Falasong's Truth Society

Chapter 46: Falasong's Truth Society

Kalvi's starry sky remained as dreamlike as ever, even in this largest city of the Kingdom of Blossoms.

Linton and Iris easily blended into Falasong with the fat man and his group. They encountered no instances of the fat man trying to extort them or ambushes along the way.

It was understandable, after all, they were making a business out of bringing people into the city; if they were to set traps haphazardly, no one would patronize them.

Along the way, Linton and Iris weren't stopped much, and the city guards' checks were also handled very simply.

There were two reasons for this ease.

Firstly, Falasong was divided into an inner and outer city. The outer city was mostly inhabited by ordinary citizens, and the security wasn't overly strict.

Secondly, would anyone really dare to invade a city favored by a deity?

After entering the city, the temporary group disbanded. Linton and Iris walked along the stone-paved road, observing the people and society within the city.

The ordinary houses were mostly in the Romanesque style, with attics usually crowning the topmost floors. The ubiquitous Blossom Cathedrals were more Gothic, with tall, pointed spires and stained-glass windows.

Falasong had no curfew, so even though it was late at night, the sounds of people shouting could still be heard.

Perhaps they were out for a drink with friends after a busy day, or perhaps doing things they wouldn't dare to do during the day.

Iris couldn't help but feel a sense of emotion for the city she had lived in for several years.

"Although my impression of Falasong isn't very good, after a few days of living in the wild, I still find myself missing a bustling city."

Linton chuckled softly, "Cities are the result of human societal evolution; it's natural to yearn for them."

Iris pouted, seemingly unimpressed by his textbook-like answer.

"By the way... where are we going now?" Miss Knight tilted her head and asked. "Given our current situation, no inn would take us in, right?"

"To where I... used to live."

Iris was taken aback. "You've been to Falasong before?"

"Sort of," Linton replied perfunctorily.

He definitely hadn't lived here, but the deceased Necromancer had!

As the political, economic, and academic center of the Kingdom of Blossoms, the Necromancer, who once pursued forbidden arts, had naturally come here to search for some information.

In fact, he had even wanted to infiltrate the royal mausoleum to study the differences between the bodies of royalty and commoners, but he had given up due to the significant power disparity.

Turning down a main street and passing through an alley, Linton finally stopped in front of an ordinary-looking small house.

He didn't use a key but directly pushed the door open and walked in.

"You haven't locked your door after being away for so long?"

The doll commented as she entered the house, and the damp smell that hit her made her frown her pretty brows.

There wasn't much furniture in the house, only a table and chairs and a wooden bed. Several dusty books were neatly placed on the table, and the quilt on the bed was folded neatly.

Overall, it was quite clean.

"If a thief broke in here, they'd probably cry and leave. There's no need for a lock."

Linton brushed off some dust, sat down on a chair, and looked at the girl.

"Iris, do you have a way to contact Miss Vera?"

Iris thought for a moment and said, "I usually just go to Vera directly. I rarely contact her in writing."

"Is that so?" Linton's fingertips lightly caressed the armrest of the wooden chair as he pondered.

"Although it hasn't happened before, I can try... maybe I can invite Vera out."

"No, no need," Linton said with a light laugh. "We are here to visit; there's no reason to make the person we're visiting come out."

"Let's rest first. I'll have a way tomorrow."

The next morning, the two appeared in front of an unremarkable clothing store.

"Iris, can you wait for me outside?"

"No problem, I'll find a place to hide."

The doll's reply was very straightforward, much more decisive than the hesitation in Linton's tone.

This attitude surprised Linton somewhat.

Iris's eyes showed little emotion, only saying, "You must have your reasons for your choices, I have no objections."

Linton clapped his hands, praising, "You've grown up, Iris."

"Go on, go do your thing."

Linton chuckled softly, instinctively wanting to ruffle the girl's head, but Iris was already on guard, giving him a disdainful eye-roll before disappearing into the shadows between the buildings.

Putting away his expression, Linton lowered his head and walked into the clothing store.

Actually, it wasn't that he didn't want to bring Iris in, but that the doll couldn't enter at all.

This clothing store was actually a stronghold of the Truth Society.

Thanks to the excellent public order and lax patrols, the guards rarely checked houses one by one. Coupled with the fact that the Truth Society members were currently law-abiding, this oversight allowed the Truth Society to plant a nail here.

Entering the clothing store, the clerk glanced at him but didn't say anything like "welcome." Instead, they simply nodded with a smile.

Members of the Truth Society who had undergone the Baptism shared an inexplicable sense of affinity with each other, making it easy to identify one another.

However, if the person who arrived didn't carry the aura of a fellow member, unless they were brought by one of the Twelve Stars, you could talk until you were blue in the face, and this would still just be a clothing store.

—Those who have not undergone the Baptism of faith cannot enter the temple that enshrines the gods.

"May the True Lord guide you."

Linton bowed slightly and then turned towards the stairwell.

Following the escalator down, a wooden door carved with countless ancient and mysterious patterns blocked his path.

Linton clasped his hands together, lowered his eyelids, and revealed his aura without reservation.

The next moment, the wooden door, without anyone touching it, automatically revealed the world hidden behind it.

Linton opened his eyes and took in a room that absolutely should not have belonged in a basement.

The surrounding walls were made of red bricks and plaster, and the space was vast, with a vertical height of almost six to seven meters. Four massive white jade pillars, carved with countless mysterious patterns, supported this fantastical space, making it seem as if it were indestructible and unbreakable.

At the very back, a statue with a blurred face stood tall.

Its arms were crossed, hands resting on the opposite shoulders, appearing majestic and mysterious from afar.

There were quite a few people in this underground church, about thirty to forty in total. Almost all of them were looking up, their eyes filled with unparalleled fervor.

"Mr. Crevixil?"

A slightly surprised call came from beside Linton.

He turned his head to see a person dressed in a simple gray-white long robe, with streaks of white at the temples, appearing to be quite old.

"Long time no see, Mr. Sika."

Linton smiled faintly.

This Mr. Sika was the person he needed to find on this trip.