The Blood God Is Awesome (Sorry, Only One Update)

Larry looked at the young man in front of him with a troubled expression.

The other person had black hair and black eyes, with gentle features, clearly not like the noble gentlemen of the Northern Continent, but also somewhat different from someone like myself from the Southern Continent... But even more impressive than his appearance were his words—

"Blood God is awesome, brother! Believe in Blood God!"

He's actually proselytizing to me!

"Stop talking!"

Larry waved his hand in refusal, saying in Dutanese, "I don't want to cause trouble."

As he spoke, he gripped the reins tightly, glancing left and right to prevent any thieves from stealing his belongings while he wasn't looking.

That's right, Larry was a driver, and what he was pulling... was a coffin.

The thin coffin lid was lifted, revealing soft cushions inside, suggesting one could lie comfortably within. It wasn't intended for a corpse, but rather served as a carriage compartment.

In the Southern Continent, this is a very common mode of transportation. Over the years, the belief in the Death has become a folk custom, making the people of the Southern Continent have a very special attitude towards death. The living can ride in coffins, and the remains of the dead can be used by their families as vessels, symbolizing that the deceased is still with their loved ones.

Please go somewhere else.

Larry tried to reason with him, saying, "I haven't even earned back today's car rental fee yet." He was really short of money.

As a coachman in the Southern Continent, he had to pay the daily rental fee to the carriage company, regularly pay protection money to the gang, and if he was unlucky enough to encounter Red-Skinned Dogs (a derogatory term for the Southern Continent police) causing trouble, he would have to pay fines. He also had to pay various taxes to the local ruler General Sanchez. Only after going through all these layers of exploitation could he afford to support himself and his family.

Even so, Larry didn't curse at the man opposite him.

The other person seemed very strange, and he dared not say anything offensive, for fear of angering him—the infamous reputation of the "Rose School of Thought" had spread throughout the Southern Continent, and if the "Blood God" this guy mentioned was some new evil god they worshipped, that would be terrifying.

"Oh, never mind then."

Surprisingly, the black-haired, black-eyed youth didn't press the matter; he simply smiled gently. "The Blood God will ultimately bring salvation to this land. When you fall into despair, you can pray to Him... At least this is something I hope you can remember."

He looked very serious when he said that.

Larry was taken aback.

"Boom!"

Just then, a commotion suddenly erupted from the street ahead.

"Get out of here! Get out of here now!"

Several policemen in red uniforms shouted menacingly, wielding short batons and slamming them against the vendors and pedestrians blocking the road, driving them away to clear the street. Behind them, a horse-drawn carriage in the style of the Northern Continent was slowly passing by.

Alfred Hall sat in the carriage, gazing out the window at the scenery. A flicker of displeasure crossed his eyes when he saw a coffin driver being brutally beaten with a baton by the police for failing to dodge in time.

"This is what the Southern Continent is like."

The man opposite him keenly noticed the change in his mood and chuckled. "The people are ignorant and lack manners. If we don't use force to drive them away, they will surround us, which could easily offend a distinguished guest like yourself."

This person had the appearance of someone from the Southern Continent, but with slightly fair skin. He wore the attire of a waiter from the Northern Continent, and spoke Loenese with proper elegance and the standard accent of the Upper City of Backlund.

"That's why they need the guidance of Goddess."

"Neil Sharp said in a deep voice, drawing the trajectory of the Crimson Moon on his chest."

"Yes, Amikash State needs devout Missionary like Priest Sharp," the attendant said respectfully. "Lieutenant Colonel Hall, and Priest Sharp, please wait a moment; we will be at General Sanchez's residence shortly."

This is Doin, in West Bairang Amikash state, ruled by the indigenous general Sanchez, who claims to be a descendant of the Bairang royal family.

The carriage continued its journey, and soon the streets became clean and spacious. Rows of buildings in the Loen style stood on both sides of the street, with gas streetlights spaced apart, making the two people in the carriage feel as if they had been transported back to Backlund.

"General Sanchez greatly admires the culture of Loen, so he built his residence in the Backlund style," the waiter explained with a smile.

The carriage drove into a villa, passed through a meticulously manicured courtyard, and stopped in front of the main building.

"This place is really big, almost as big as your house."

After getting out of the car, Neil said to Alfred.

Of course, the value of a villa in West Balam is much lower than that of a villa in North Borough Backlund.

Led by a waiter, the two met General Sanchez.

"Haha, welcome both of you!"

He was a very energetic middle-aged man with a big belly and a large head, and a loud, booming laugh. Compared to the stereotypical image of a warlord, he looked more like a warm, friendly neighborhood uncle.

"General Sanchez, I am stationed in Amikash State under orders from Lieutenant General Mell."

Alfred shook hands with the other person.

"Lieutenant Colonel Hall is so young, yet he's given such an important role; he has a bright future ahead of him." Sanchez's Loenese was also quite good, but the Southern Continent accent was still noticeable. "Rest assured, the Amikash State will fully support your work..."

He raised his hand, and two servants came over with trays, presenting them to Alfred and Sharp. The two looked down at them.

On the luxurious velvet tray lay two items: a Revolver inlaid with gold and jewels, and an exquisitely bound copy of "The Night's Revelation," with a calfskin cover, the title embossed in gold foil, brass-plated corner protectors, gold-edged edges, and a silk bookmark strap that was both moisture-proof and practical.

"This is for you two, consider it a small gift for our first meeting today."

General Sanchez said with a chuckle.

"This is a really nice gift!"

Sharp was overjoyed with the Goddess's Bible he had received, while Alfred was much calmer, simply accepting it politely and offering his thanks.

After that, the two chatted politely for a while before getting up to say goodbye and leaving the general's residence.

"You don't seem to like General Sanchez very much."

After leaving the villa, Sharp said in the carriage. As a friend, he had already noticed the other's subtle emotions, but he couldn't bring it up openly in front of others, "He seemed quite friendly, willing to cooperate with your work, and even gave you a gift..."

Alfred glanced at the other person.

"General Sanchez came to power through a coup two years ago, and within a year of him becoming the leader of Amikash State, the state's population decreased by 30,000."

He explained softly, "In our Military, he also has another nickname: the Butcher General."