The Power of Words: Almost Persuading a Cult Leader to Leave / A Plague Runs Rampant: The Miracle-Doctor Duo

A cold smile appeared on his lips, and with a slight exertion of force, he crumpled the paper into a ball.

He had absolutely no interest in such things.

Just as the Scribe was about to leave with Tamayo, a male voice suddenly came.

Please wait a moment, would you like to join our Eternal Paradise Cult?

Chapter 93 The Allure of Language Almost Scammed a Cult Leader

Looking back, it was Doma's Father walking over.

You're inviting us to join the Eternal Paradise Cult?

Pointing to himself and Tamayo, the Scribe revealed a strange smile.

This was their first meeting with the other party, so why would Doma's Father have made a special trip to invite them?

Seeing the Scribe's puzzled expression, Doma's Father laughed heartily.

He himself hadn't expected to find two such strikingly good-looking humans in this small town.

If the Scribe and the Tamayo could join the Eternal Paradise Cult, then there would be even more things they could promote.

Based on their appearances, he could easily present them as the left and right protectors of the Child of God, bestowing upon them the title of divine guardians.

But at that time, the reputation of the Eternal Paradise Cult will grow bigger and bigger.

Thinking of this, a smile couldn't be contained on Doma's Father's face.

He took two steps forward, intending to explain the benefits that the Scribe could receive after joining the Eternal Paradise Cult.

Before he could finish speaking, the Scribe interrupted him.

No need, I have no interest in sectarianism or anything like that.

Tamayo, standing nearby, also declined Doma's Father's invitation.

For her, the Scribe's thoughts were her own thoughts.

Moreover, she had absolutely no liking for this kind of deceptive sect.

Upon seeing this, the other person's expression changed slightly.

Although the Eternal Paradise Cult has only recently been established, its previous influence is already considerable.

Apart from his son, whom he had placed on the throne as leader, he was nominally the second-in-command of the sect, but secretly the number one.

He, a big shot, personally invited two nobodys, and they actually refused.

A hint of anger flashed across his face Doma's Father gritted his teeth and let out a hissing sound.

His previous gentle expression vanished quickly, replaced by arrogance and disdain.

Sir, do you know who I am in the Eternal Paradise Cult?

After carefully examining the Scribe and Tamayo, a hint of disdain appeared in Doma's Father's eyes.

They weren't from the surrounding towns, so they didn't know the greatness of their identity Father of God.

If I were to tell them the doctrines of the Gokuraku Cult and my own identity, their attitudes would probably undergo a complete reversal.

With a slight upturn of his lips, Doma's Father cleared his throat.

Ahem, I am a god of the Eternal Paradise Cult.

Just as he was about to reveal his identity, he heard the Scribe's voice.

What's his identity? Isn't he just a marginal figure from a third-rate sect?

After saying that, the Scribe pulled Tamayo along and walked past him.

Um!?

Realizing he was being ignored, the smile on Doma's Father's face froze instantly.

The veins on his forehead bulged inch by inch, and his clenched teeth made a grinding sound.

He was always revered as a priest by the townspeople and enjoyed their worship, yet he was completely ignored by two ordinary people.

A burning rage surged from the depths of his heart, Doma's Father had given up on the idea of inviting the two to become members of the cult.

He was going to take action and show them just how much power he wielded.

They were to be beaten with a hundred strokes of the cane, and then thrown into a rushing river to be baptized.

At that time, I will be able to stand by the river and clearly see the painful and helpless expressions on their faces.

With a vision of the future already in mind, Doma's Father grinned and winked at his wife.

I'll go get help. You keep an eye on these two idiots.

You've reached an agreement, right? I understand. I'll have them have some appropriate contact with Doma.

After receiving a positive response from the other person, Doma's Father walked out of the town.

Little did he know, his wife had no idea what he meant.

The two seemed to be having a silent exchange, but in reality, it was a winless (or unsuccessful) exchange.

On the other side, the Scribe and Tamayo had already walked up to Doma.

Misunderstanding her husband's meaning, Doma's Mother thought that the other party had come to pay respects to the cult leader.

I was just about to arrange for my son to meet the other party, but the other party came over on his own.

