Several people gasped in surprise, and some even kicked over the benches they were standing on.
The old man raised his eyebrows, seemingly satisfied with the crowd's reaction: "I hereby declare that, as an alien, he is now officially a member of our family."
Master Myris beckoned to the boy and gestured for Todd to follow him into the crowd below.
The old man, palm up, drew a semi-circle with his hand towards the men and women in front of him, finally pointing to himself and saying to Todd, “Child, as you can see, we are all heretics. What are heretics? Unlike ordinary people, we possess abilities that most people don’t have. This is a blessing and grace bestowed upon us by God, but some in the world are afraid because of ignorance, and this fear breeds hatred, calling us ‘the posthumous children of the devil,’ wanting to eliminate us at all costs. Therefore, heretics can only protect themselves by forming families and concealing their abilities… Come before me, and I will introduce you to your family members…”
The two stopped in front of a middle-aged couple who were bowing. Master Myris said, "These are the Ragrens. They run a bakery in town and are also responsible for the monastery's trade and food supply."
Looking at the kind-faced, short, plump, middle-aged couple in front of him, Todd bowed in greeting, just like them. Unexpectedly, Mrs. Raglan, taking advantage of his inattention, grabbed the boy's cheek and curiously examined his teeth.
"They say that if someone touches the relics, even their bones will turn to gold..."
Hearing his wife's nonsensical ramblings, Mr. Raglan quickly slapped her hand away and hurriedly apologized to the boy.
Master Myris rolled his eyes and led his followers to a tall, thin man with a憨笑 (a kind of simple, honest smile) and an innocent-looking appearance.
As the other person stood up from their seat, Todd looked up, his mouth agape in astonishment.
In his memory, Huggins was already quite tall, but compared to this tall, thin man who looked like a bamboo pole, he was a veritable dwarf.
My goodness, 1.8 meters? No, that's probably close to 2 meters.
"This is Jerry. He just turned eighteen the day before yesterday. He's a devout and kind-hearted boy."
Todd was surprised again upon hearing the old man's explanation.
If she can grow up to this size at eighteen, what will she be like in a few more years?!
Moreover, just listen to the name, Little Jerry... it always reminds people of the all-powerful little mouse in "Tom and Jerry," the contrast is just too great.
“That’s Edgar…”
Todd looked as instructed and saw a thin boy standing alone in the corner of the lobby. His cold gaze made people feel somewhat uncomfortable.
“He is our messenger and our liaison.” Master Myris glanced around the hall and asked, “Where are Marcos and ‘Black Sheep’?”
Lady Raglan moved closer to Todd, who dodged her outstretched, plump hand. The woman replied respectfully, "Marcus has gone to Watchtower in the east. There's still no news of him."
Edgar coldly uttered, "'Black Sheep' has gone to perform in the next city with the circus. Before she left, she said she felt more comfortable there than in the boring life at the convent." With that, he turned and disappeared down the corridor.
Hearing the old man's melancholy sigh beside him, Todd suddenly realized that the brainwashing work of the pyramid scheme he had joined was exceptionally poor...
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