Cthulhu Gonfalon

“Sui Xiong” opened his eyes. He felt that he had a headache, like he was being bombed in waves with a thousand mushrooms by Team Lead Timo.

Many messy things were spinning around in his mind. There were tidbits of his life on Earth; there were also many inexplicable things that were not related to him.

Nobles, territory, Gods, magic…

What the hell is this!

He wanted to sit up straight, but he felt worn out all over. He raised his head up but fell back onto the pillow which made his headache worse.

He startled the maidservant who was watching over him. The maidservant named Esther was good looking. She watched him in surprise. She then dashed out and shouted, “The baron is awake! The baron is awake!”

A hubbub of noises was heard and many people rushed over. Among them, many were as surprised as the maidservant. More than one of them who he was awake knelt down with tears over their faces as they prayed to some God.

But… he also noticed that although some people were smiling, their eyes had a faint hint of surprise and gloominess.

The hell! Am I traversing? The situation seems to be quite terrible!

As a youngster that always read online novels, he quickly understood his situation.

Hence, he used his feeble voice to speak so everyone could get quieter and stop the noise, to tell them that he needed to rest.

The people who should have been his subordinates immediately followed his orders and returned in silence. Only the maidservant stayed to take care of him.

Sui Xiong closed his eyes and started organizing his thoughts slowly.

A few days later, Baron Keane, who had been sick for almost two months and whom a pastor said would be dead, magically recovered.

A pastor who diagnosed him before checked thoroughly and expressed in surprise that although Little Crick was still weak, he was alright and that he would only need to rest for a month or two until he was fully recovered.

“It must be bestowed upon by the song of remote past!” the pastor said with confidence. “Little Crick’s situation is definitely impossible for a commoner. Only a gift from a great majesty could heal him.”

It quickly became a topic of conversation among the upper class. Many nobles were shocked and interested.

The God of Art and Culture has such talent? Many were suspicious.

One must know that the God of Art and Culture was excluded by the church of the God of Nobles to the point that He had no place to set foot. Hence, He moved to the Void Mask Theme Park. If it weren’t for the great jellyfish God Majesty, the follower of the Master of Mystery couldn’t have maintained a large-scale temple!

If the God of Art and Culture really had such capabilities, why didn’t He show it when the church of the God of Nobles excluded His church?

Sometime before, the nobles that believed in the God of Art and Culture died one after another…

Or maybe… That was what the Master of Mystery meant? The Majesty that was exceptionally great, even among various Gods, finally decided to lend a helping hand to His useless follower? Or maybe He intended to counterattack the overbearing yet beautiful and elegant traditional Chinese woman (the God of Nobles)?

Various speculations were spread. There was a rapid subterranean flow on the upper of Duchy of Thunder all of a sudden. Faintly, there was also a strong storm in the making.

But all of this had nothing to do with “Crick Keane,” temporarily.

Sui Xiong who had become “Crick Keane” was slowly understanding and mastering the memory that was left in the body from the previous owner.

Firstly, he had to thank the original owner of the body, Crick Keane.

Compared to those that merely had a body, or those whose souls traversed but had no information for reference, his starting point was way better. Crick Keane basically kept all his memory, from as little as a piece of paper, to a book, to the culture in the world; regardless of big or small matters, they were left to him like a huge encyclopedia.

It was a precious inheritance that was indescribable. By fully taking in and utilizing the inheritance, he could smoothly take over the identity of Crick Keane without being spotted by anyone.

Secondly, he was a little vexed, because he realized that his situation was not too good. Baron Keane was one of the very few believers in the God of Art and Culture in Duchy of Thunder. He was also one of the main sponsors of the church of the God of Art and Culture. In his territory, there was even a small-scale temple for the God of Art and Culture.

For Duchy of Thunder, even to the world, the church of the God of Nobles was squeezing out the church of the God of Art and Culture. As for the nobles that believed in the God of Art and Culture, many of them died an unknown death. Crick who was “dying of an illness” was already considered normal; there were even those that died by choking on water or having a stroke in a brothel…

The God of Nobles was too straightforward and too shameless!

In the end, he had to thank the person that let him traverse because he had a great golden finger, something similar to the game system. Not only could he appraise various items quickly; most importantly, he could see the attributes of the people around him.

For instance, himself, Crick Keane: strength eight, constitution nine, action ten, sensitivity 12, intelligence 14, charm 12, reputation 400, working as a level two feudal lord, level four scholar. Current status: “noxious residue.”

Mm, noxious residue.

The poor Crick Keane didn’t die of sickness, but poison!

He had to thank the person that allowed him to traverse, as he helped him with the poison. Otherwise, he might have died of the poison right after traversing.

Another example: his servant, Amyveile, strength eight, constitution 12, action 12, sensitivity ten, intelligence ten, charm 12, reputation 50, working as a level six servant, loyalty 100.

Er, the most important attribute of all would be loyalty!

His golden finger system wasn’t like those in the novels that could send him missions and increase his experiences, but it could display his underlings’ loyalties. He had to sing the praises of the person that allowed him to traverse again.

To his current self, “loyalty” was too important!

Relying on the assistance of the system, he could quickly run through his underlings. Among most of them, loyalties were on the high end, averagely above, and rightly so. It could be seen that Crick Keane was quite a good feudal lord. He was especially at ease about Baron Keane’s butler, Layton, and his captain of guards and chief of knights, James. Their loyalties were also 100!

His personal servant, butler, and captain of guards were loyal, top notch! He got the likes of them 32 times!

In his troops, the lowest loyalty would be the chef.

Zero.

Hey! Loyalty zero… This is quite bad! Could it be you that poisoned Crick Keane to death? It must be you!

There were a few workers that had very terrible loyalty: two, three, five… Besides Amyveile, the rest of the workers’ loyalties were quite bad, no one was up to ten.

When “Crick” saw these peoples’ loyalties, he nearly scolded.

D*mn! The house is heavily infiltrated! This is exactly like the video that was spread across the Internet, “Bureau of Investigation and Statistics Secret Meeting: There’s a Kuomintang Among Us!”

As for the other underlings, the situation wasn’t much better.

After going through all the underlings carefully, “Crick” made a decision.

This territory needs a spring cleaning!