Therefore, no one wanted the rain to continue.

Ordinary people feel bad about their already meager savings, while factory owners feel bad about the loss they will suffer from one more day of shutdown.

During the patrol tonight, Eros had heard more than once that ordinary people, with their trembling voices, devoutly prayed to the gods who looked down on the world.

In Eros's vision, the power of faith generated tonight was exceptionally pure and bright.

At five o'clock in the morning, Eros returned to the Special Operations Department office on time.

"Did Conan find anything last night?" Peter, who was taking off his raincoat in the office, asked casually when he saw Eros come in.

Eros shook his head and answered without hiding anything: "No, what about you?"

Peter and David also shook their heads. Seeing this, Peter sighed and said:

"If it weren't for Vivian's spiritual warning that something big was going to happen, I would have really thought that there were no cultists left in Haidaram now."

"Ever since the incident with the Mist Cult that night, Haidaram has been too quiet and too normal."

Eros thought for a moment, organized his words, and then chuckled:

"It's like... the calm before the storm."

After hearing Eros' words, Peter was stunned for a moment, then clapped his hands fiercely and said:

"Yes! That's the feeling."

"Ever since I knew something big was going to happen, I've always felt like the current normal is just the calm before the storm."

"If I catch those damn cultists, I'm going to shove my boots up their asses."

………………

[It’s the beginning of the month, QAQ, I, a humble Peach, want to ask for a gift, it doesn’t have to be too expensive, just a free gift that can generate electricity for love. ]

[That one is one cent, QAQ, balls. 】

[Now it really depends entirely on the income from gifts. 】

[Qiuqiu, crying...]