While Mrs. Myers was in Middletown, doing her housewife work, Carlo was at the center of downtown, wearing his cotton cloak, walking over the paved roads of the Downtown area of Hoverdam.
He had been told to look around the city, to get to familiarize himself with his new ho. He, and the other mbers of his organization. He had traveled to all corners of the city, with the Downtown being his last stop before he ets up with his buddies in a designated location.
During his tour of the wealthy city, he noticed a few things. First, the quality of air decreased as he travel further inland into the city, with the area with the smoggiest and dirtiest air of them all being the 'Industrial District 1'.
The second was the rise of this new architectural and fashion style of 'Arteco'. The third and final difference was the increasing appearance of convenience items in the markets, at a cheap price.
Growl
His stomach yelled. Carlo was starting to feel a little hungry. As he had quite a few coins to spare, while also craving sothing fancy, he decided to eat sothing from Downtown for a change. He had heard that the places here were going through a culinary revolution of their own.
Carlo walked inside a fancy bakery, which featured polished wooden floors, with painted white walls. The air inside of the building turns away from a sulfurous, smoggy sll, to one of the freshly baked goods on the counters, reaching his nose.
He walks up to the counter, and orders a few goods that he would eat right then and there. The baker handed him a clean wooden plate, with the food items that Carlo had demanded. He then paid for the food and walked over to a table and eat.
He found his plate occupied by a 'croissant', toasted bread with jam, and a glass of water. From what Carlo heard, the 'croissant' and plenty of food items within the bakery ca from the palace itself. Many people, especially Carlo himself, wondered who was inside those walls, making these weird, yet delicious food items.
Once he was finished eating, he got up and left the bakery. He then walked over to a tram station, where he waited till a tram arrive, ready to take him to his destination. The tram quickly arrives and he hops on. It delivers him to another tram station, where he gets off.
He then walks over to a 5 story building, where he is supposed to be eting with his fellow colleagues. He entered the building and walks up to the top floor. There, he had to knock on the door and speak the password before being let in.
Inside, there were many people, all wearing the cloaks that they had spent their hard-earned money on. They were all sitting around wooden chairs, with their hands on top of the wooden desk.
"Was I late?" Carlo asked.
"No. You are just in ti. The boss is about to get ready. Go take a seat," the guard replied. Carlo listened to the man and sat on a chair. He then waited for the eting to start.
"Attention everyone! Attention!" the man on the lone front end of the table speaks.
"Now, I will speak out your nas, before we shall start this eting. I shall speak out your nas. Code nas, to be exact. Rico?"
"Present."
"Gerry?"
"Present."
"Carlo?"
"Present." This continued on for a while, until it was confird at all the mbers invited to the eting had arrived.
"Alright. Now that we know everyone is here, I would like to start this eting with a question directed at you all. Have you all been adjusting to your new lives?" The n all nod in unison.
"Wonderful! Now, I need you all to tell where you all currently live. This way I can send ssengers for any upcoming etings to your hos. You shall write it down on the piece of paper I will pass around."
The leader then proceeded to hand over the paper. As he said, the n all wrote it down on the paper, before passing it on to others. Eventually, after everyone had written down their nas, as well as the place they live, they handed it back to the leader.
"Alright. With that out of the way, we shall move on to the next part," The leader coughed first, before starting to speak again.
pαndα`noνɐ1--сoМ "As you all know, gentlen. Due to the great travesty that is the First Continental War, the Angelisist Church has found itself destroyed, with its remaining disciples either killed or entered hiding.
We are here, to start a long journey, to fix this great mistake, and to save humanity! We shall slowly convert the people back to our side, dethrone the heretic queen, and reinstate the pope once more!
We shall start today, by converting the people of this very city to our cause. We shall then expand to the rest of the kingdom, and then to the entire continent." The man takes a deep breath.
"I proclaim this to be the founding of the New Angelisist Movent. A way in which we can all organize ourselves to fight for our cause." A wave of applause erupted inside the room as he finished. As soon as the claps died down, he continued.
"The purpose of every mber of this group, out to try and convert as many people as you possibly can to our cause.
We shall spread the ssage of this new movent to the people of this city, by making friends, and family. We shall offer community, and companionship to them. All while, eliminating anyone who dares stand in our way."
The n clap once again.
"Thanks to the funds we have received from the preachers, we will not have to worry about any financial trouble and be free to conduct our mission.
I advise you, gentlen, to only ask for money from the movent only in case you need it. We will need all the money we can get, and I would not like it to be spent on worthless items present in the markets. Now, do you all have any questions?"
The room was silent. It appears that everyone had nothing in mind that they wanted the leader to clarify. With that, the eting finished, and the mbers were allowed to leave.
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