed their beliefs were not interfered by extraordinary factors. They truly believed in the so-called Meng religion from their hearts.

As a result, the local night watchers had nothing to do, but they did not want to release these Mongolian believers, so they sent someone to ask how to deal with this matter.

"Lock them up and starve them for a few days to see if they still have the energy to preach again."

Leonard wrote his own solution on it.

……

Forsi and Xio's residence.

In the closed room, the thin door could not completely block the sound of loud voices.

"Forsi, it's time for you to come out of your doghouse!"

"You have been staying in the house for a whole month. Except for the last time Miss Audrey invited you to enjoy delicious food, you have not been out. You even asked me to wash your clothes and hang them on hangers outside to dry."

"You should have a certain level of laziness, right? If you continue like this, your whole being will be ruined."

Xio's complaining voice reached Forsi's ears in the room. After a while, Forsi, who couldn't bear the nagging, came out of the room.

Facing Xiuna's momentum as she quietly stood on her tiptoes, Forsi simply said, "I'm about to be promoted to Sequence 5 Traveler."

"???" Xio was stunned for a while and said in disbelief: "How could you digest the Recorder's potion so quickly?"

"You should know that I joined a mysterious organization. With the help of one of its members, I have been traveling to various regions in the world during this time, recording the local customs, history and culture."

"……All right."

Xiu, who originally wanted to ask questions, suddenly lost his confidence.

Forsi patted Xio's shoulder and said with a smile: "I have the Sequence 6 judge's potion formula here, do you want it?"

"I want it!" Xio immediately grabbed Forsi's hands, his eyes sparkling.

"Who will do the laundry and sweeping the floor at home?"

"I do."

"Who will be responsible for three meals a day?"

"I'm responsible."

"I've been running around for too long lately. Who's going to give me a shoulder massage?"

"Forsi! Don't go too far!"

"Oh, forget it then."

"No, I'll do it!"

Woohoo...Xiu felt that she was about to be trained by Forsi into a shape that belonged to her.

"So nice."

Forsi returned to her room humming a proud tune. Recently, in addition to playing the role of record officer, she often had brief conversations with Mr. Door in her dreams.

During every conversation, Mr. Men would tirelessly teach her a lot of extraordinary knowledge, and this knowledge was just within the scope of what she could accept, and would not become a burden to her, let alone affect her.

With such dual efforts, she made rapid progress, but this also caused her to often feel overwhelmed during the day, lying at home and falling asleep.

……

"Master, I am ready to sacrifice!"

"Please don't pity me!"

"Because my sacrifice is to fulfill the great master!"

“This is something to be extremely proud of!”

In the study, 008 wrote a sentence on a blank piece of paper, saying that he was ready to die.

"Heh, how about I find a quill and give it to you as a new home?"

“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu…No, Master!” 008 drew a series of crying expressions on the paper, “Please don’t break us up, we are the most compatible pair in nature!”

Listening to 008's cuteness, Hastur was really reluctant to trade it.

But the guest seems to have already come to visit, um, he's here.

dong dong dong.

There was a knock on the study door.

How polite...Hasta sighed in his heart, glanced at 008 who was shivering on purpose, "Come in."

The door opened with a creak, and an ordinary priest walked in wearing a simple white robe, with a light golden beard covering the lower half of his face, eyes as clear and simple as a baby, and a cross pendant hanging on his chest.

Adam appeared in front of him in such an extremely simple way, without any climactic foreshadowing or vast epic scenes.

It's just that in a small study, I am free and Adam is free, that's all.

"This should be our second meeting, spokesperson of the stars." Adam paused for a moment as if on purpose, then smiled gently: "Or I should just call you stars."

"Testing words won't help you get the right answer." There was no unnecessary expression on Hasta's face, he just said calmly: "I prefer the title Mr. Hasta, if you want to continue the conversation If so, don’t ignore the master’s reminder.”

Adam smiled and nodded, bowing politely and saying, "Mr. Hastur, good afternoon."