Chapter 321 Mother God Church
Mira hid in her shack, and looked cautiously at the cultists passing by outside through the gap in the door.
They are believers of the Mother Goddess. It is said that it is a terrible cult and once you join, you will sacrifice your life. Mira's mother has repeatedly warned her to stay away from these terrible people.
Mira was a very obedient child and she closed the door tightly.
But suddenly someone among the cultists stopped and turned to look over.
It was a hooded figure, completely shrouded in shadows, as all cultists dressed.
He saw Mira's furtive eyes.
Mira quickly lowered her head, curled up her thin body and hid behind the door.
The cultist came over and stood in front of the door.
"Mira, is your mother's illness getting better?"
Mira covered her ears tightly and said nothing.
"Here is some grain. You can use it to make some porridge. Don't let her go out to work anymore. Let her rest for a while and she will get better. If you are sick, drink more water. Remember to boil the water before drinking it."
He talked on and on for a long time, and when he saw no response from the room, he turned and left.
After a long time, Mira carefully raised her head and looked out through the crack in the door again.
The somewhat familiar figure was no longer there, and there was a somewhat worn pocket lying on the ground.
Mira hesitated for a moment, looked around, opened the door a crack, and then quickly pulled her pocket in.
She quickly closed the door, then turned around, sat on the ground with her back against the door, and looked down at her pocket.
In her pocket was a small bag of grains, light but enough for her and her mother to live a few more days.
There was a coughing sound in the room.
"Hey, Mira, is anyone here?"
Mira looked at the pocket in her hand, then looked up at her mother inside.
"It's Uncle Philip from next door. He brought some food."
No words came from the room, only a violent cough.
"Mira, I brought you a can of goat milk this time. Heat it up and share it with your mother. She has been feeling better recently, right?"
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Mira opened the door, and several greedy eyes fell on the jars and pockets in front of her door, ready to take action.
A cold snort was heard from outside the house, and those eyes dispersed.
Mira hid most of her body behind the door. She glanced at the hooded figure, then lowered her head, picked up her things and fled.
A long sigh came from inside the house.
"Mira, I brought a lot of food over for you, enough for both of you to eat for a long time."
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"I may not come here again. You have to listen to mom."
".Uncle Philip, where are you going?"
The man outside the house was stunned for a moment, then he looked up at the door and found a pair of small eyes staring at him.
Mira stood on tiptoe, lying on the gap in the door, and looked at the man through a thin layer of wood.
"Uncle is going to find more food. Other believers have mothers and relatives too. They also need food. Uncle may be gone for a long time. You must take good care of your mother and don't let her get sick again. You must also take good care of yourself and don't let your mother worry."
"Mom said you are a believer of the Mother Goddess of Life. Will you have food if you become a believer?"
The man was stunned for a moment, and then he spoke urgently: "Mira, listen to me, the Mother Goddess of Life is a cult, and cults are deadly. You should leave here after a while, leave the North, and go to the South. People there can eat enough, there is no white disaster, and everyone can live under the sun."
Mira stared at him without saying anything, and after a while, she opened the door.
But the hooded figure fled away.
"Mira, be careful when you're home alone, mom will be back soon."
Mira grabbed her mother's hand and shook her head: "Why do we have to go out? Uncle Philip sent us a lot of food, and we have porridge to eat!"
The woman squatted down and smoothed the dry yellow hair on Mira's forehead with her hands.
"Good child, good child, Mira, you are a good child, but Mira, the white disaster is coming, and mother has to prepare more food so that we can survive. Mother promises you that she will be back soon."
Mira grabbed her mother's hand and shook her head.
"Don't worry, Mira, mom's illness has been cured, there's no problem."
"Be good, Mira. We have to survive. We can't be willful."
Mira slowly let go of her hand and watched her mother leave.
Mira's memories stopped and she turned to look at the shack on the side of the street.
A pair of eyes were looking at her through the gap.
Mira walked over, squatted down, took off her hood, and looked into those eyes through the rotten door.
Those eyes didn't move away.
She held up a bag, shook it, and then slowly placed it on the ground in front of the door.
Then he stood up, turned and left.
But after taking a few steps, I heard the sound of a door opening behind me.
"Are you cultists?"
Mira paused.
"We are the Church of the Mother Goddess of Life and we are cultists."
"I don't want your food, I just want revenge. I want those who killed my father to pay the price. Will I have the power to take revenge if I join you?"
"We will die. We are cultists. If we want to gain power, we have to sacrifice our lives - and we may not get much in return."
There was no sound of the door closing behind me, but instead there was the sound of footsteps.
Mira strolled in the Blood Harbor, with more and more people following her, filling every alley in the slums.
"The Church of the Mother Goddess of Life. They are the most dangerous cultists in Blood Harbor."
"They may not be that powerful, but their followers seem to be endless. If you don't pay attention, a large number of them will appear."
"Just like weeds, they always grow out of nowhere."
"These cultists are completely unreasonable. Even among cults, they are quite crazy."
"The extraordinary path of this church is very weak. Even if you succeed in advancing, you won't gain much power. Instead, it will consume a lot of lifespan. It's very rare for someone to live for more than a month. In fact, they don't need a longer lifespan."
"The greatest use of their extraordinary people is as sacrifices."
"They seem to not care about their own lives at all. They often sacrifice a large number of extraordinary people to cause destruction. What's more, these sacrifices also fanatically sacrifice themselves. It is difficult to understand why such a cult exists and why people believe in them."
"Of course, understanding cultists is a stupid thing to do. Only people who are stupid enough would choose to believe in cults."
"My suggestion is to send troops to wipe them out directly."
Galahad closed the report and looked up at the prince sitting behind his desk.
(End of this chapter)
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