Chapter 513: The Cult of Amon

Chapter 513: The Cult of Amon

"Amon."

"Amon."

"Amon..."

"Can you all stop it? This is not something to joke about."

In the office, Leonard rubbed his temples, feeling a headache as he watched a few team members making fun of the latest greeting method of the newly emerged Cult of Amon.

"Captain, we just find it strange. Why would such a simple greeting become the salutation for a new cult?"

"That's not our concern. Our job is to prevent people from believing in this so-called Cult of Amon and to stop its influence from spreading further."

Leonard, suppressing his discomfort, seriously assigned tasks to each team member and warned them again not to casually mention the word "Amon."

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

Amon had found him, just ten days ago. At that time, his team encountered a major incident, and he had to leave St. Samuel's Cathedral to handle it.

On the way, he met Amon.

He had no resistance and fell into Amon's hands. Fortunately, after searching his memories, Amon found no clues about the old man and had a friendly chat with him.

That simple conversation almost gave him Amon PTSD.

Back in the office handling official business, a new cult called the Cult of Amon emerged. It was obvious that this was the work of the madman Amon.

Sadly, he had to deal with the chaos caused by the Cult of Amon's followers.

Since hearing about the Cult of Amon, only about seven days had passed, but three extremely heinous incidents had already occurred.

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

One follower broke into the Harvest Church at night, pried open the donation box, took the money, and was caught by the priest on duty when leaving.

Another follower set fire to the Holy Wind Church in the middle of the night. Although the fire was quickly extinguished by the rain, it was still a significant insult.

The third follower, seemingly suffering from an incurable disease, prayed in the Holy Wind Church's prayer hall, then suddenly ran forward and smashed his head against the emblem of the Lord of Storms, killing himself.

These three followers were all ordinary people, either living in poverty or facing misfortune.

After believing in the Cult of Amon, they embraced the doctrine of freedom and indulgence, using it as an excuse to do things they wouldn't normally dare to do.

If it were up to Leonard, he would have only one solution for the Cult of Amon's followers: kill them all.

Unfortunately, in Backlund, using the law to kill people is quite difficult.

After all, the Kingdom of Ruen does not force people to believe in any particular church; faith is free.

"Captain, there's another case involving a follower of the Cult of Amon."

"Bring it here."

Leonard opened his eyes and took the case record handed over by a team member, his expression becoming strange.

This incident occurred at the local police station. A few nights ago, the local police arrested a follower of the Cult of Amon. After some criticism and education, they planned to detain him for two or three days to cool off before releasing him.

But when they were about to release him, they found that the follower had already converted four other inmates in the same cell to the Cult of Amon.

Among the inmates, two were devout followers of the Church of the Night and the Church of Storms.

After investigation, the local Night Watchers found that these converted inmates had not been influenced by any extraordinary factors; they genuinely believed in the Cult of Amon from the bottom of their hearts.

As a result, the local Night Watchers were at a loss. They didn't want to release these followers, so they sent someone to ask how to handle the situation.

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

Leonard wrote down his handling plan on the report.

...

fors and Xio's Residence

In the closed room, the thin door couldn't completely block out the loud voices.

"fors, you should come out of your den!"

"You've been staying in the house for a whole month. Except for that time Miss Audrey invited you for a meal, you haven't gone out. I even have to wash and hang your clothes."

"Your laziness has to stop! If this continues, you'll ruin yourself."

Xio's complaints reached fors's ears in the room. After a while, unable to bear the nagging, fors came out.

Facing Xio's imposing stance, fors calmly said, "I'm about to advance to Sequence 5 Traveler."

"??" Xio was stunned for a moment, incredulous. "How could you digest the Recorder potion so quickly?"

"You should know I joined a mysterious organization. With the help of one of its members, I've been traveling around, recording local customs and history."

"...Alright."

Xio, who was about to scold, suddenly lost her momentum.

fors patted Xio's shoulder and smiled, "I have the formula for Sequence 6 Judge. Do you want it?"

"Yes!" Xio grabbed fors's hands, her eyes shining.

"Then who will handle the household chores?"

"I will."

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

"I will."

"I've been traveling a lot lately. Who will give me a shoulder and leg massage?"

"fors! Don't push it!"

"Oh, then forget it."

"No, I'll do it!"

Xio felt she was being molded into fors's shape.

"Good girl."

fors hummed a cheerful tune and returned to her room. Recently, besides playing the role of Recorder, she often had brief conversations with Mr. Door in her dreams.

Each conversation, Mr. Door would tirelessly teach her extraordinary knowledge, which was within her capacity and wouldn't burden or affect her.

With this dual effort, her progress was rapid, but it also left her exhausted during the day, often sleeping at home.

...

"Master, I'm ready to sacrifice myself!"

"Please don't pity me!"

"My sacrifice is for the great Master!"

"It's something to be proud of!"

In the study, 008 wrote resolute words on blank paper.

"Heh, should I find a random quill for your new home?"

"No, Master!" 008 drew a crying face on the paper. "Please don't separate us. We're the perfect match!"

Listening to 008's antics, Hastur almost didn't want to trade it.

But the guest seemed to have arrived. Hmm, here they come.

Knock, knock.

The study door was knocked.

How polite... Hastur thought, glancing at the trembling 008. "Come in."

With a creak, the door opened, and a simple white-robed figure with a light golden beard covering the lower half of his face, clear baby-like eyes, and a cross pendant on his chest walked in.

Adam appeared in such a simple manner, without any dramatic buildup or grand epic scene.

In a modest study, both were free, and that was all.

"This should be our second meeting, Star Emissary." Adam paused deliberately, smiling gently. "Or should I call you Stars directly?"

"Probing words won't help you get the right answer." Hastur's face remained expressionless. "I prefer Mr. Hastur. If you want to continue this conversation, don't ignore the host's reminder."

Adam smiled, nodded, and bowed politely. "Good afternoon, Mr. Hastur."