What! Our family is actually the descendant of the evil god?.

Eros let out a long breath, smiled bitterly and said, "Do I have any choice now?"

The man grinned even wider after he finished speaking: "Welcome, our new companion."

As he spoke, he reached out and picked up the note on the scale, held it in front of his eyes and glanced at it.

After he took the note, the golden scale gradually faded and disappeared.

Originally, he just wanted to introduce the organization to this newcomer so that he could get the potion formula as quickly as possible, but he got so excited that he almost started preaching.

Fortunately, he did not hate this feeling, but liked it very much because he had a strong sense of belonging to the Profanity Club.

After writing down the potion formula, he gave the note to his companions, and then continued to explain to Eros with a smile:

"Remember to keep the blasphemous ring in your hand. It will give you a reminder every time you hold a party."

"If you lose it, you will no longer be able to attend the gathering. You can only wait for the organization to scatter rings around the world again, and then find a way to obtain another blasphemous ring."

Eros thought for a moment and said, "Is the party held at a fixed time?"

The man shook his head: "The time of the party is decided by the Speaker. As long as there is a Speaker who wants to hold a party, then the party can be held."

"Before the party officially begins, we can trade various seals, materials, potion formulas, and knowledge in this hall."

"By the way, those members from the Dark Sea don't accept paper money. You can buy them with gold or spiritual essence, or you can barter."

Eros thanked him sincerely: "Thank you!"

Hearing Eros' thanks, the man smiled happily again and reminded him:

"If you can't understand what the members from the Dark Sea are saying, you can buy some Tongues Spells at the party."

Eros smiled a little embarrassedly and said:

"I didn't know what the ring was for, so I didn't carry anything else with me during the experiment."

The person who was talking to Eros seemed to be in a good mood.

He immediately took out a talisman made of copper from the inside of his black robe and handed it to Eros.

"This is a spell to understand languages. It lasts for one day. It's a gift for the news about the party you bought."

Eros took it and thanked him again.

The man waved his hand and said to Eros:

"We also have to go find what we need. Well, let's part ways now."

After saying this, the three men walked to the other side, and Eros watched them disappear into the crowd.

Thinking back to the man's description of the Blasphemy Club, Eros shook his head, feeling quite emotional.

Do you think you can fight against the Orthodox Church that has dominated the world for several epochs with only seven Sequence 2 or Sequence 1 people?

Isn't this too much of a disrespect for the Orthodox Church?

Who gave them this confidence? That so-called Void Temple?

So what even if this so-called Void Temple is a divine artifact?

It’s not like the church is without sacred artifacts, and there’s more than one.

Only by truly understanding the Orthodox Church can one understand firsthand what kind of giant it is.

There are nine such behemoths in the world.

Not to mention that there are no gods in the Blasphemy Club. Even if there are gods, they have to hide in front of the Orthodox Church.

But the purpose of the Blasphemy Club is very interesting. To control your own destiny?

But if you don’t become a god, how can you control your own destiny?

Once you become a god, you have to develop believers and anchor your own humanity in order to stabilize your own humanity. Isn't this returning to the starting point?

If you want to control your own destiny, you have to become a god, and to become a god you have to manipulate the fate of believers.

The dragon slayer eventually becomes the dragon? Or do the top brass of the blasphemous club not aspire to ascend the throne and achieve greatness?

Is there really someone in this world who doesn't desire to become a god?

What a contradictory organization.

After laughing for a moment, Eros gathered his wandering thoughts and activated the language spell in his hand.

As the spell was activated, the originally obscure language around him suddenly became very simple, making it easy for people to understand what the other party was saying.

In this way, Eros, with the help of the power of the language spell, began to wander around the hall.

I want to deepen my understanding of the Profanity Club through communication with other party members.

As he walked, a conversation caught his attention.

Just in front of him, several men who were not disguised were gathered together and communicating.

Among them was a middle-aged man with flaxen hair and a rough face dressed like an adventurer. He looked at the man in front of him who was dressed in rags and looked like a tramp and asked with some curiosity:

“Brice, haven’t you figured out how to perform your Sequence 4 promotion ceremony yet?”

The homeless man named Brice sighed and said weakly:

"It's not that easy to advance to Sequence 4. My ritual requires that everyone in a large city be financially poor."

"That's a big city. There must be so many warlocks here, maybe even some extraordinary beings."

"If they find out that I'm secretly influencing them and turning them all into paupers, I'll die a miserable death."

"Therefore, we need to be very careful when choosing a big city, and try to choose a city with fewer strong people."

"If you have a suitable target, please let me know. I will be very grateful to you."

When the man dressed as an adventurer heard Brice say that he wanted to thank him, his expression changed slightly and he waved his hands repeatedly, saying:

"I don't need your thanks. After you thanked me last time, I was unlucky for a month. My valuables kept disappearing inexplicably, and I always failed in my missions."

"If I didn't have the strength to steal other people's food, I think I would have starved to death."

The man named Brice scratched his head embarrassedly.

"I didn't mean to bring you bad luck. You know, this is the path we take."