Thinking of this, she nudged her son.

Upon feeling the pain, Doma first frowned, then raised his head.

Upon looking, he saw the Scribe's face.

Doma was somewhat puzzled; he had never seen a man like this before.

He originally thought his appearance was a gift from heaven and earth, but he didn't expect that compared with the Scribe, he was still far inferior.

May I have your name?

Doma.

Still somewhat surprised, Doma's words became hesitant.

With a slight smile, Scribe reached out and patted the other person's head.

Being treated like this for the first time, even for Doma was somewhat emotionally deficient, a strange feeling arose within him.

His cheeks flushed slightly, and Doma felt a tickle in his heart.

It felt as if ants were crawling all over his body, and he had an urge to have his head patted more often.

Doma, what do you think is the purpose of human life?

Without the slightest hesitation, Doma spoke the ideas his parents had instilled in him all along.

To live is to face death; death is the best destination for humankind.

Upon hearing Doma's reply, the Scribe stopped stroking him and lightly flicked his forehead.

He felt a sharp pain on his forehead, and a strange look flashed in Doma's eyes.

The adults in the past had never treated me like this. They would either kneel down to me or complain to me about the various hardships I had endured.

This was the first time Doma, and he was filled with curiosity.

Listen carefully: humans live to create something.

Whether you create hardship or glory, it is something you choose to do.

A simple cycle of birth, growth, and death can only be called a cycle, not life.

After saying that, the Scribe and Tamayo left.

After hearing what the other person said, a glimmer of light appeared in Doma's previously lifeless and puzzled eyes.

He wanted to know what he was capable of creating.

At this moment, Doma even wanted to break free from his parents' control and follow the Scribe so that he could witness firsthand everything he would create in the future.

Breaking free from his mother's hand, Doma rushed forward a few steps and shouted loudly at the Scribe.

Can I really create something?!

If I really could, could you come and take a look?

Turning around, Scribe smiled slightly.

As I've said before, you have to create opportunities, and the same applies to meeting.

After he finished speaking, he and Tamayo walked out of the town together.

Only young Doma remained standing there, tilting his head, seemingly pondering the Scribe's words.

Chapter 94 The Plague Rages, the Divine Healers

It wasn't until the Scribe and their figures disappeared into the darkness that Doma's mother realized what had happened.

Previously, she had been stunned by the Scribe's actions and the Doma's reaction.

She never imagined that a newly joined Protestant would do such a thing to the leader, the Child of God.

Doma not only did not resist, but even had a little bit of expectation.

This has never happened before!

She frantically searched around and finally spotted Doma not far away.

After calming down a bit, Doma's Mother felt as if her heart had gone through a rollercoaster ride in a short period of time.

If the leader were to be abducted, that would be the biggest joke since the founding of the Eternal Paradise Cult.

Although it was only recently established.

For something like this to happen in front of you, it's clear that the other party doesn't take you seriously.

Those two must be punished, otherwise where will I, the Mother of God, put my face?

Oh, by the way, where did those two guys go?

Just as Doma's Mother was wondering what was going on, Doma's Father came running over with several strong men.

Judging from their panting, they were clearly in a hurry.

After resting for a while, Doma's Father looked around, trying to find the two figures.

But no matter how hard he searched, the Scribe and Tamayo had already left.

Finally, he walked to Doma's Mother's side and asked in a low voice.

Didn't I tell you to stop them here? Where are they?

Upon hearing this, Doma's Mother's expression changed.

Stop them? Didn't they agree to join the Gokuraku Cult before?

Their eyes met, and they both saw a look of utter bewilderment in each other's eyes.

After suddenly recounting what had just happened, they quickly reached a consensus.

The failure of this operation was entirely the fault of the other side.

It's his/her fault for not explaining himself/her meaning clearly!

But no matter how much the two argued, it didn't affect the Scribe and Tamayo leaving the place.

After leaving the town, the two headed west.

They set out at sunset and rested at sunrise.

Finally, one day, they arrived at a small town they had stayed in before.

As soon as he entered the town, the Scribe quickly noticed something was amiss.

There wasn't a single pedestrian on the street, and the hotel's sign read "Do Not Enter".