Strand Street, East Front.
A two-story townhouse was immersed in leaden darkness. Two rows of gas street lamps on the road emitted a dim light, adhering to the surface of the thick smog, making it extremely hazy.
Suddenly, a figure jumped out from the bay window at the top of the second floor, and fell to the ground as lightly as a leaf, causing almost no movement and not even splashing dust on the ground.
His body turned and disappeared suddenly by the wall. His body seemed to blend into the gray haze, and only a vague outline could be seen.
Flashing all the way, the figure arrived in front of a Gothic-style villa at the bottom of Strand Street.
He observed carefully for a few seconds, walked around the villa twice, found a lower window, and got in with a swipe.
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Classic and gorgeous bedroom interior.
The breeze blew gently, and the white gauze curtain made of lace swayed.
The girl with a graceful figure was lying on a comfortable rocking chair, her cheeks were tinged with a layer of pink, crystal liquid seemed to be dripping from the corners of her mouth, her eyes were blinking slightly, and her expression was blurred with strong desire.
On the long classical table beside her, there was an opened black wooden box, inside which was a wooden sculpture of a baby. Under the red candlelight, the atmosphere in the whole house seemed to become extremely soft.
"how do you feel?"
A shadow walked out of the corner. It was a mysterious figure wearing a black hooded robe. His voice quickly changed from an old and deep male to a soft and sweet female.
The graceful girl tilted her head and said with a strange and satisfied smile:
“It’s amazing and it’s perfect, it’s exactly what I dreamed of and pursued.”
"But what surprises me the most is you. I didn't expect you to be a woman."
"That's just a little trick."
The black shadow walked forward step by step, and in the light of the candlelight, he took off the black hood on his head, revealing his slightly curly and lazy brown shawl hair and his captivating eyes.
"One of the skills of the Mother Card, you can also master it later. In any case, you are now a member of the Mother Goddess Church. Apart from these, do you have any other questions?"
"No, it's just that I feel like there is always an unquenchable desire in my body." The graceful girl replied as if she was well prepared.
"Haha, why suppress it? The Mother Goddess Church has never advocated suppressing desires. Reproduction is the main theme."
"But I just want to be with His Highness the Prince, but now I can't control myself whenever I see a man, even a homeless man on the street."
"Haha, everyone who touches the 'Mother' card will be full of charm. Your beloved prince cannot get rid of this charm." The mysterious woman raised her hand, and a group of small black twists gathered from her fingertips. of silk thread.
"The Thread of Desire."
"When you see him again, throw a black thread at him. In the next three hours, the person bound by the thread of desire will be unable to suppress his desires. At this time, you can do whatever you want."
"Would you like to give it...the thread of desire to me?"
The girl suddenly stood up from the rocking chair. She stared at the twisting black thread with twinkling eyes, and she suddenly felt excited.
"No!" The woman in black robe shook her head.
"You don't want to? I can exchange it for gold pounds, as long as you are willing to give it to me." The girl's face became increasingly flushed, her white chest was undulating, and she seemed to be unable to suppress her inner desire.
"No, as long as the priest of the 'Mother' path will have his own line of desire, it is one of his extraordinary abilities. You only need to outline it in your heart, and it will appear."
"Really? This is amazing." She resisted the thought that she immediately sketched out, looked at the other person curiously, and asked half thinking and half tentatively.
"Can you tell me in detail that your church is, um, sorry, our church."
"Church of the Mother Goddess of Desire!"
The woman in black robe touched her chest with her hands, raised her handsome white neck, closed her eyes slightly, and felt a touch of fanaticism on her cheeks.
"He comes from darkness and gives birth to everything in the world. He symbolizes the reproduction of life and the future. It is He who controls the disasters, fertility and desires of the world, the great Shubh Nicolas Cage!"
After hearing this, the girl was stunned and listened in disbelief to the ancient Hermetic language spoken by the woman in a hooded black robe.
"She, he, he is a god? Does our church have the blessing of a god?"
The woman in black robe immediately covered her mouth and let out a low laugh. It took a long time before she answered:
"Is there anything strange about this? The Church of the Mother Goddess of Desire has been around since the beginning of the third era. It has experienced natural disasters and still exists. I think this should explain a lot of problems."
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The pioneer city, Gresham!
The huge storm blew up the waves, which continuously hit the pier made of boulders layer by layer. The steam sailboat in the berthing area was swaying, as if it would be swallowed by the sea in the next second.
Poseidon Church, prayer hall on the first floor.
The silver candle burned quietly on the silver-plated lampstand, and the melted candle oil flowed down the pattern and accumulated on the silver base engraved with waves and lightning.
The salty sea breeze blows in through the gaps in the patterned windows, brushes over the roof oil cover, and blows towards the candlelight on the lampstand, making shadowy shadows.
Jack D. Sparrow stood on the holy throne, holding an ancient and thick book in his hands, looking up at the few scattered figures sitting on the first row of benches directly below. This was the person who came to pray and confess. believers.
"Lord of the seas and storms, praise you! You are merciful, gracious, and loving to us, slow to anger. You forgive all our sins and faults. Praise you!"
"Lord of the sky and lightning, praise you! Your precious blood has redeemed us, your chastisement has brought us peace, and your stripes have brought us healing. Praise you again!"
"Emperor of strength and courage, praise you! It was you who opened the door of the kingdom to believers in the last dark night. It was you who taught us what courage is, what strength is, and what resistance is. Your voice resounds across the ocean, you Your hymn breaks through the darkness, saves people in disaster and bloodshed, and praises you forever..."
With a rough and magnetic voice, Jack read loudly the prayers in Poseidon's Knowledge Book. At this moment, a little girl's voice interrupted his recitation.
"Mr. Father!"
"Um?"
Jack glanced slightly and saw a little girl in a purple skirt peeking out from the second row of benches.
She has two braids and her facial features are delicate and pink, making her really cute.
"Father, are you celebrating mass?"
Jack glanced at the believers next to him expressionlessly. Their faces showed more or less displeasure at being interrupted, but because the priest was standing here, they did not have an attack.
"That's right, my child, can you tell me why you interrupted me?" Jack shook the blue bishop's robe, and a smile appeared on his rough face.
"I'm sorry, Father, I know I shouldn't interrupt you, but I have something to ask you."
The girl showed a smile. Her smile was very moving, but there was a hint of sadness in the moving smile.
