I Became An Immortal On Mortal Realm

However, their treatment was also much higher than that of ordinary believers.

The most important thing was that they were free to come and go and would not be forced to carry out missions of the Church.

In addition.

According to the news that Peggy had just heard.

In theory, the donation of Divine Grace was not a waste. The Order of Calamity had made a public promise to the devout believers.

No matter how much you donate, you will return all the principal after one year, with 20% interest.

This way…

The more you donate, the more interest you can get.

In theory, it was also a good investment.

In fact.

The new members of the Church who became devout believers were all merchants from Cross City.

And most of them had only paid the minimum standard of 1000 gold coins.

It was obvious.

These believers might be even more devout towards gold coins.

Matthew could understand this.

The merchants had joined the Order of Calamity purely for self-preservation, and it was at most a bet between two parties.

After all, the current situation in Cross City was very complicated.

The Druids retreated to the Holy Oak District and ignored the other areas.

The Withered Disciples attacked all living beings as if they had gone crazy.

In contrast, the new Order of Calamity had no intention of attacking or looting the common people.

Therefore, the 1000 gold coins were considered protection fees.

These people probably didn't expect the Order of Calamity to return their capital plus interest after a year.

According to Matthew and Peggy's observations.

The number of devout believers was about 1/15 of that of ordinary believers.

It wasn't a huge number.

However, these people had a lot of influence in Cross City.

As time passed.

This group of people would only grow larger and larger.

By then, the entire Cross City might be filled with the members of the Church of Calamity.

In comparison, the third type of members had the least number, which was the newly joined professionals.

This group was called " tentacles " by the veterans.

It means 'The Tentacles of Yurkus'.

The tentacles were treated the best. Not only did they not have to pay the entrance fee, but they also had food and accommodation, unlimited freedom, and a salary!

But correspondingly.

Becoming a tentacle of the Order of Calamity required strict scrutiny.

Matthew had successfully passed the first two tests with his identity as a necromancer.

He was currently waiting for the final boss's review.

About ten minutes later.

The people at the front of the line came and went one after another. Finally, it was Matthew's turn.

When he passed by the door.

A guard stopped him stiffly.

"You are not allowed to bring anyone else with you when you meet the Patriarch."

Matthew smiled at him maliciously.

"Do you want to become a zombie or a skeleton?"

The guard was furious.

"Are you threatening me, Necromancer?

"I won't fall for your tricks…"

However, a faint voice came from the room.

"Let him in."

The guard snorted coldly and moved his body away resentfully.

Matthew gave him the middle finger.

Soldier and Peggy followed suit when they passed by.

The guard was so angry that he trembled, but he did not dare to do anything.

The room was empty.

There were only two chairs in the middle, and a woman was sitting on one of them.

She looked to be around 27 or 28 years old. She had a head of wavy golden hair, and under her shoulder-length waves were even more dazzling white waves.

Her figure was a little too good.

"Please sit."

The blonde woman's tone was gentle.

Matthew sat down and stared at her waist and chest.

His gaze was rather naked, and he had no intention of hiding it.

The blonde woman was not angry. Instead, she smiled faintly.

"Does it look good?"

Matthew gulped.

"It looks good."

The blonde woman smiled even more charmingly.

"Is that so? It was worth it for me to endure the pain and get someone to remove two of my ribs.

"Do you have something to say to me, handsome?"

Matthew licked his lips.

"I can do the job better."

The blonde woman was stunned.

Matthew explained,

"I'm a professional at rib extraction.

"If you want to remove two more next time, you must come to me. My work will definitely make you enjoy it to the extreme."

The woman's gaze became a little subtle.

She looked at the simple information beside her and let out a teasing snort.

"Are you a Necromancer?"

Matthew nodded.

" Why did you join the Church of Calamity?" she suddenly asked.

Matthew answered without hesitation, "I'm short of money."

The golden-haired woman nodded slightly, her eyes revealing a trace of satisfaction.

It was obvious.

Matthew's answer was very much in line with other people's impressions of necromancers.

"Is there any other reason?" she asked again.

Matthew rubbed his hands.

" I lack materials. I mean, I hope to get a stable source of corpses."

The blonde woman didn't seem surprised.

She covered one of her white thighs with the other and hugged her knees with both hands. Her upper body couldn't help but lean forward, and her fair and plump features fiercely hit Matthew's vision.

" We already have some necromancers in the Church, but if you're strong enough, I can give you some corpses regularly, but the premise is that you have to prove that you're worthy of this treatment," the golden-haired woman said.

Matthew appeared very confident.

" Other than Baiyan City, in the south, my attainments in necromancy are the best!"

The golden-haired woman didn't say anything.

She looked at Matthew's information again.

" It says here that you were active near Swamp Water City. Why did you come to Watcher Highland?"