The darkness and distortion hidden beneath the surface of civilized society, the eerie whispers that only rise in the dead of night!
The day the sea fog rolled in, the world turned into a lon...
"For these mid- and low-sequence warlocks, there are only two explanations. One is that the master is the offspring of the god they believe in, or the master is someone who has been granted blood by the god they believe in."
"Whichever of these two explanations is true, he can be called the Son of God."
Eros suddenly realized: "You mean, Raynay thinks I'm the offspring of the tentacle brother?"
As he spoke, he helped Cynthia turn over so that she was facing him instead of facing him.
"It should be!" Cynthia replied.
"But what does this have to do with you asking her to call me master?" Eros became more and more confused.
Cynthia glanced at her lower abdomen and continued to explain:
"After the death of their ancestor, the mermaids felt that they were no longer favored by the One in the Deep Sea."
"Although I still believe in him now, I don't have the same devotion and fanaticism as I did in the beginning."
"I asked her to call me master because I wanted to take advantage of her misunderstanding of the master's identity and tell her that the one in the deep sea has not given up on the mermaids and is still watching them. He even sent his offspring to help them."
"This will rekindle her faith in the one in the deep sea. When the mermaid returns to her tribe, she will definitely spread the news."
"Tell your people that they are still being watched by the god they believe in."
"Once their faith in the One in the Deep Sea becomes devout and fanatical again, then you, as the Son of God in their eyes, will be able to easily subdue this tribe."