Chapter 242: Section 178: Your Name (Part Four)
Carterburg, Western District, ancient underground sewer.
Falm Feller, chief preacher at the House of Bliss.
As an ancient sewer from the last era, it had long been abandoned. Nowadays, it was being used as an underground base by the Chaos Cult: House of Bliss. They had established a secret exit atop the ruins of the Western District on the surface.
This had originally been an excellent idea. Those foolish false deity believers didn’t pay much attention to the Western District, so the House of Bliss had always been operating this base with caution. After all, this was the only large base of the emerging Chaos Cult—their previous stronghold at the abandoned fortress had been thoroughly razed, the former Primate had met with an untimely death, and it was thanks to a member who stepped forward to get the cult operating again that Falm held in high esteem.
The House of Bliss worshipped the merciful Mother, a true Deity who could resurrect the dead. Falm had witnessed the resurrection of the deceased with his own eyes.
Within the cult, the believers were as close as a family. These could have been very beautiful days, but recently, the new sanctuary for private liquor designated by the cult’s new leader was siezed, greatly reducing the cult’s income. Before the cult could get the private liquor operation back up and running, that damned Gaiate brat managed to obtain a liquor license and established a large distillery. Now almost all the riffraff in the Western District got their alcohol from this distillery—the liquor it produced was usually given as a reward to people working in food processing plants, and they could also subscribe to it monthly at a very low price.
It was much cheaper than getting it from the cult’s private liquor operation, and within a week, the cult’s financial inflows had halved. What was even worse was that as more and more of the Western District’s riffraff joined those factories, even the ladies who had taken refuge with the organization controlled by the cult were beginning to pull out. It was simply not possible for the cult to control them through mind manipulation—those controlled in such a way were like walking corpses, and if the false Church discovered it, it would be an irrevocable doom.
Perhaps it was time, as His Excellency the Primate had said, to relocate the entire cult to the eastern provinces while the cult’s funds had not yet dried up. The cities there were larger, the population more numerous, and the chaotic urban areas were more suitable for the cult to hide.