A few days later.

The slump caused by the Poseidon Stone trade has not completely subsided, and the once prosperous imperial capital is now deserted.

In this situation, many shops have chosen to close temporarily or even permanently. It's not easy to make a living in big cities... Maybe it's better to go back to your hometown and raise pigs.

But just then, a building in the DC district, after undergoing simple repairs, appeared before the public.

This area is a mixed bag, so this matter naturally couldn't escape the eyes of the general public.

"Isn't this property previously owned by the Ironwing family? It's been abandoned ever since the Duke of Gujian confiscated it twelve years ago... Who bought it?"

"I don't know, maybe it's some brat who made a fortune off the Poseidon Stone... What did they change it to? They're keeping the door closed in broad daylight, I wonder what they're selling."

"Here it is! Why is the sign so small and crooked... What is this? Holy Flame... Cat Cult?"

After struggling for a long time to find the sign, the group was completely bewildered.

The first person to realize what was happening sensed something was wrong: "Could this be some kind of... blasphemous activity?"

With the Vatican as their powerful authority, other informal gatherings are strictly controlled. If any signs of trouble arise, the priests and Templars of the Vatican will immediately mobilize, causing bloodshed wherever they go.

Such things are not common, but every time they happen, the commotion is immense, and it is considered a serious crime, comparable to treason.

For the people of the Hualan Empire, the most memorable incident was five years ago, when some nobles used a similar pretext to launch a large-scale impart, causing quite a stir and spreading like wildfire throughout the main city... The final result, of course, was killing, killing, killing, involving many high-ranking officials and nobles.

Those reports and paintings that have been passed down are still popular reading material for many people today.

These words immediately alerted everyone else.

Some people were about to push the door open to take a look, but they instantly jumped back as if they had been electrocuted. "Holy crap, that was close! If that's really the case, then we dare not move!"

"Let's get out of here quickly. Who knows what's going on inside? Let's not get involved..."

"Exactly! Don't let my blood splatter on me when I die!"

"Should we notify the Vatican? There might even be a reward..."

"……Wait a moment!"

Just as everyone was chattering away, someone suddenly spoke up, breaking the noise, "Look!"

"What's wrong?"

Everyone gathered around curiously.

The man then held up another inconspicuous notice board with a line of large characters neatly written on it.

All visitors can receive a dozen eggs.

"Wow!"

The crowd gasped in surprise again, their eyes lighting up.

Hmm, now I have a reason to go in and take a look.

...

The allure of eggs is boundless; the general public, who were hesitant just a moment ago, mustered the courage to push open the heavy door the next second.

The interior furnishings felt familiar: intricately carved stained glass, dim candlelight, rows of benches... much like what people see when they go to the Vatican's churches for worship and prayer.

Wow, he really is a shoe cult leader!

Even the atmosphere was equally solemn and dignified... Oh, no, that's not the case.

After a brief moment of surprise, everyone discovered that two people were fighting on the platform.

"I won't wear it! Don't think I don't know what you're up to!"

The white-haired girl, who looked to be only ten years old, was struggling against the man's outstretched clutches. "You just want to take this opportunity to satisfy your perverse pleasures!"

"What kind of twisted sense of humor is this? This is a very serious matter, okay?"

The man wearing gold-rimmed glasses said with a serious expression, "We are the Holy Fire Cat Cult. How can you, a saintess, not even have cat ears?"

"And you've gotten so bold, you're not listening to your father anymore, are you?"

"I don't care, where did you come from, you unrelated father?"

Xia Ke'an flatly refused, clearly having given up after her identity was exposed, "No, no, then no!"

...

Everyone was bewildered by what they saw. "It's so numb, what did I just see?"

And you still say you're not impart? What are you doing?

Anyway, this interaction just doesn't look normal at all... But there are some normal people out there. There's a girl in an embroidered robe standing to the side with her arms crossed, watching all this with a mix of helplessness and amusement.

Master, you're hopeless... Of course, Junior Sister isn't much better off.

Before, when he didn't know, he just thought it was the innocent childlike fun of a white-haired loli. Now that he knows she is actually the oldest in the group, the silly apprentice has finally seen what everyone meant by "pretending to be young".

Are you two even ten years old combined? That's so childish...

Pan Ling subconsciously rubbed her forehead, and for once again felt that she might have chosen the wrong master.

"Excuse me, may I ask..."

Just then, the citizen who had led the way in cautiously asked, "Are there eggs we can get?"

If not, we'll be leaving. You guys are having so much fun, we won't bother you any longer...

"ah!"

Pan Ling came to her senses and involuntarily exclaimed in surprise.

But she quickly regained her composure, put on a smile, and stepped down from the platform.

"Yes, our sect is newly established, and almsgiving is one of our doctrines."

She cleared her throat and pointed to a table piled high with baskets. "Everyone gets one, no need to rush."

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