From Leo Chardol's mouth, Xiahou Yan found some basic situations of the "Black Burial Sect".

This Death Secret Sect, which was first created in the "Barrel Era", experienced the prosperity of the three disciples of Adrian, and gradually declined in modern times. The current organizational scale can only be described as miserable and pitiful.

Although there are all kinds of cultists who believe in the God of Death in private, there are only three remaining in the empire's burial churches with a little climate:

In addition to the imperial capital, where President Rio Chardol served as the principal priest, there is also the Eagle Castle Church located in the lair of the Igor family, and the Everlasting City Church in the eastern border of the empire;

These three churches can maintain a certain member size, maintain daily operations, and hold secret ceremonies;

The remaining believers of the God of Death are often scattered among the people. They secretly hang a picture of the God of Death in the kitchen of their homes, worshiping them regularly for blessings. They are basically the same as those of the old lady on Earth hanging strings of rosary beads in her hands. These "cultists" are not under the command of the Burial Church, nor have any oil or combat power, and can basically ignore them as air.

It is worth mentioning that the center of the faith of the God of Death on the mainland is not in the empire, but in the Demon Clan's Scourge City: this southern coastal city is the settlement of the believers of the Death among the Demon Clan, and the religiously tolerant demon regime did not classify the faith of the God of Death as a heretical cult;

Of course, under the pressure of the mainstream belief in the Moon God Sect, the demons in Tianshao City are not having a good time.

Get back to the point.

According to President Chador's confession, the highest leader of all the burialists in the empire and the highest level of the burial sect - the "Death Council".

The "Death Council" consists of seven high-ranking believers with the highest prestige and strongest strength among the sects, and is called "motheringers": In order to ensure safety, the seven mourners will only meet once every four years, and they all wear hoods when they meet to avoid exposing their identities. These seven people cannot recognize each other even if they usually run into each other on the street.

Leo Chardol, the imperial priest who is in charge of the daily affairs of the Bokbury Sect in Gyeonggi area, is not even a member of the Dead Council. His immediate superior is one of the seven "mourners". President Chardol actually obeys the opinions of the mourner in all major events in the sect.

According to Xiahou Yan's understanding, the "Death Council" composed of seven mourners is like the board of directors of the Bokun Sect, and Leo Chardor, who was caught by himself, is at best a regional manager.

This discovery made him feel a little regretful:

It turns out that the president of the Chamber of Commerce cannot make any decision on his own "investing" the Bodang Sect.

When the Lord of Shuangfengling asked whether he could meet these seven mourners and discuss the "investment" matters, President Chardol was even more evasive and had no choice but to tell the truth:

It turns out that as a "Bao Burial Sect" who is an illegal cult, the leader's style of conduct is extremely mysterious and concealed, for fear of being caught by the Magic Association and the Inquisition:

Not only these seven mourners, no one knows their true identities on the mainland, even the mourner in charge of the imperial capital area, and the second-in-command President Leo Chardol, always kept in a single line contact. After something happened, the mourners in the imperial capital took the initiative to contact Chardol, but the president of the chamber of commerce did not take the initiative to contact his immediate boss.

This system is obviously very reasonable:

If Mr. Black fell into the hands of the Inquisition rather than the Lord of Frost Maple Ridge, then this cult will at most be able to offer the Imperial Priest President Chardol, but it will not threaten the safety of the mourner in the Imperial Capital.

As a regional manager and a housekeeper, even if it fails, just change it...

However, the information provided by President Chardol next attracted Xiahou Yan's attention.

Chador explained that he would meet with the mourners of the imperial capital every month, and the meeting they agreed on this month was two days later. The president of the chamber of commerce cried and said that he could bring the lord to meet the mourners with him. As for what "investment" and "investment", let the lords and the mourners argue...

After hearing this proposal, Xiahou Yan and Master Laurie looked at each other and fell into deep thought.

But in the end, he clapped his hands first and called Clement who was waiting outside the door into the hall, so that he could find a guest room to live in with the distraught President Chardol.

President Chardol knew in his heart that he was under house arrest by the Igor family as hostage...

Of course, the imperial capital priest of the Bozang Sect had no desire to resist at this time. He obediently followed the Death Knight to his luxurious cell, leaving the Lord of Frost Fengling to sit at the dining table, turning his fork and making a chess.

