World Occult User Guide

The pus spurting from the dead man's eye sockets covered the camera lens with stains. Even the celebrities in Kinshasha, who were in the "Kingdom of Gods and Humans", were slightly stunned.

"Cut off the communication over there!" Misulu shouted sharply.

The dead person turned into a screen of snowflakes under the control. Many people did not react. Fouquet quickly cleared his throat and continued to host as if nothing happened.

The third important notice is about the distribution of mystics and the expansion of Yggdrasil’s staff.

To put it simply, the consulting department will send a team of four mystics to screen each celebrity's organization for occult enthusiasts to find out those who will soon attract the "Comes" spiritual medium to participate in the training of newcomers.

After the training, everyone will receive an adaptive mysterious prototype passed by the ranger using the [edit] function as a reference. When they are officially awakened, they will be assigned to the instructor department under the jurisdiction of Misuru to continue training.

Only after passing Misulu's assessment can these people officially join World Tree.

The celebrities were influenced by [The Kingdom of Humans and Gods] and listened very seriously, but the rangers were a little distracted.

They were too impressed by the scene where the dead man's eyeballs exploded and he refused to rest in silence.

After the meeting, the technicians cleaned up the scene, and everyone turned their attention to Lin An.

"It was a kind of hoodoo," he said. "Someone remotely controlled the celebrity through weird voodoo and said those words through his mouth."

"Voodoo..." Everyone chanted this mind-numbing word.

"Fouquet, do you know anything about the local Hoodoo Cult?"

"There are basically not many hoodoo believers in Kinshasa. They are all distributed among the primitive tribes of the Great Rift Valley. They are especially prosperous among the Kikuyu, Luhya, Kalanjin and Maasai tribes in Bukavu." Fouquet mused, "But I don't think it's them."

"Why?"

"According to my ticket information, Kapender Kumasi went to Lacon O, and his destination was Abishan, Ivory Coast."

"Abishan..."

"Ah, my Lacon O, my construction base." Fu Bin murmured to himself. Because of the civil war in La Con O, he was forced to live in exile and was almost sold to a mine to do illegal work. "I don't know what that means. What's the situation on the other side?"

No one responded. The Bantu people didn't care about the life or death of the Lakon'o people. This was a country that had invaded them. Lin An, the only one who knew some of the inside story, remained silent.

This answer is destined to be cruel.

Kevin mentioned that the Red Poppy Chamber of Commerce sent "peacekeeping troops" to Laconao. They claimed to be helping Nanzhou quell the civil strife, but Lin An always felt that the Chamber of Commerce was the culprit of the civil war.

After all, Bantu's current suffering is all thanks to the Flanders' lack of virtue in the past.

"Book me a ticket to Lacon O." Lin An told Fouquet.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Forester, but there are no planes available at the Kinshasa airport, let alone a pilot." Fouquet said with a hint of embarrassment, "When I went there last time, someone was raising chickens there. Plant cassava on both sides of the runway.”

I almost forgot that Bantu planes were dismantled and sold by the defeated presidential army, the international transportation company Red Poppy Chamber of Commerce fled, and companies from neighboring countries were asking for a ton of gold before they agreed to open routes.

"Let's consider this matter in the long run."

No one had any objection.

The weird and unpredictable Hu Du Cult, the eyeing Red Poppy Chamber of Commerce, and post-war reconstruction, the heavy work is like a huge mountain, making people frown and look sad.

Until a cheerful and pure voice broke through the gloom.

"Is the meeting over?"

Mezzo came pushing a dining cart, covered with a mysterious curtain.

Lin An twitched his nose and smelled an intoxicating aroma.

"You prepared afternoon tea." Edward's eyes lit up, "Thank you so much! Oh, God, what a good news!"

"Yes, today is the New Year's Eve festival." Meizuo opened the curtain of the dining car with a smile, and a variety of desserts came into view.

Fried bananas, fried coconuts and various fried starch balls are piled together, and the shiny surface is covered with a thick layer of honey, which is crystal clear.

"Oh, my God." Edward sighed again, noticing the confused looks of the Bantu people, he quickly made up his mind, "Miss Mezo, what is the New Year's Eve Festival?"

"At the end of every year, the Spotted Lion Tribe holds a bonfire party. We sing and dance next to the fire, and it ends with a sumptuous meal." Mezzo said, "It's a pity that we can't hold a formal ceremony, so we can only use this instead - I’ve been doing these things for a long time!”

"Sounds a bit like Winterfest."

"The festival used by the Savior to celebrate the birth of the Messiah originated from paganism. To be precise, it was a Zoroastrian religion called Mithras near South China." Lin An said, "Actually, according to historians' research, The Messiah is most likely born in the summer.”

"What?!" Edward was shocked.

