Chapter 66 Poseidon Cult

Mrs. Isaac's words carry weight. The atmosphere of the tea party has reached this point. Everyone who talks about helping the weak every day has no reason to refute.

It's just that the exact amount of money to pay is a headache for everyone.

Fortunately, Mrs. Isaac was prepared in advance and gave everyone present a piece of paper to write on, indicating that it was an anonymous and unnumbered donation. Many women were relieved.

The note was first written here, and Mrs. Isaac would advance the donated money, and then others would hand over the money they agreed to give to Mrs. Isaac.

Before the tea party ended, Chris pulled Margaret's clothes, pursed his lips, lowered his head and said nothing.

But the meaning he expressed was known to experienced adults.

Soon a servant came to lead Chris to the bathroom.

Away from everyone's sight, Chris saw a portrait of a mermaid when he passed by the wall. His hands were as nimble as a skilled magician. He easily took out the paper with the "Myr Technique" mark and hid it under the painting. later.

When he was in the bathroom, the servant outside joked:

"Maybe there are gods who control bathrooms in the world."

When Chris went back, he happened to hear Mrs. Isaac clap her hands. She sat on the main seat and said calmly and solemnly:

"Okay, ladies, that's it for today's tea party."

Mrs. Isaac looked specifically at Margaret and Chris.

"You can stay. I want to communicate more with you Fisher family members about donating the money to Ms. Irene's orphanage."

Chris didn't want to stay with Margaret at all, but the other party's reasons were very good.

So after everyone else left, only Margaret and Chris stayed. Mrs. Isaac personally handed Margaret a donation of thirty gold coins in the form of bank notes.

Mrs. Isaac stretched out her slightly old hand and said very solemnly:

"Margaret, please give this money to Ms. Irene. Relieving the children is Ms. Moon's wish. We can't just sit here and just say nothing."

Margaret was very touched and said: "Thank you so much. I really didn't expect you to be so generous. Those orphans will definitely be touched."

Hey, Chris standing nearby suddenly thought of a very important thing.

Since the figures are anonymous and not disclosed, only Mrs. Isaac herself knows how much money Mrs. Isaac gave to the Fisher Family Orphanage and how much money everyone donated.

Due to various psychological reasons afterwards, everyone may not reconcile the accounts one by one in private.

"I heard you tell me at the last tea party that you were pregnant, Margaret."

Mrs. Isaac picked up a cup of black tea, turned her back, and suddenly asked a question about Margaret herself.

"Well, yes, I hope to have a girl. Darren is too lonely alone. It would be great if he had a sister."

Mrs. Isaac nodded and continued:

"Margaret, the number of offspring each extraordinary person can produce in his lifetime is limited. Each of your children will be the future and hope of the Fisher family."

Although I don't know the specific reason, the fertility of extraordinary people is indeed very low, and there is a limit to the number of children they can have in their lifetime. Even I can be vaguely aware of this and know whether I have reached the limit of my birth.

According to the major orthodox churches, those are restrictions imposed by the gods.

The extraordinary beings in the Second Era were able to reproduce continuously and have endless offspring, so they did not need the existence of mortals at all, which eventually triggered the "Celestial Disaster" and led to the complete destruction of the Second Era.

Now is the fourth era. The first three eras and all living beings before have all come to an end due to various "catastrophes". Only the supreme gods have always stood in the world.

"Actually, I don't think that far ahead. I just hope that the child will not regret that he was born."

Margaret showed a happy smile, gently touched her belly, and lowered her head slightly.

She didn't feel like Darren and the new baby had anything to carry.

They do not need to be the future, nor do they need to carry hope, as long as they can live a happy, healthy and safe life.

Mrs. Isaac remained silent for a long time, as if she was thinking about something that needed to be thought about deeply, and then she said calmly:

"I have a potion that I got from the priest of Silver Moon Church, which can help your child grow up more smoothly, Margaret."

After saying that, she left briefly, then took a bottle of dark blue potion and handed it to Margaret.

"Drink it, it will be good for the child, and he, oh, she will have the blessing of the Moon Lady."

Margaret smiled, but instead of drinking it, she said, "Thank you, I'll drink it when I get home."

Mrs. Isaac was silent for a while and nodded, but she did not refuse or force her.

Margaret and Byrne had made an agreement not to participate in any rituals at the tea party, not to pray to any mysterious beings, not to drink any potions or drinks with special colors, and not to be left alone.

She asked Byrne very strangely at that time.

"Why do you know so well? Besides, Ms. Moon should have no problem."

Byrne was silent for a long time and then said that he had read a lot of books on religion and mysticism, so he might be a bit neurotic in this regard.

The two then left Mrs. Isaac's house, and the latter sent Margaret and Chris all the way out of the house before returning home in silence.

Irene in the carriage waited calmly, looking out of the car.

The white mist was everywhere outside, and the whole world seemed to be shrouded in some huge mystery. Everything in the quiet and peaceful town seemed to be broken in an instant.

"Why did you come back to find me? I really thought I would never see you again."

Suddenly, Mrs. Isaac's slightly annoyed voice emerged in Irene's ears.

Well, who is she talking to?

Irene realized that the content that could be monitored today might be very different from the past.

"I really don't want to see you. The Isaac family now has a new position. If it weren't for your arrival, everything would be very peaceful!"

"Have you said enough? My sister."

Suddenly, a completely different male voice appeared in her ears.

The two words just now specifically referred to the sister, but Irene knew one thing very well, that is, Mrs. Isaac only had one younger brother and never had any older brothers.

Or maybe, it's just that no one knows that she has a brother.

"Sister, the members of the Isaac family cannot escape. Our great-grandfather chose this path, so as descendants, we must go on."

"When you were young, you were also a loyal member of the Poseidon Cult. You killed people from the Storm Church yourself. Your hands are already stained with blood. How ridiculous it is to want to get rid of everything now!"

"Okay, did you give her the potion? Did you watch her drink it?"

Erin heard Mrs. Isaac's tired and helpless voice.

"Well, I gave it to her, but she refused to drink it on the spot."

"What? Why don't you force her? If the elements of the ritual are missing and the task is not completed in the end, the priest will never forgive the Isaac family!"

"You'd better think about it again and confirm the potion! Don't think you still have a chance to get rid of it all!"

Her brother was obviously not very satisfied, and even a little angry. Then there was a heavy slamming of the door and a long sigh.

Poseidon Cult.

Erin certainly knew that name. It was the number one enemy of the Storm Church on the East Coast.

Their organization is much more compact and powerful than the jungle natives, with a very long history and profound background. The first task of the Storm Bishop in the East Coast region is to completely eradicate this group of people.

Those people set their sights on the port town of Nasir.