Code of Wasteland Survival

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Qi Lin was a little surprised. He didn't expect that the information dealer was actually a black man. It wasn't that he had any racial prejudice against blacks. It was just that the way the other party dressed reminded him of the old days when he was a mercenary. The AK47 was raised above the head to aim at the black uncles who were shooting a few times.

Yes, that's him, John, nicknamed Cheetah. Don't look at him as a black skin, the archbishop of the Mutual Aid Society is not a British guy yet.

Old Xuan Qi Lin said, and then the two watched John walk slowly to the bar and asked the bartender for a drink.

Then, the black John's eyes fell on the wine bottle in front of Qi Lin, his eyes flickered, and he said in slightly broken Chinese: I didn't expect someone to buy such expensive wine.

Hey, John! At this moment, Lao Xuan's head popped out from behind Qi Lin and greeted John.

Oh, it's you, yellow-book! Is this person your friend? John smiled, showing his white teeth that contrasted greatly with his dark skin.

It's the emperor's uncle, not pornography! ... Yes, this buddy is my new friend. He wants to ask you to buy some useful information.

Oh? Is it a new customer? Great! For me, the customer is God—come on, brother, let's find a quiet place. John said Qi Lin with a smile on his face.

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The three of them found a table in the corner, and as soon as John sat down, he said immediately: Hey, I'm the kind of person who is straight...how do you say it in your Chinese dialect...yes, straight and straightforward, and I don't like to beat around the bush, my friend. You can ask for any information you want, from a few moles on a beautiful girl’s butt in the City of Steel to a few lovers kept by the cardinal of the Mutual Aid Society... As long as I know that you have money, these two items are established, Let's just say everything is OK!

How much do you know about mutual aid associations? Qi Lin didn't talk nonsense, and went straight to the point.

Huh? The Mutual Aid Association, the Mutual Aid Association has a lot of information, I don't know which part you want? John was stunned, obviously he had never seen Qi Lin's questioning method.

John, this friend of mine is coming to the City of Steel for the first time— Lao Xuan said, giving John a look.

Oh, so that's the case. If you want to ask about the basic information of the mutual aid association, there is no charge. I'll just treat it as a friend—

How is the grading within the Mutual Aid Association? Also, how many Templars are there? Qi Lin asked. He first wanted to know what kind of status the priest in white clothes he had killed before was probably. How strong is the Templar Knights?

Grade? Do you mean the level? The highest level is naturally the founder of the Mutual Aid Society, the archbishop, but now basically few people have seen the true face of the archbishop. It seems that only those elite Templar knights once a week I can see him in the blessing.

Below the archbishop, there are four cardinals, who are also the actual managers of the current mutual aid association. They are in charge of the four areas of the port area. Each cardinal has three black-clothed bishops as assistants.

The port area? Which area of ​​the port area is this? Qi Lin asked, pointing to the ceiling riveted with steel plates above his head.

The holy ship does not belong to the port area. It is managed by the Archbishop and the Knights Templar directly under him, John said.

Oh, go on, what about the black-clothed bishop?

Below the bishop in black, there are three levels of priests, deacons, and priests.

Priest, deacon, priest? Qi Lin thought for a while, isn't this the god level of Christianity in the old days? It seems that most of the settings of this mutual aid society are imitated from the old Christianity.

The priest is the grassroots manager of the mutual aid association, responsible for leading the new members of the mutual aid association. There are also a small number of priests who belong to the Knights Templar establishment. The deacons are generally responsible for the commercial and industrial chores in the city. Priests speak much less than the priests and deacons, and mainly preside over some small and medium-sized sacrifices and ceremonies. As for the rest, they are ordinary mutual aid members. Mutual aid associations are generally referred to as brothers and sisters, and we outsiders generally call them believers. John said quickly, and then added: If you want to join the mutual aid association, I know several people who are very well-connected. Many priests brought out by them have become deacons and Templars.”

No, thank you. I just don't understand the structure of this mutual aid association, and I'm just a little curious. Qi Lin waved his hand.

It seems that the priest he killed before should be a knight commander.

Understood. John said with a smile, You newcomers are all the same. To be honest, I almost joined the mutual aid club at the beginning, but later I felt that the rules in the mutual aid club are too strict, and it is really not suitable for me... Well, that idiom How do you say it... suave? Ah, no, a vagabond, that's right... It's really not suitable for a vagabond like me to be in it, so I gave up being a noble priest and became a free information businessman.

What about the Knights Templar? When I was in Thunder City, I heard that it was only a small organization of more than a hundred people, but now that I see it, why do the Knights Templar seem to be everywhere in the city?

Ah, Thunder City! My younger brother is working in a business over there. I don't know if you've seen him? He's about the same height as me, and he wears an extra-large nose ring on his nose—

Qi Lin touched the tip of his nose. In his memory, there were not many foreigners in Thunder City, and even fewer black people. As for the people he had dealt with, there were none.

I haven't seen it. Qi Lin shrugged.

Okay. Then let's get down to business... Where did you ask just now? Templars? Oh oh, there were not many people at first, and the requirements for joining were very strict, but later the people from the Mutual Aid Association found several people in the military port. After opening the arsenal, the number of people suddenly swelled. As the official military force of the Mutual Aid Association, the number now seems to be more than 3,000, and hundreds of people sign up every day.

More than three thousand? Qi Lin was a little surprised. In the wasteland, it is already a terrifying force to gather more than one thousand players with weapons and equipment. The number of Templar Knights can actually reach three thousand. many?

You must know that these are not the rabble of the Thunder City Dragon Slayer Battle Fort back then, the real fanatics, the kind of enthusiasm for faith, is simply more terrifying than the low-level NPC soldiers who will not betray.

Not to mention, in this templar army, there is also a lot of power armor... No wonder those big consortiums dare not easily provoke the city of steel even if they have many advanced evolutionaries.

Then to join the Templars, what are the requirements—

Just as Qi Lin was halfway through speaking, the curtain of the Holy Light Bar was thrown wide open, and more than a dozen heavily armed Templars rushed in murderously, guarding all the entrances to the bar.

Everyone here, sit in their seats and don't move. We are looking for a heretic whose ID is 9527. According to reliable information, this heretic brutally killed a priest in white and 14 others at the outer checkpoint. The Templars, and a large group of loyal believers of the Lord God, we suspect that this person may have sneaked into the Holy City. If anyone here has seen this person, as long as they can provide useful information, whether they are fellow members of the Mutual Aid Society or not, the Mutual Aid Society will have Give him a big reward!

A knight commander in a white fraternal robe of the Mutual Aid Society, under which was a ferocious battle armor made of mutated biological leather, stood in the open space in the center of the bar and said loudly.

Thanks to the book friend [North City Speed ​​Knife] for your reward and support!