Don't call me evil god

Chapter 31: Evil God! Heresy!
Brandon Robert spent the entire Sunday in a state of anxiety.

Of course, his first reaction to what was written on the note was disbelief.

This is just like the kind of liar who sets up a stall on the side of the road and offers free fortune-telling. He starts by saying that you have unique qualifications and unlimited potential, and will become a legendary figure in the future. Now all you need is for you to give me 10 silver coins, and I will show you the way and tell you how to reach the peak of your life.

But this time it's different.

His name was clearly written on the note.

Brandon thought about it and finally came up with a possibility that made him a little unbelievable:
Maybe... someone has taken a fancy to him!
To know his name, someone must have been sent to do special research on his relevant information!
There is no need to go to such lengths to play a prank. Maybe someone really has discovered his "potential" and is planning to recruit and train him?

Thinking of this, Brandon couldn't help but start to daydream:
"Could it be that... I really have some talent that I don't know about?"

“Is there a possibility that I am actually a genius?”

Brandon's growing up experience was simple. His parents were from the Kingdom of Reyak. They came to Green Port to work and gave birth to Brandon during that time.

In other words, Brandon is a kid who grew up in Greenport.

Since childhood, Brandon has witnessed various professionals accepting commissions from their employers to escort caravans, search for items, and resolve disputes. Seeing that they can freely choose their own lifestyle, Brandon envied them to death.

He also once fantasized about taking the best sword in his home, becoming a powerful professional, and leaving his own legend on the continent.

Ideal is full, the reality is very skinny.

Even for the Warrior career route, which has the lowest requirements, if you want to sign up for training at the Warrior Guild, the prerequisite is that you must bring or purchase qualified weapons and armor.

The reality Brandon faced was that there was not even a wooden sword at home, let alone a good sword.

Not to mention the sky-high expensive armor.

With the extra money he had saved from odd jobs, Brandon thought about buying a handy weapon so that he could practice his fighting skills at home.

Brandon didn't even need to think about the weapons sold at the trade fair or the fighters' guild, as he simply couldn't afford them.

The standard long sword is forged from fine steel and cast by professional dwarf craftsmen. The selling price is naturally in gold coins.

If Brandon dares to look at it any longer, it would be a crime!
Given his situation, he could only try his luck at the black market in downtown to see if there were any cheap, inferior products, or smuggled goods of unknown origin that had to be sold at a low price.

If nothing unexpected happens, it will be difficult for him to complete the transformation from an ordinary person to a professional.

Now, he is suddenly told that there is a way for him to become a powerful professional.

And it doesn't look like a prank!

Brandon was moved.

……

There are many people who have similar experiences as Brandon.

That night, at the Moni Brothers Tavern.

Brandon looked around with a hint of caution.

The location of Moni Brothers' Tavern is not difficult to find out. Just ask the errand boy in the downtown area.

When Brandon arrived, a girl in black church nun's clothes motioned for him to follow and took him to the underground wine cellar of the tavern.

Brandon counted and found that there were four other people at the scene besides him.

"Just a moment please."

The girl motioned to Brandon.

When the melodious midnight bells rang in the distance, the girl clapped her hands gently, attracting everyone's attention.

"Everyone, you all came here to become professionals." "You need talent and wealth to embark on the path of professionalism."

"You are all selected people. As long as you are willing to work hard, you will not be limited by your talents."

"As for your property... please rest assured that our sect is willing to help you solve it."

Hearing the word sect, Brandon immediately became alert.

As for sects, besides the orthodox churches of the major gods, there are also various small sects of foreign gods, and even sects worshiping evil gods that plot all kinds of conspiracies in various dark corners.

Since the other party could write his name on the note, he must have come prepared.

It is certainly impossible for the Orthodox Church to hold its meetings in the basement cellar of a tavern in the lower city;
Well, this so-called sect is either the stronghold of believers of a certain foreign god, or... worse, the lair of an evil god!

While Brandon was daydreaming, the girl continued:
"To let you witness the sincerity of our sect."

"Even if you don't plan to join us, you can still take a professional talent test here for free."

"This is a benefit for joining our sect. The professional talent test can let you know the career path that best suits you."

“Because this is the first time we are recruiting believers in Green Harbor, everyone can experience it for free.”

Brandon's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

broken!

Could it be that he had run into the evil god's sect?
Although he is just an ordinary person, even if he has not eaten pork, he has at least seen pigs run!
He knew that professional talent detection was a divine art unique to the Church of the God of Justice, and was famous for its high fees!
Logically speaking, only true believers of the God of Justice can use this divine art.

Anyone who dares to use this kind of thing as a "benefit of joining the religion" might be lying to the evil god, trying to trick ordinary people who are unaware into taking the bait!

"Evil God! Heretic!"

Before Brandon could figure out how to escape from this sect stronghold that was suspected to be the lair of the evil god, he heard a young man next to him shouting angrily.

"Professional talent detection is the great power of Phil, the God of Justice! You are not a believer in the God of Justice, you are lying!"

Brandon was dumbfounded.

No, buddy, are you so reckless?

Even if we know that this is a cover for the evil god, shouldn't we pretend to be ignorant, pretend to cooperate, and find a way to leave here quickly and report to the Orthodox church?
With that shout you're going to directly break off relations!

If they knew that their identities were exposed, wouldn't they kill them on the spot and sacrifice all these unlucky guys who were deceived?
However, the girl remained calm when she heard the accusation:

"Sir, I think you misunderstood something."

"It is a great god who guides our sect."

"Although He is not the God of Justice, His power is very special. Therefore, the believers of our sect can also obtain Phil's recognition and use His magic."

"If you don't believe me, I can show you my magic right now, and everyone here will be a witness."

After hearing the explanation, the young man who had previously shouted "evil heresy" confirmed with half-belief:
"Can I show it right now, right here?"

"If I don't feel right, I can always leave, right?"

The girl smiled and nodded affirmatively: "Of course."

"In the name of my Lord, I promise."

……

(End of this chapter)