...

That night, the Lord's study room was once again overcrowded.

However, it was not only Master Laurie and Knight Cousins ​​who attended the meeting this time.

Including Miss Caterina with a frown and worried brow, Clement, the Death Knight carrying a rune giant sword, Chris Mann, the deputy commander of the Igor pioneer army in a well-decorated military uniform, Alice Comstock, who is temporarily serving as the personal guard of the lord, and the diplomat Bob, who just made a show of the limelight at today's dinner, the senior officials of the Igor family who came to the imperial capital were all present.

Even Eldridge and Xiahou Yan hesitated for a while, so he didn't let him move a small stool to listen to it-

The topic of discussion today involves the Bo Cang Sect, after all, it is a bit of a taboo, and it is still not safe to let Rosario people know.

Even before the meeting began, Xiahou Yan still asked Master Laurie to set up a defensive magic circle around him, just like during the luncheon banquet to prevent the clowns from eavesdropping.

The Lord's first words straight to the point made everyone feel the heart in his throat:

"Tell me, what do you think about the Bozang Sect?"

silence.

Still silent.

An uneasy silence.

In the end, Master Victor Laurie, who had a high status, looked at the senior officials around who were busy counting ants on the ground, and broke the ice with a wry smile:

"Lord... Actually, I wanted to ask this sentence at the banquet - do you really want to gain control of the Bozang Sect so much?"

"Yes." Xiahou Yan shrugged.

Master Laurie opened his mouth: I don’t seem to be able to answer your words…

The Lord Lord smiled helplessly and waved his hand:

"Don't be surprised, I know that the code of 'incorporating a cult' is too sudden, but I've actually been brewing this idea for a long time... And the banquet that Katerina and I attended a few days ago made me completely determined."

"When you were struck by someone during your duel?" Bob Brooke asked skillfully.

"Fuck. The duel was won by the lord! That little bastard didn't even touch my clothes!" Xiahou Yan cursed, then shook his head and sighed, "I mean, at that banquet, I really felt how bad the political environment of our Igor family was - I was the first Igor patriarch to come into contact with the social circle of the imperial capital after Vincent Igor's death, but how did those imperial capital nobles act? Before my duel, there was not even one of them coming to say hello! Even afterwards, some people came over to say hello, but I could see their colorful intestines clearly! They all wanted to take advantage of our downfall and sell personal favors, but none of them dared to openly get involved with our family and Shuangfengling!"

Katerina reached out and patted her brother on the shoulder, trying to comfort her, but she didn't know where to start.

"After this banquet, I understand!" Xiahou Yan slapped his desk and said sternly, "In the eyes of the people of the imperial capital and the nobles of the empire, our Igor family will always be rebels, and our Frost Feng Ridge will always be a remote and barbaric land with jackals and wolves in the wilderness! For example, I dare to bet now that if the conflict between us and the old turtle in Houston is on the table, it would be better for these imperial capital aristocrats to not support Houston, and definitely none of them will stand on our side!"

The Knight Cousins, who was busy handling tax matters these days, was deeply sighed with emotion in the Imperial Taxation Department.

Xiahou Yan breathed a sigh of relief and said in a deep voice:

"Everyone, we are making a fortune now, but the elves in the Dragon Bone Peak Treasure House and the savings of the wasteland caravan during the peak trade season must be large? One day, we will need to build our own industries like other aristocratic territories, communicate with other lords, and even participate in imperial politics... But now, we who are not close to this aristocratic circle, why? With Weilf's novels and Master Laurie's yellow books?!"

Speaking of this, the Lord was really excited, and even Master Laurie shrank his head and did not protest.

"Maybe, Rosario..." Caterina whispered, then thought of something and shook her head silently.

Everyone knows that the war has been in a tight situation recently, and Grand Duke Rosario is probably in a difficult situation in his own East Realm affairs. He has been impeached by the great nobles of the Empire for more than a dozen times. It is even more impossible to have the leisure to provide political asylum to Shuangfengling.

What's more, Grand Duke Rosario is a politician and not a philanthropist. Although Rose City has given Shuangfengling a lot of assistance, no one can tell what the brigade future will be like.

