Chapter 1644: 983: The Future of the Mad Fire God Sect

"Which god is calling you?"Luluwo blinked, as she hadn’t clearly heard what Todd said earlier.

"Ah, nothing, nothing, I was just babbling nonsense."

Todd quickly waved his hand, almost breaking out in a cold sweat.

"Really," Luluwo spread her hands, "I originally came to settle some scores with the Speck family, but now there’s only you left. So, what should I do with you?"

"Then, then of course you let me go..."

Todd managed to pull out a smile.

The last time he felt the call of the Mad Fire God was during the battle between Gwyn and Viskasa on the surface.

Thanks to the god’s guidance, they built an underground shelter in advance, making the Mad Fire Church one of the few survivors in the large capital. They were profoundly grateful to the Mad Fire God and vowed never to change their faith in their lifetime.

Although fundamentally Skamelon people, who are not trustworthy, the Mad Fire had already infiltrated their bodies, making them potentially the most trusted group by Gong Qiying.

However, ever since that chaos, Todd and the others hadn’t felt the call of the Mad Fire God. If it weren’t for the burning in their bodies, they would have thought they had been forgotten by the god.

To be fair, the post-war life of the Mad Fire Church was quite decent now.

Various countries and organizations came to aid Skamelon to showcase humanitarianism, so as the capital’s survivors, they naturally received attention. For days, they were pulled by various organizations to give aid and welfare, in exchange for taking some photos while lamenting and shedding tears to express gratitude to the rescuers.

The aid supplies accumulated by the Mad Fire Church were enough for them to live for a whole year without spending a penny.

But as time passed, people gradually lost interest in this place. Todd realized he couldn’t rely on aid forever, so he planned to leave the capital and find a livelihood elsewhere.

But before he could leave, another group arrived in the capital.

They were the followers of the Three Great Religions, who came to the capital ruins in large groups with a substantial crowdfunded sum. Using the pretext of rebuilding the capital, they brought a host of craftsmen, and the Mad Fire Church, as survivors who hadn’t left yet, naturally attracted the engineering team’s attention, asking if they wanted to help with the work, offering generous pay.

One has to say that the Three Great Religions, despite being remnants, still accumulated unimaginable wealth.

After all, people have to work, and following the engineering team for construction was also work, perhaps even spreading the gospel of Mad Fire within the team. So Todd agreed to work.

By the way, they hadn’t exposed their Mad Fire Church identity to the public to this point.

Just after the Mad Fire Church transformed into construction workers for a few days, Luluwo came knocking, directly confronting Todd.

What was going on? Did they catch me running an illegal church? But why are guards not here, and why is there an adventurer instead?

When first caught, he panicked, but then heard the specific reason from Luluwo.

Luluwo came to inquire about the Speck family.

That made sense.

Todd knew the grievances between the other party and his family, but since he already had nothing to do with his family, the other’s resentment couldn’t be blamed on him.

He told the other party about the Speck family’s annihilation and repeatedly emphasized that he had long been disconnected from the Speck family.

Thus, the current conversation came about.

"Tsk..."

Luluwo irritably scratched her hair, glancing at Todd with a murderous gaze, causing him to shrink like a frightened chick.

This famous adventurer... shouldn’t be someone who implicates innocent people, right...?

"Oh, forget it, just go."

Eventually, she waved her hand, showing an expression of not wanting to see Todd anymore.

Todd felt saved like by a great pardon, nodded in thanks, and was about to leave, but was stopped again after just a few steps.

"Wait, you’re a survivor too, right?"

"Yes, yes, I am."

Luluwo thought for a while, took out some miscellaneous items from her bag, handed them to him, and then pulled out the Image Stone for a selfie.

"Great, ’Skyrim Strategy Group sends love across the miles, aids Skamelon survivors,’ this headline will be beautiful."

"...."

Todd looked at her speechlessly, then finally asked, "Can... can I go now?"

"Go ahead, go ahead."

Luluwo didn’t raise her head as she looked at the Image Stone.

"You have a strong smell of the Demon Clan on you."

As Todd was just about to turn around, she suddenly commented.

"Ah... ah?" He shivered, did she find out?

"It’s also the influence left by the Demon King, poor thing."

"Ah, haha..."

Todd chuckled awkwardly, quickly fleeing the scene, not returning to their residence on the construction site until he arrived at the hidden meeting place of the Mad Fire Church, only then did he dare to breathe a sigh of relief.

"The pressure was intense."

He put down the items he was carrying, breathing in the fresh air while wiping away the cold sweat, the joy of survival was wonderful.

"I was ready to go save you, my dear friend."

A voice came from the darkness, a wrinkled arm extended from the shadows, resting on his shoulder.

Then, Dorian’s old face appeared, with his hair and beard all white, looking like a wild old madman from nowhere, but his gaze was clearer than before, even his tone was stabilizing, much different from his previous craziness.