Is the Evil God Me?

When it comes to faith, we have to mention the church.

The numerous churches in this world are in a state of coexistence, that is, they all recognize the existence of each other's doctrines, and the righteous God just exists there. How to interpret it is a headache for the people below. Since ancient times, even the most extreme believers have been afraid to call out monotheism.

Even at the end of the Shuojin era, many churches were torn apart the most, and even when mortals were ascending, there was no righteous **** who gave an oracle, saying that whoever is the evil **** should be cut to pieces.

Lynn didn't know if it was a good thing to evaluate.

In his opinion, the beliefs of the entire continent are neither extreme monotheism nor scattered polytheism, but a situation of compromise after the collision of gods and gods, and this is one of the foundations for the establishment of the [Suppression Bureau].

To tell a stakeholder joke, maybe there are no cultists in the world, or maybe everyone is a cultist.

Officials who believe in righteous gods and not extreme will naturally not care about them. If there is no righteous **** in a certain belief, it is very likely that the official will stamp a big seal with the two characters of evil name engraved on it. Lynn remembered clearly the consequences of a person being given a bad name, so when he knew about the existence of a small church of unknown faith in Squirrel Street, he would find it troublesome.

Although the gentlemen of Elba Field like to blackmail the poor and wish to squeeze some more oil out of these poor people who have difficulty earning food and clothing, it does not mean that they are all sycophants and scumbags. On the contrary, for the sake of and cunning. The poor ghosts fight their wits and extort more tricks. They are not only smart and courageous, but also very big!

The speed with which they dispatched the police speaks for the extraordinary events that Lynn has encountered.

Seriously terrified...

Lynn's pace of leaving Squirrel Street couldn't help speeding up a lot. On the way, he made up his mind to completely forget about the shoe-shining child labor, and control his overactive brain that likes to think. Stop making dark guesses. Sometimes if you want to live a better life, you have to be confused.

The most indispensable thing on the streets of the commercial district of [Steam Capital] is probably the whistle device.

People hooked the whistle to the timing device in the store, and every hour there was an untidy whistle screeching from the roofs on both sides of the street. This is also a unique scenery in Stim City. Apart from being a little disturbing, it is quite interesting. Many coachmen on the roadside rely on these whistles to judge the time.

It is said that the sound of the whistle is very good in regulating people's habit of riding on time. Lynn agrees with this statement.

Before the whistle sounded at 12:00 noon, Lynn finally arrived at the [Lamp Master] branch on his own legs, which was as chilling as the expensive house prices in [Steam Capital]. Obviously not The weight Lynn can handle now.

That 1 sole is a symbol of good luck, and Lynn won't spend it if it's not necessary.

"Okay, I didn't miss the time." Lynn cheered for himself.

On the arch of the door, I saw the burning furnace sign, the grand steps and the red lacquer door. Pushing the door, Bishop, an old gentleman with a beard, was sitting on the side reading a newspaper, and turned his head when he heard the door open. Came to take a look.

"Aha, is the little gentleman here again?"

The gatekeeper's eyes were somewhat clear. He had been sitting here watching the gate for a long time. Of course, he understood why Lynn came here again. It was nothing more than the aftermath. The [Suppression Bureau] will not take the initiative to spread the extraordinary related, and does not want others to take the initiative to spread these things.

"Well, Mr. Bill wrote me a letter this morning, and I don't want to miss the time."

Lynn subconsciously glanced at the clothes hanging column in the hall, but didn't see the half-length cloak, but the top hat of a certain squinting gentleman was hanging on it.

"This is his letter to me."

As soon as Lynn took out the folded note, Bishop waved his hands again and again.

"No, no, no, little gentlemen can come in, so you just need to register the visit record." Bishop didn't know why, but seemed to be a little too polite to Lynn.

He took out a booklet and a pen from one side and handed it to Lynn.

It was the first time that Lynn heard about visitor registration in this era. He remembered that he was taken by his father to the city government charity dinner and only read invitations. However, considering the danger of the work of the [Suppression Bureau], it is understandable that there are such registration measures. Lynn subconsciously glanced at the personnel on the registration booklet. There are less than ten of him on this page, and the previous one is the same one. Countess.

Emister Russell.

Thinking of the mature, juicy and charming countess, Lynn couldn't help but smack her lips. Such a charming and charming mature woman, she snorted with a look in her eyes, and I don't know how many men have their bones brittle in an instant. . Signed her name under the countess's name, Lynn Moritia, Lynn joked that their names really matched, and returned the booklet to Bishop.

"Mr. Bill's office is on the second floor. There is a name on the door plate. You can go to him directly, little sir."

Taking the brochure, Bishop picked up today's Stim Daily again.

"Thank you, is there any news today?" Lynn started his smile investment.

"The gentlemen of Elba Field have hit hard, and the crime rate in Stim has dropped by 5 percentage points. The medical association is preparing to hold a peace conference, and the city government is trying to introduce a new poor law... In addition, Thomas, a big businessman, said in an interview that if the union If you can dictate the wages of the company, the business of all factories will not be able to proceed normally in the future.”

"That sounds really bad, Mr. Thomas must order his workers to refuse to join the hateful union." Lynn smiled yin and yang, and his eyes stayed on the majestic mechanical giant on the brass pillar. on the clock.

The time is now, 11:24.

Bishop was very useful to Lynn's polite and cultured smile. The old gentleman's first impression of Lynn was not only very good, but also obviously mixed with some other things. Lynn was vaguely aware of this, no It's just because of his popularity.

Bill Williams.

It was from the engraving on this bronze door plate that Lynn knew Mr. Squint's surname for the first time. Most of the names on the door plates on the second floor were the same as the gilt lettering on the door arch. They were extremely beautiful and flashing colors. Looking at it, you can feel the smell of molten gold and wrought iron.

Tuk Tuk Tuk.

A polite and gentle knock on the door rang. Lynn waited for less than ten seconds for the door to open. Bill's shrewd smiling face greeted him with a bit of ridicule, his hands still wearing gloves. , as if it was never taken off.

"You're on time."

"Don't let others wait for a long time is the embodiment of upbringing." Lynn didn't change his face, even if Bill came to tease him on time, it wouldn't stop him from coming to eat today.

"I really should show those guys how punctual you are. Many times I wish I could put a clock whistle in their head." Bill's words revealed a strong resentment, putting an alarm clock in his head is not like a joke . As he invited Lynn into his office, he continued. "Come on, let's have a good talk."

"Talk about it, are you satisfied with this contract?"

Bill drew out a contract from the desk. It was light and did not weigh much, but Lynn, who reached out to take it, felt heavy.