Chapter 20 Conspiracy The relief center was built in Rabbit Claw Lane, which is the dividing line within the town of Excel. Most of the buildings on the east side are townhouses newly built within the past hundred years. They are spacious and beautiful, and are the homes of immigrants after the plague disaster. On the west side is the old town of Excel, which has now become a slum where homeless widows and children, bankrupt families who have gone bankrupt for various reasons, and gangsters running gray industries all gather. The relief center was converted from the old town hall of Excel Town. It is said that wealthy gentlemen living in the east donated money to it. In the study on the top floor of the relief center, Dorothy pulled the two persons in charge, Marcus and Brundt Lang, aside and explained the matter to them concerning Liu Yonglu. Marcus looked to be in his fifties, with a meticulous and strict expression. He liked to sit and talk with others because it could hide the injury on his left leg, which was a result of a carriage accident more than ten years ago and left him with complete loss of sensation in one leg. But today he had to stand up because the person talking to him was Ms. Dorothy, a high-ranking figure in the cult. The content of the conversation was... asking him to give up Xiaoji's position and become the young man's deputy from today! Marcus glanced viciously at Liu Yonglu who was sitting on the chair. This sloppy guy was sitting with his legs crossed and eating snacks with the Son of Devil next to him. Seeing that I was looking at him, that guy gave me a strange smile in return. God knows how much time and money I have spent to climb to my current position, but just because of a word from Mr. Lewis, I am about to become a deputy.
In the church, the rank of the position is not only a nominal title, but also related to the order of attending the mass. Marcus secretly touched his numb left leg. It seems that the day for him to recover will be pushed back a little bit. Compared to Marcus, Brundtrang's emotions appear to be much more stable. As far as Marcus was concerned, this guy had joined the Order to cure his son of polio, and as long as the Order existed, he would have plenty of time to wait for his turn at Mass. "That's basically the situation. If you have any objections to Mr. Lewis's arrangement, I can show you One-Eyed Mike's letter and keepsake." Dorothy gave a charming smile. "No, we completely trust Mr. Lewis' instructions. He is the Father's representative on earth and the living prophet of the Distant Eye. We will assist Mr. Bean well." Although Marcus was dissatisfied in his heart, he did not dare to resist. "Mr. Dou, please come here too. You will be required to preside over mass activities at the relief center in the future. The sect has three secret chapels in Excel Town, and this is one of them. Of course, I believe Brundtrang will handle the secular work in the shelter in an orderly manner, so you don’t need to worry about it.” Brundtrang was a fat man with a brown curly beard. At this moment, he bowed slightly and saluted humbly towards Liu Yonglu. "Well, we're all colleagues from now on, so don't be so polite." "Haha." Marcus laughed dryly twice, and the gloom in his eyes became even darker. "Mr. Dou, I'm leaving first. This is the secret phone number in the wax museum. You can call me if you have anything to report in the future." Dorothy handed over a card, pulled up her skirt and prepared to leave. "Wait a minute, sister, don't go, there is one more thing." "Mr. Bean, please speak." "From today on, I have joined the organization, right? Then how do I rank my generation?" "How are generations arranged?" Dorothy showed a puzzled look on her face. "Generation... it's the name within the organization. You have to use the name of the group you joined. You can't mess it up.
For example, we have people with the characters for Shou, Bao, and Wenzi in our family. When you meet an elder, you have to be polite. " Dorothy lowered her head and pondered for a minute, trying to understand what Liu Yonglu meant. After a while, she slowly spoke: "The god you believed in in the past may have such rules, but our sect does not." "Will it be okay without it? Will it not be a mess? Although I am here to teach you about art, you still have to distinguish between the seniority and the juniority, right? Big brother, what is your full name?" Liu Yonglu turned and asked Marcus. "Marcus . Albert." "Brother, how about you?" Liu Yonglu asked Brundtrang again. "Brent Lang, . Hinton." "Hey, there is still a generation difference, right? You two are both from the JR generation! That's all. From now on, I will change my name to . You play with me!" Marcus, Brent Lang, Dorothy: ??? Liu Yonglu didn’t know the naming rules of this world. Just like in modern Western countries, adding JR in the middle of the name is actually the abbreviation of junior, which means small. The JR in the middle of Marcus' name represents that his father is also called Marcus. translated into words that Liu Yonglu can understand means Marcus Jr. The two people in front of him are also very close, and they happened to inherit their fathers' names, so in Liu Yonglu's eyes, JR is their seniority in the organization! After he said this, the three people in the cult were also confused. Which god did Mr. Dou worship? Why did he change the name just because of a disagreement? "Well, Mr. Bean, if you like, then change it this way." It was Dorothy who reacted first and broke the awkwardness. She coughed lightly and turned away. Liu Yonglu, on the other hand, was smiling and rubbing shoulders with