Kaidan Game Train: A Chapter 1733: Lock-on Target

Chapter 1733: Chapter 1733: Lock-on Target

The two were quite familiar with each other, but didn’t talk much about this topic. After a while, Mr. Wei got up to leave, and the lecturer saw him to the door. When he returned to the office, a Cultist walked over from the side door, saying sympathetically, "He’s here again."

The lecturer handed over the money to him to deal with, "Deposit it into the public account."

The Cultist, while working, couldn’t help but say, "What’s the use of this? These people have been dead for more than a hundred years. Why buy small snacks... Moreover, this money can’t be used on the dead at all."

The lecturer gave him a warning glance, "Keep your mouth shut."

The Cultist grudgingly finished the task and stord out of the office.

The lecturer shook his head helplessly and returned to his desk to complete his work.

But soon after, the office door opened again, and the lecturer went out, found the Cultist who was angrily pulling weeds, and sighed, "How many tis have I told you, but you still don’t rember."

The Cultist didn’t look back when he heard his voice, but angrily said, "Aren’t all the people in the Cult our brothers and sisters? Why deceive them? The large amounts of money donated by Believers every year are actually used to train Players. No one cares about the deceased. I secretly went to check last ti, it’s been a long ti since anyone cleaned there. Mr. Wei still wants to buy food to pay respects to them... If he knew that his years of persistence amounted to nothing, I don’t know how heartbroken he would be!"

"This is not about deceiving them, but giving them spiritual consolation," the lecturer said. "Telling him the truth will only cause him more pain."

"I don’t understand, it’s such a small thing, just do it properly," the Believer said. "Why use this thod to deceive both the living and the dead!"

The young Believer clearly began to doubt his faith. At this ti, the lecturer said, "Do you know who these deceased people were?"

"I do," the Believer glanced back at him, "You’ve told , they were people who died in the mines and had no relatives, we’ve been worshipping them all this ti, but for such a long ti now, the Cult doesn’t pay attention to them, why not just stop caring for them altogether?"

"These are the spiritual foundation of Seventeen Facets," the lecturer said. "We are inseparable from Halesmite, and besides, it’s only been a hundred years, mory hasn’t faded, how could these people be totally erased?"

The Believer couldn’t accept this reason, "Could it be that what the people at Hales say is also false? Hales wouldn’t be what it is today without the sacrifices of these people, right?"

The lecturer didn’t answer this question. The Believer insisted for a while before giving up and said dispiritedly, "I get it, it’s because people from more than a hundred years ago, so have lived until now, while others have already died..."

He didn’t get an answer, but Mr. Wei, who was still at the lecture hall, uttered vague information, "...there’s no need for them to die, their sacrifices were aningless."

This over a hundred-year-old man’s eyes were moist, but under Xu Huo’s guise as the "lecturer