In the evening, in a warehouse controlled by the Enthusiasm organization, more than twenty homeless people in ragged clothes were sitting here nervously. Just three hours ago, they were wandering the streets like zombies and were stopped by gang thugs.
And asked if he was willing to risk his life for a full meal.
This kind of thing is very common in the East District. The gang does not only have those core members, but also occasionally needs "consumables", such as taking the blame for a big shot, such as helping Silverfield eliminate some old cases, and such as
, being dragged along to be used as cannon fodder in gang wars, or simply pushed onto the stage to engage in a death duel with humans or animals.
The homeless people do not resist this, because every day they see some familiar or unfamiliar "companions" quietly falling down while wandering and never getting up again.
Rather than dying of hunger and starvation, it may be a better outcome for them to be able to eat a full meal before death and even receive a settlement allowance.
Except for some people who feel they can last for a while and may find new jobs, everyone else wants to sign up, but unfortunately, the other party only needs twenty people.
After eating a "big meal" that was not delicious but sumptuous enough, the homeless people came to this warehouse anxiously, waiting for the answer that would determine their fate.
"Twenty people are called at once. It shouldn't be a scapegoat. If they are used as cannon fodder for black boxing or gang fighting, they should choose younger and stronger people..." A middle-aged man about forty years old silently observed the other homeless people.
In this state, even after a full meal, everyone still looks weak.
It's not that they are really that weak, but that everyone is accustomed to using the lowest possible way to reduce consumption.
He didn't understand what use such a group of homeless people could be put to.
But at this moment, the door of the warehouse was suddenly pushed open, and a young man wearing a black formal suit walked in. As a new gang boss in the area, many people recognized his identity.
The East District is more like a primeval forest than human society. To survive here, you must not only know how to avoid those unworthy little things, but also avoid the territory of dangerous creatures.
And gangsters are obviously the most dangerous creatures in the East District.
"Many of you know me, maybe not, it doesn't matter. From now on, you need to do what I say. As long as you can meet my requirements, you will be able to have enough food, clothing, and even live a new life.
Of course, it is also very dangerous. You may die suddenly due to inexplicable reasons in the next moment, but now that you are here, you have no choice."
As Kano spoke, seeing that these homeless people were still looking listless, he suddenly asked:
"Who can read?"
No one responded, maybe some people knew how to read, but no one wanted to be the first to do it when they didn’t understand what they were trying to do.
Jian Na also knew a thing or two about the nature of these homeless people. When no one responded, he just shook his head and said:
"Then, you read after me. I say something and you read something. Do you understand?"
Kano's tone suddenly became stern, and there was even a hint of murderous intent in his eyes, which made all the homeless people straighten their backs unconsciously, nervously waiting for his next words.
"A traveler from far away time and space..."
The difficult-to-understand Ancient Hermes words slowly came out of Jana's mouth, but these tramps obviously didn't understand anything in Ancient Hermes. They could only learn Jana's accent and repeat the corresponding words, and
Along with this process, there seemed to be a gust of wind blowing in the warehouse.
"You are a contradictory spiral of logic and wisdom..."
When reading the second sentence, a few homeless people have fallen behind because they did not keep up, but others are still trying to repeat it. They don’t know what they are going to do to learn this, but they don’t want to end up because they can’t keep up with a sentence.
Being eliminated and returning to the state of the walking dead.
"You are the reflection of knowledge, the backside of truth."
Fewer people repeated the third sentence, but Kano did not wait too long and read out the last sentence——
"I pray for your hearing, I pray for your gaze, I pray for you to give me language, writing and mystical knowledge..."
…
A total of six homeless people completed the rereading, and with the strong wind that seemed to blow open the roof after the prayer was completed, they suddenly felt that there was something more in their minds.
Rune language, Fusac language, Intis language...
Hermes, Ancient Hermes, Ancient Dragon...
Ritual, prayer, sacrifice, bestowal...
All kinds of words and symbols were injected into their minds out of thin air, but they were clear and uncluttered, as if they could switch languages at will as long as they thought.
"this……"
The knowledgeable tramps had realized what had happened, but Kano ignored their surprise, excitement or fear, and continued:
"You are lucky enough to be qualified to become believers of our Lord, but you also need to make contributions to our Lord. Next, teach your companions to pray so that they can obtain the most basic knowledge, and we will move on to the next step."
The six people who completed the prayer first were a little disappointed that they succeeded first but did not receive a reward, but at the same time they were also curious about this magical knowledge that appeared out of thin air.
Through mystical knowledge, they knew that they had just prayed for a blessing from a great being and received a response.
It is forbidden to pray to evil gods other than the seven righteous gods, but for these homeless people who cannot afford to eat, let alone praying to evil gods, as long as they can have enough food, it is not impossible to attack the church in groups.
Thanks to the convenience of being given knowledge, all twenty homeless people quickly completed their prayers. At this time, Kano turned around and opened the box placed at the door of the warehouse, took out a stack of documents from inside and said -
"This is a contract with mysterious power. As long as you practice according to my Lord's methods, I will meet your daily needs. You cannot reveal your own practice to others, nor can you pry into other people's practice. Okay.
Yes, come up and sign now."
Garner didn't say what would happen if he disagreed, and the homeless people didn't ask. Instead, they stood up and rushed forward with all their energy as if they were going to a welfare institution to grab a spot. They quickly used their newly acquired knowledge of writing to sign their names.
Entered his name.
The binding feeling of magical power flooded into their hearts. At the same time, according to the contract, Kano gave each person a piece of paper with the method of practice.
It seems that everyone has a different way of practicing, but due to the contract, no one tries to communicate.
