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"It's different than I thought. Are these people here just a 'like club'?"

Jenkins nodded, reached out his hand and tapped his temple to open the [Eye of Truth]. This action startled the five people and made them take a step back in silent agreement.

"I need to confirm your spiritual emblem first."

"Okay."

Mr. Hood nodded. In Jenkins' vision, five points of light, one white, two red, and two yellow, floated in front of him. In the next moment, the red dot of light in the middle suddenly became brighter and a red bird with outstretched wings appeared in front of Mr. Hood. This was just an illusion, and the pattern was only the size of the palm of your hand.

The other four people also stepped forward, just like Mr. Hood, and the dot of light in the middle in front of each person lit up. Then red clouds, yellow five-hole piccolos, yellow regular hexagons, and green arm patterns appeared in the air.

"Okay," Jenkins said, looking at his dot of light. The problem was very serious. The spot that could be called the "center" was occupied by green and purple at the same time.

"Could it be that I have devoured the soul fragments of the original owner of the body?" He remembered the "soul features" that Barnard had mentioned, and it seemed that his guess must be correct. After a moment's thought, he decided to try the purple dot of light. The reason for this was that Barnard knew he had the green ability, and he did not want to reveal his identity. He looked at the point of light and imagined an invisible substance flowing into his body. A stream of cold air gently appeared and flowed directly into the point of light in front of him. A purple pentagram flickered in the air and finally froze.

"Purple?" A shrill female voice said in confusion, "White foundation, red battle, yellow divine magic, golden magic, what kind of ability is purple?"

"You are not supposed to invade other people's privacy!" admonished the hooded man next to her, and the woman immediately nodded.

"There's no such notation on the wanted list."

"I have never heard of the purple ability."

"Not a wanted criminal near Nolan City.."

"There are no bad people with a pentagram mark."

Several people turned at once to look at the people who had said the last sentence. She was the sharp female voice from earlier.

"Your words expose the fact that you believe in women [mysteries and rituals]," reminded Mr. Hood.

Mrs. [Mysteries and Rituals] Jenkins had never heard of her, but he believed it must be a false god. In this world, only the gods that correspond to the twelve months of the year can be called true gods, and the rest are false gods.

But as a reminder, the attitude of the Church of the True God towards false gods is ambiguous. It will not exclude, arrest or harm believers in false gods; it will not openly oppose belief in false gods, but it will never declare that it has anything to do with them. It will not allow false gods to spread their religion publicly, and it will not allow them to build their own churches...

In other words, as long as the believers of false gods do not perform evil religious rituals, do not spread teachings that contradict the mainstream thinking of society, do not engage in subversive activities, and develop honestly in private, the True Gods Sect will treat them completely like air. What's even stranger is that even the followers of the false god themselves call the god they believe in a "false god"... The water in this world seems to be quite deep.

"Has not my belief in the woman already been debunked? But that's not enough for you to know who I am."

"But this is a stranger..."

The five people looked at Jenkins again.

"Can I be trusted?" Jenkins asked.

"Yes, but only temporarily. If you behave unusually, we will report you to the Church of the True God immediately."

It was you who held a secret gathering, but you threatened to call the police...

Everyone took back their signs and reassembled. Mr. Hood introduced Jenkins: "Again, our meeting is not illegal; it's just to protect our secrets. There are many such gatherings in Nolan City! Even if you contact the government to inform the police or the church, it will not do any good! We only meet to exchange information or do small business, which is not against the law and morality."

With this sentence, he emphasized his legitimacy several times, but in such a deep night, in such a remote place, five people gathered, hiding their identities, and this was not a crime?

"I see, you do not have to explain anything. Believers in false God are not accepted by mainstream society. We are just quietly resisting authority," Jenkins interrupted Mr. Hood.

"Yes, silent resistance to authority. I like your description. Now please give yourselves a name so we can address each other." He pointed to the other four people. "I am Mr. Hood, the one with the shrill voice is Mr. Magic, Mr. Black Cat to your right, Mr. Birch between us, and Mr. White Spirit. By the way, the one who got away is Mr. Dagger. Damn, I should have known that people with names like that are not good people!"

Apparently, two of them have female voices, but they are all called Mr. (Mr.).

"Mr. Candle," said Jenkins, only because he was holding a candle.

"Very well, Mr. Candle, welcome to your arrival. You have temporarily gained our trust. Let us get this gather started then."

Jenkins remained silent, for he wanted to see what this "legal" secret gather was doing. Everyone stepped on the trash and moved into the shadows of the moonlight so as not to be discovered by the ability [Night and Secret] through the moonlight.

"According to the rules, everyone should reveal a certain piece of information. I will begin. The Church of Death and Corruption has sacrificed a level 4 superpowers in the Fifth Nolan Public Hospital. If you have nothing to do, you should not be there lately." No one asked why that was. Jenkins wrote down "Level 4," and the next vocal mage said, "There's a big problem on a small island off the coast of Nolan City. It is suspected that the [Strange Thing] has gotten out of control. At least three combat teams from the Church of the [Storm Master] have set out."

"Is the information correct?" Mr. Bailing, who spoke in a female voice, asked at that moment.

"Is not it the rule here that you can only say things that are one hundred percent certain?" Mr. Bailing nodded his hooded head slightly and then said, "Tomorrow at midnight, a shipment of antiques smuggled across the sea will arrive in Nolan. I do not know the exact landing spot, but there are both [Strange Things] and [superpower]. If you have enough connections and are brave enough, you should be able to find some good things on the black market lately."

"[superpower]?"