"Mithraism worships the sun god Mithras, and the birth date of the sun god Sol Invictus is the winter solstice with the shortest day of the year on the ancient Roman calendar, that is, December 25."

"The divinity of Mithras, the sun god, is the "invincible god of war." After being introduced to Rome, he was highly praised by Roman warriors and was gradually promoted to the patron saint of the Roman Empire. In 274 AD, December 25th was Positioned as the national day of the Empire.”

“After Emperor Constantine recognized Christianity in 313 AD, he regarded the sun god of Mithraism and the God of the Savior as the same god, and combined the religions together, and the Winter Festival was born.”

Lin An introduced it while picking up the fried banana and throwing it into his mouth.

"Therefore, it is normal for the New Year's Eve festival of the Spotted Lion Tribe to be similar to the Winter Festival."

"Lin." Cold fingers held his arm, and Mezzo took out a glass jug from under the dining car with a mysterious smile, "You kept your vows and spent the New Year of 2039 with us. "

"That's..." Lin An stared at her glass pot without blinking.

"I searched all over Kinsasha and finally found it in a merchant's warehouse!" Mezo poured the steaming liquid into a wooden cup. "Try it, is this coffee?"

Lin An held up this wooden cup, which was not very suitable for drinking coffee, with both hands, and the warm breath spread through his skin.

After hesitating for a moment, he took a sip.

The rich bitterness of the coffee filled the tip of the tongue, and the rich and slightly sour taste flowed into the brain like an electric current. Lin An carefully swallowed it, closed his eyes, and felt the faint aroma remaining in the nasal cavity.

"How?" Mezzo asked nervously.

"Oh yeah." It was Fu Bin who answered her. He mixed a cup of milk coffee while Lin An was in a daze, drank it in one gulp, and smacked his lips with unfinished content, "In high school, I used Xing Jiu Ke to show off. At that time, I felt like this That stuff is the best coffee in the world.”

"Xingjiu Ke? Are you kidding, Mr. Fu." Edward came back to his senses, "Xing Jiu Ke's coffee is simply essence! No - it's bath water!"

"At least thirty or forty dollars a cup."

"In my opinion, any food from the Eagle Kingdom is assembly line fast food and cannot be put on the countertop." Edward picked up the coffee pot, "Let me teach you how to taste coffee correctly, Mr. Fu, double espresso is the truth. "

"Mr. Roberts, what food do you like to eat?"

“Smoked Salmon Scones.”

Fu Bin rolled his eyes without leaving any trace and muttered in Chinese: "As expected of you." Sensing Edward's doubtful gaze, he nudged Lin An with his elbow, "What do you think? Vote for cappuccino. Or Ice Eagle style?”

"Me?" Lin An came back to his senses like he was waking up from a dream, "Double concentration."

"Thank you!"

Edward glared at Fu Bin, who didn't care.

"You can't even accept the caramel macchiato. If I have the chance to give you a try of Dragon Kingdom's coriander latte and preserved egg coffee, it will drive you crazy."

"Haha, what do you think of fried dumplings with mutton offal and steamed buns with curry fries?"

"Depend on……"

"So is it good or not?" Meizuo asked again persistently, "Lin, why do you keep holding your coffee in a daze?"

"It tastes good, Mezzo, you worked hard." Lin An rubbed the edge of the cup, "It's just that the taste... makes people nostalgic. This time last year, my friends and I were drinking coffee. I am Mocha, they They are Double Espresso, Cappuccino and Ice Eagle.”

"January 2038? Alas, I was still an expatriate with a worrying future at that time, and now I am an expatriate with a worrying life." Fu Bin sighed inappropriately, "It is only one year, but it feels like a year has passed. Century long."

"Mr. Forester, do you want to recreate that scene?" Edward said thoughtfully.

"No need, people always have to look forward." Lin An raised his coffee and smiled slightly, "Happy New Year, everyone."

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"Crunch, crunch."

The dim light swayed, and the serrated blade cut the bread as hard as a stone. The chef put a piece of dried meat on the slice, spread it with jam, and handed it to the person sitting on the plastic stool.

"Mr. O'Connor, your lunch."

"Thanks, Maori brother. But I already told you, just call me David." The young man raised the flashing screen of his mobile phone. "You would never imagine how explosive the email I received this morning was."

"Sorry, I can't read English."

"I'll read it to you."

David cleared his throat and explained the content.

Dear David O'Connor,

As the Lord of [World Tree], I sincerely invite you, as the representative of [World Pentecostal Holy Grace Organization], to discuss cooperation with us on the following 19 items. for details, see attached.

Please go to the Northeast Gate entrance of the Capitol Building at 1 pm on January 10, 2039.

I'm looking forward to your arrival.

Your friend at a certain point in time,

Forester. (End of chapter)