them. He felt that he had become closer to the two people in front of him, and was led by them to visit the relief center. The relief center itself was converted from the city hall, with a large area and three floors. The first floor was a canteen and a warehouse for storing supplies. There are more than a dozen guest rooms and a hospital on the second floor. According to Marcus, many poor people with poor health are eligible to apply for hospitalization on the second floor, but Liu Yonglu carefully discovered that the dozen or so guest rooms were all equipped with sturdy door locks. The third floor is the office area of the relief center, and only people within the sect can go up there. Although the relief center also recruited some employees, these people knew nothing about the sect's affairs and were only responsible for simple tasks such as cleaning the kitchen. "This is the way to the underground chapel, but I can't take you in now. It will only be open on the new moon day." Behind a bookshelf in a living room on the third floor, a secret door appeared in front of Liu Yonglu. The secret door was blue-gray in color and had a pattern of a one-eyed giant crab on it. "Wow, it's quite hidden. The underground passage is on the third floor. How can we go down after opening this door? Should we use the slide?" Liu Yonglu carefully stroked the pattern on the door. He had an impression of this twisted one-eyed crab. He had seen it under a carriage on a rainy night and in a dead bone shoal. "Mr. Lewis installed a mechanical elevator." Marcus replied, suppressing his anger. "Oh, then let's stop here for today. Didn't you say there's no ceremony today? If there's no ceremony, I won't make trouble here. You guys do your thing, I'll come back tomorrow." "Mr. Bean, please help yourself." Liu Yonglu hummed the lyrics of Taiping and left the shelter. The study on the third floor returned to peace. Brundtrang brewed a pot of coffee and handed it to Marcus. "Mr. Marcus, what do you think of this new little priest?" "What do you think? I deceived Mr. Lewis and One-Eyed Mike with my sweet talk. Well, it should be my turn to receive the Mass at the next Mass. I didn't expect that such a guy would show up at the critical moment."
Marcus grumbled and took a sip of coffee. "I don't see anything special about him, except that he brought a demon child with him." "If that little boy wasn't here, I would really like to test his quality." Marcus's fierce and crazy eyes fell into Brundtrang's eyes. He pretended to hesitate and continued: "In fact, we should give him a try. The ordination is a small matter, but if it affects the mass of the order, it will be troublesome. After all, the minor priest is qualified to participate in the ceremony." "Brent Lang, are you also very dissatisfied with this . Nival?" "Of course not. I just have doubts about his background. Of course, I also feel a little unfair for you, Xiaoji." Brundtrang lowered his head, but there was hatred in his eyes. He was by no means as selfless as he claimed. On the contrary, he hated Liu Yonglu. His purpose of joining the sect was, as Marcus guessed, to cure his son's illness, but his situation was somewhat different from that of other believers. Most of the believers in the sect are wealthy nobles in the town. Take Marcus for example, he has the hereditary status of viscount and an estate of hundreds of acres. Money is not a problem for him at all. Although Brundtrang was a factory owner with some assets before he converted to Christianity, he could not resist the turmoil. The sect collected "donations" from its members every quarter. Over the course of several years, Brundtrang was on the verge of bankruptcy. Originally, he had calculated that Marcus would be promoted to a senior position after receiving ordination this month, and he would be able to inherit the position of minor priest. Then, he would be able to preside over the mass and treat his son's illness in no time. But if Liu Yonglu suddenly got involved, he might go bankrupt before he could even take his son to receive the gift. So he wanted to use Marcus to get rid of Liu Yonglu. This was a good rumor. Marcus had always disliked Liu Yonglu, and after hearing what he said, he became more confident. He hesitated for a moment and said: "So what do you think we should do? That guy has a demon child with him. You've heard about that kid, right? Are you sure you can just attack him?" “Who said we have to do it ourselves? The main reason this guy can be a small festival is that he has gained the trust of Mr. Lewis. If Lord Lewis thinks there's something wrong with him... so what?" "Investigate his identity? What a joke, we are not damn investigators." Marcus shook his head. "Investigator, didn't you think of that too? We don't need to investigate his identity, as long as we prove that he is an investigator who has infiltrated our order and attempted to blaspheme God, guess how Lord Lewis will deal with him." After saying this, old Marcus' eyes lit up. Yes, it doesn't matter whether he is an investigator or not. What matters is what Lord Lewis thinks! "It seems... you already have an idea?" Even though there was no one in the study, Brundtrang still carefully leaned over to Marcus's ear and began to plot. Marcus nodded as he listened, and finally revealed a cruel smile. "Very good, let's wait a few more days. It would be best if he is dealt with by the Devil's Son in the next few days. If he can really survive until next week, we will do as you say." Come and take a look. Today is also a day when we look forward to having young and old people reading and supporting us. (End of this chapter)