Chapter 66 Poseidon Cult
Mrs. Isaac's words carried weight, and the atmosphere of the tea party had reached this point, so those who talked about helping the weak every day had no reason to refute.
But the specific amount of money to pay is a bit of a headache for everyone.
Fortunately, Mrs. Isaac was well prepared and gave everyone present a piece of paper to write on, indicating that the donation was anonymous and did not count the amount. Many women immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
The document will be written here first, and the donated money will be paid by Mrs. Isaac. Then others can give the agreed money to Mrs. Isaac.
Before the tea party ended, Chris pulled Margaret's clothes, pursed his lips, lowered his head and said nothing.
But what he expressed was known by the experienced adults.
Soon a servant came and led Chris to the bathroom.
Out of sight of everyone, Chris saw a portrait of a mermaid when he passed by the wall. His hands were as flexible as a skilled magician. He easily took out the paper with the "Mystic Ear" mark and hid it behind the painting.
While he was in the bathroom, the servant outside joked:
"Maybe there is a god in the world who controls bathrooms."
When Chris returned, he heard Mrs. Isaac clapping her hands. She sat on the main seat and said calmly and solemnly:
"Well, ladies, let's end today's tea party here."
Mrs. Isaac looked specifically at Margaret and Chris again.
"You guys stay here. I need to communicate with your Fisher family about donating the money to Ms. Irene's orphanage."
Chris didn't want to stay with Margaret at all, but her reasons were very convincing.
So after everyone else left, only Margaret and Chris stayed, and Mrs. Isaac personally handed over a donation of thirty gold coins in the form of banknotes to Margaret.
Mrs. Isaac stretched out her slightly aged hand and said very solemnly:
"Margaret, please give this money to Ms. Irene. Helping children is what Ms. Moon wants. We can't just sit here and talk without doing anything."
Margaret was very touched and said, "Thank you so much. I really didn't expect you to be so generous. Those orphans will definitely be touched."
Hey, Chris who was standing next to him suddenly thought of something very important.
Since the information is anonymous and the figures are not made public, only Mrs. Isaac herself knows how much money Mrs. Isaac gave to the Fisher family orphanage and how much money everyone donated.
Due to various psychological reasons, I'm afraid everyone will not reconcile each account one by one in private afterwards.
"I heard you say at the last tea party that you were pregnant, Margaret."
Mrs. Isaac picked up a cup of tea, turned her back, and suddenly asked a question about Margaret herself.
"Well, yes, I hope to have a girl. Darren is too lonely. It would be nice for him to have a sister."
Mrs. Isaac nodded and continued:
"Margaret, the number of offspring that each extraordinary person can produce in his lifetime is limited. Each of your children will be the future and hope of the Fisher family."
Although the specific reasons are unknown, extraordinary people do have very low fertility, and there is a limit to the number of offspring they can give birth to in their lifetime. Even the people themselves can vaguely sense this and know whether they have reached the limit.
According to the major orthodox churches, that is a restriction imposed by the gods.
The extraordinary beings in the Second Era were able to reproduce continuously and have endless offspring, so they did not need the existence of ordinary people at all, which eventually caused a "heaven-shattering disaster" and led to the complete destruction of the Second Era.
It is now the fourth era. The first three eras and all living beings before them have come to an end due to various "calamities". Only the supreme gods have continued to stand in the world.
"Actually, I haven't thought about things that far ahead. I just hope that my child won't regret being born."
Margaret smiled happily, gently stroked her belly, and lowered her head slightly.
She didn't feel at all that Darren and the new baby had anything to carry.
They don't need to become the future nor do they need to carry hope. All they need is to live a happy, healthy and peaceful life.
Mrs. Isaac was silent for a long time, as if she was thinking about something that needed to be thought about, and then she said calmly:
"I have a potion that I got from a priest of the Silver Moon Church that can help your child grow up more smoothly, Margaret."
After she finished speaking, she left for a short while, then took a bottle of dark blue potion and handed it to Margaret.
"Drink it, it will be good for the child, he, oh, she will have the blessing of the Moon Lady."
Margaret smiled, but did not drink it directly. Instead, she said, "Thank you, I will drink it when I get home."
Mrs. Isaac was silent for a while, then nodded, but she did not refuse or force.
Margaret and Byrne had an agreement that they should never participate in any rituals at the tea party, not pray to any mysterious beings, not drink any potions or specially colored drinks, and not stay alone.
She asked Byrne curiously at the time.
"Why do you know so much about this? Besides, Ms. Moon shouldn't have any problems."
Byrne was silent for a long time, then said that he had read a lot of books on religion and mysticism, so he might be a little neurotic in this regard.
The two then left Mrs. Isaac's house, and the latter walked Margaret and Chris all the way out of the house before returning home in silence.
Irene in the carriage waited calmly, looking outside.
There was white fog outside, and the whole world seemed to be shrouded in some huge mystery. The quiet and peacefulness of the town seemed likely to be broken in an instant.
"Why did you come back to see me? I really thought I would never see you again."
Suddenly, Mrs. Isaac's slightly annoyed voice entered Irene's ears.
Well, who is she talking to?
Irene realized that what she could monitor today would probably be completely different from before.
“I really don’t want to see you. The Isaac Family now has a new position. If it weren’t for your arrival, everything would be peaceful!”
"Have you said enough, my sister?"
Suddenly, a completely different male voice appeared in her ears.
The two words just now refer specifically to the younger sister, but Irene knows one thing very well, that is, Mrs. Isaac has only one younger brother and never any older brothers.
Or maybe, no one knew that she had a brother.
"Sister, no member of the Isaac family can escape this fate. Our great-grandfather chose this path, so we, as his descendants, must continue on this path."
"When you were young, you were a loyal member of the Poseidon Cult. You killed people from the Storm Church yourself. Your hands are already stained with blood. It is ridiculous for you to want to get rid of everything now!"
"Okay, did you give her the potion? Did you watch her drink it?"
Irene heard Mrs. Isaac's tired and helpless voice.
"Well, I gave it to her, but she refused to drink it on the spot."
"What? Why don't you force her? If the elements of the ritual are missing and the mission cannot be completed, the priest will definitely not forgive the Isaac family!"
"You'd better think about it carefully and check the matter of the potion! Don't think you can get away with it!"
Her brother was obviously not very satisfied, and even a little frustrated. Then there was a heavy slam of the door and a long sigh.
Poseidon Cult.
Of course Irene knew that name; it was the number one enemy of the Storm Church on the East Coast.
Their organization is much more cohesive and powerful than the original jungle natives, with a very long history and profound heritage. The primary task of the Storm Bishop of the East Coast region is to completely eradicate this group of people.
The men set their sights on the port town of Nasir.
(End of this chapter)
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