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Chapter 418: Abyssal Preacher
Chapter 418: Abyssal Preacher
"Pastor Alva, Pastor Alva, please wait a moment." Old Porter hurried over, his tone filled with urgency.
Alva, who was sitting in the carriage, poked his head out and signaled the coachman to stop.
"Do you have something to report, peasant?" Alva was in a good mood today and didn't mind showing a bit of the pastor's kindness.
"Respected Pastor Alva, I have something to report to you. It's about my neighbor, that accursed Sam's family," Old Porter panted.
As soon as he said this, Alva's disdain grew. He wasn't a tool for these peasants to use.
"They are worshipping an unknown deity. Oh, my Holy Light God, you wouldn't believe it, they have a set of tormenting prayers, it's as if they are—"
"Enough, be silent!" Alva's face darkened. He didn't want to hear the strange intonations the peasant was imitating from some play.
As for his neighbor worshipping some deity? Was that even a matter? It wasn't!
Every peasant worshipped several deities, and that was something the deities allowed. It wasn't as if only one deity could be served by a single person.
"Is there anything else you need to report?" Alva quickly moved on from the topic, not wanting to discuss other deities' churches.
As a transcendent, he knew of the existence and terror of the deities. Although they didn't usually respond to their calls, the deities' gaze watched over the entire world, knowing their every move.
A Holy Light God's pastor did not want to provoke other deities.
"No, no, that's all," Old Porter stammered, his lips trembling in fear.
Alva lashed him with a whip. "Then get lost."
The whip left his skin raw and bleeding, but he didn't dare complain, hurriedly saying, "Yes, yes, Respected Pastor Alva."
With that, he scrambled away as quickly as possible.
To him, this was a disaster. He had hoped to earn some reward, but instead, he had ended up like this.
"The accursed peasants, do you think you can interfere with the faith of the deities?" Alva was furious.
He could kill a peasant, but he could not force a peasant to change their faith. That was not his domain, but the domain of the deities.
If he forced a change in faith, it would be like declaring war on the deity and their entire church. Some new pastors, eager to please the Holy Light God, often made this mistake and suffered divine punishment as a result.
He could entice, guide, or even bribe to encourage a change in faith, but such methods were typically reserved for the upper class. A commoner was beneath Alva's notice.
This region had more than one pastor, including a pastor of the God of Fertility. The unknown deity might have been preached by a passing pastor and remembered by the peasant family, leading them to worship it.
Such matters were not significant.
The struggle between deities was not at the lower levels but among the nobility. If the nobility worshipped a particular deity, the laws of the region would favor that deity's church.
"Sam's family is a bunch of freaks. I saw with my own eyes that they had long growths on their backs!" Old Porter muttered to himself, thinking he should stay far away from that strange family.
The burning pain on his face made him uncomfortable, but he didn't dare harbor any resentment towards Pastor Alva. For peasants like him, pastors and nobles were supreme.
As for commoners? Sorry, in this world, there were only serfs and peasants, no commoners.
On his way home, he suddenly saw Sam standing not far away, his murky eyes seemingly fixed on him. This made his entire body tremble, and he could only cover his face and hurry away, feeling that the naked gaze had not left him.
'These accursed freaks, are they targeting me? Pastor Alva doesn't believe me, should I go to the constable? Damn, he will definitely extort me.' Old Porter thought, feeling a sense of despair. If he were to be entangled by such a strange family, it would not be a good thing.
And kill himself. He felt that the Sam family didn't have the nerve to do such a thing.
Although he thought this family had changed into this state, the Sams were previously honest and hardworking, perhaps just a bit peculiar.
Porter consoled himself; what else could he do? If he really went to the constable, he might end up becoming his serf, and the Sam family would be the same. They might even end up living in the same stable, which would be terrible.
After passing the hill, Porter finally heaved a sigh of relief: "Those damned freaks, I never thought they would turn out like this."
"Uncle Porter, what were you just saying?" A voice suddenly came from behind, startling Old Porter. Once he saw who it was, his heart leapt.
"Nothing, nothing at all," Porter said somewhat guiltily. The person asking was a young man, Sam's eldest son, Jim.
For a moment, he thought he saw something wrong with Jim's shadow, but when he focused, he noticed nothing.
"I don't know if Uncle Porter has time tonight. Come to my house for a drink; it's a way to thank you for helping us harvest the black rice this year," Jim's tone was stiff. To Porter, it seemed as if he were being controlled by some terrifying entity.
"No, I mean, I don't have time tonight. You know, I'm always busy. If it's possible, um, I mean, I'm sorry, I have some things to do, so I'll leave now. I won't be drinking tonight," Porter's heart was racing, and his words were jumbled as he hurried away.
He didn't dare to linger, even the pain on his face was temporarily forgotten.
"Father, are you sure you want to bring Porter into the Abyss's embrace? He was just reporting to Pastor Alva, wasn't he?" Jim's tone was annoyed.
Sam, who had appeared beside him at some point, said, "Jim, you shouldn't say that. Before we pledged ourselves to the Emperor of the Black Abyss, we were also ignorant and foolish. We need more companions."
"Although Porter is old, he knows many people in the area. Once he joins the Abyss, we will have a network. As this network expands, we will eventually drag all the gods into the Abyss."
Sam's voice was filled with extreme fervor, bordering on madness. If an outsider saw him, they would surely think he was a madman.
"Alright, besides Porter, how many others will you invite tonight?" Jim agreed with Sam. More people would indeed make everything easier.
"Also, the village chief and that street thug, Bill. Soon, everyone in this village will be the children of the Abyss," Sam quickly calmed down. He knew that his faith often made him lose control, but this was not a bad thing. It had earned him the favor of the Abyss, granting him powers beyond those of ordinary people.
He knew these were called divine arts, the powers of the pastors. Now, he possessed them too, but because his faith was still weak, the power he wielded was limited, and he had not fully awakened. Therefore, he needed to show more sincerity to the will of the Abyss to increase his faith.
After being baptized by the Abyss, he was no longer the ignorant peasant he once was. He was now a devoted Abyssal Preacher.
"I really doubt your brain is working, Father. The village is just a starting point. Our goal is the nobles, the high and mighty. If we can bring Baron Harris into the Abyss's embrace, then the entire barony will be our territory," Jim's tone carried the defiance of youth.
"Yes, you're right. I am far inferior to you, my son," Sam said with a mix of regret and satisfaction.
"Let's go. We have a lot to do today. We can't linger here. We need to invite everyone by tonight. As for Porter, I'll visit him personally tonight. After all, he's our neighbor, isn't he?" Sam said, leading Jim to their next target.
As they walked across the land, countless chaotic and twisted shadows spread out, forming a grotesque and twisted demon that seemed to follow them like a shadow.
(End of Chapter)
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