Xiahou Yan closed his eyes and then slowly spoke:

"Everyone, life is just a matter of nothingness, to find some meaning of existence for yourself - and I, and Elliot Igor, the goal of inheriting this family is to do my best to be the lord and seek a way out for the people. I said this in the infection area, I said it at Phoenix Platform, and I still said that in the imperial capital today. Since these snobbish nobles do not want the declined Igor family to sit at the chessboard table of imperial politics, don't blame the lord for making small moves under the table."

"Your 'little move'..." Master Laurie said tentatively, "is it the 'Bo Burial Sect'?"

Xiahou Yan nodded and said:

"Just like any religion, the 'Bully Burial Sect' is a huge fortune. And our Igor family has the capital to take this wealth into their hands - I dug up the magic laboratory of Simon Adrian, the king of Necromancer, and the "Necromancer Essence" is in my hands. It is probably the most powerful undead creature ever, Messi, who works for me. I can release thousands of zombies in the infected area overnight - I can't see who is more qualified to control a sect that believes in the God of Death than the Igor family."

——In fact, Xiahou Yan hasn’t said that there is an Earth version of “Death” behind him who is the big brother.

After hearing the Lord's words, the senior management of Shuangfengling nodded thoughtfully. After thinking about it, they felt something was wrong:

Why don’t you, the “capital” that controls the Bodian Sect, sound serious?

Lord Lord continued:

"If we can hold the 'Big Burial Sect' in our hands, then even if our Igor family is located in the southern wasteland, they can maintain influence on the heart of the Central Plains. Everyone understands that if enough believers in the God of Death can be developed underground, if it is necessary, then at the least, there will be peaceful evolution, and at the worst, there will be armed riots..."

"Stop!" Master Laurie smiled bitterly, "Your plan is indeed ideal, but I would like to ask, the Bozang Sect has been in decline for hundreds of years. Why can it 'develop enough believers'?"

"Because I'm here," Xiahou Yan said lightly.

Master Laurie opened his mouth and said nothing.

"I'll tell you all, in fact, I don't have any good feelings for these religions." Lord Lord smiled, "All the so-called gods have never been shown much. The so-called miracles are also suspicious of the truth and falsehood. The beautiful futures of all races in the mainland are not created by the most ordinary people with hard work? I just feel that I have encountered Mr. Black, a god-given opportunity. I can't help but earn some capital for us, and by the way, I can't help but insert a hidden arrow from the idiot nobles in the Central Plains of the Empire... I'll say first, if anyone in our territory dares to really believe in a despicable religion, the lord will break his leg on the spot!"

The senior executives of Frost Maple Ridge were shocked.

Bob Brooke even thought of an unusual smell from the words of Lord Lord:

The "despicable religion" mentioned by the Lord does not seem to refer to it specifically. What is it about the burial sect or the supreme holy spirit...

Bob cleverly decided that he would emphasize the principle of belief-neutral atheism in his future territorial diplomatic rhetoric.

Xiahou Yan shrugged:

"After I said it, who agrees and who object?"

All the senior leaders of the territory pointed at Miss Katerina who was sitting next to the lord.

The scums in Shuangfengling really know the boss's personality too much:

This guy is like the family emblem of the Igor family. He belongs to the eagle. If he bites a voles rabbit, he will not be able to let go.

Whenever there is a chance to earn extra money for the territory, the lord will not hesitate at all, just thinking about how much it can be earned;

——So when it comes to this, everyone understands that the Lord Lord had already made up his mind. The reason why he asked was to pretend to behave and implement the principle of "democratic centralism" he proposed himself.

Therefore, the only person present who could make effective objections was Miss Katerina.

Lord Shuangfengling also knew that his sister had always hated being involved in "cult" and "taboo", so she stared at Katerina's black hair exactly like herself.

To the surprise of the Xiahou Master, Katerina turned her head and looked at him and smiled softly.

Then a teardrop rolled down her cheek.

"I am just a woman, you can decide the affairs of the territory." The eldest lady of the Igor family smiled with tears in her eyes, "—I said this at Phoenix Terrace, and I still say the same thing in the imperial capital today. But Elliot, remember, if one day you are arrested by the Inquisition and take me with you, you are not allowed to die before me..."

"I'm sorry, our territory does not have the concept of 'death'."

——The Lord Lord stood up and gave his sister a big hug.
Chapter completed!