As they enjoyed themselves, sharing communion and praising the gods, Juao felt that he had become completely part of it, and he had never felt so happy, as if all the pain and suffering he had endured for so many years had been for this day.

On this not-so-special day, his god finally offered him kindness.

"Yes, yes, that's the tune. ”

Lia directed Juao and taught him to hum the melody.

Juao had no musical talent, and he tried to sing boat songs with the sailors, only to be warned by the fellows that if he sang along, he would be thrown into the sea.

At that time, Juao was lost for a long time.

"That's right. ”

Liya said and hummed.

This is an ancient, long-forgotten melody, a melody without a name, but it seems to have magical power, although Liya sings very jerky, and there is no famous musician's performance to match, but Hu Ao somehow feels a little sacred, and his heart can't help but revere it.

This melody even alarmed Hercule on the side, who had been observing these people all along, and to be honest, Hercule could not find any useful information, if it weren't for the fact that the action involved this sect, just based on Lia's description, Hercule would have felt that this sect was not so annoying.

It's a pretty good denomination, there is food and drink, everyone is like family, and thinking back to the decaying gospel church, Hercule thinks that maybe in the first days, the gospel church should have been like this.

But...... There is a price for everything, and Hercule does not believe that this Orthodox Church will not take nothing, but if you think about it, these people have no value at all, what price can they pay, what profit can they make.

But just as he was thinking, the familiar melody sounded, and Hercule slowly turned his head and looked at the girl beside him.

"What kind of song is this. ”

Herkel looked serious inside.

"Holy ...... Hymn. ”

Seeing Hercule's serious look, Lia replied directly.

"Anthem?"

It's not a name, it's a category, and if you were to put it that way, Hercule could pull out a large book of hymns from the church.

"Probably, I don't know, but that's what I learned from the cardinals. ”

Lea replied, looking at Hercule's appearance, she felt a little scared.

Hercule was probably aware of his problem, and he collected his emotions before continuing.

"Don't be afraid...... It's just that I have a friend who also knows this melody, and I'm surprised to hear it here. ”

"Is that so?" Liya came alive again, "Then that friend of yours should also be an Orthodox believer, after all, it seems that only the cardinals know about this, and I also learned it secretly...... Wait, your friend isn't at the cardinal's level? ”

Lea's eyes changed when she looked at Hercule, and Hercule didn't bother to answer this, he continued to ask.

"You say cardinal, that's what cardinal you learned. ”

Lea fell silent for a moment, but Hercule was not ready to let go of the little girl easily, he was expressionless, and pressed the girl.

"Okay, okay, don't tell anyone, I often volunteer here, and once I happened to meet a disciple who was humming this song. ”

In his memory, the cardinal strolled forward in the sun, humming an ancient melody in his mouth.

"Actually, I don't know if he's a cardinal, after all, it's a big man, how can I know him, but he's wearing a red robe...... Isn't that what they all say, only the one in red is the cardinal, so I think that person should also be the cardinal. ”

Liya said as she shoved something into her mouth.

"So what does he look like. Hercule then asked.

"Look?"

Ria paused, she thought for a moment and shook her head.

"I didn't see him because the guy was wearing a mask, a black mask. ”

Speaking of this, Liya's expression also changed slightly, recalling the black mask, Liya felt that it might not be a mask, but a wriggling darkness, just like facing the night.

"Is that so......"

Hercule fell silent, not knowing what he was thinking.

He heard the melody that Lia was humming, the nameless hymn.

It had been sung by another man, and the guy was named Lorenzo Holmos, and Hercule remembered the scene when he taught Lorenzo the Palace of Memory, the madman who didn't know what he had found in his own dark memories, and who woke up like an enraged beast.

After venting his anger, Lorenzo collapsed in the corner, his eyes empty, and he was humming this melody at that time.

"It's time for me to leave, the sacrament is good. ”

Hercule stood up and said to Leah.

"Huh, is it so fast?"

Leah tried to keep Hercule.

"I'll ...... Again, Orthodoxy is very good. ”

Hercule soothed him and got up to leave.

Sure enough, the most reliable is yourself, you can find clues by wandering around like this, and you have to rely on this to knock Lorenzo well.

Although he was very cheerful, there was still a dark cloud in Hercule's eyes that could not be dispelled, and this matter was related to Lorenzo's past, and after so much experience, Hercule knew very well that once this ghost thing was related to Lorenzo's unspeakable past......

Think about the end of the Black Mountain Hospital, where such a large airship crashed on the ridge, and the aftermath caused by the scavengers has not been completely cleaned up to this day.

Hercule took a deep breath, contemplating whether to escape back to Invig overnight.

......

"Praise God, praise the Father, praise this wonderful world. ”

The priest continued to read on the stage, and he seemed to be fascinated, but it was not clear to the people who were eating below whether they had heard him or not, at least he had proved to God his piety, or to the people who were watching all this.

Above the underground hall is a hidden second-floor stand, but there are no lights on here, and no one can distinguish it from the darkness.

Currie was sitting on it, shrouded in darkness.

He looked at the laughing crowd below, each with a sincere smile on their faces, and prayed together for the delicious food.

With a contemptuous smile on his pale face, Currie was like a shepherd, and those people were his flock.

"Currie Ferrey. ”

A calm voice rang out from the darkness behind him, and Currie turned to see a man emerge from the darkness.

He was dressed in a blood-soaked robe, and his face was obscured by a dark mask, and it was difficult for Curry to recognize his mask when he looked at it, and at first sight, he even had the illusion that there was no one under the red robe, as if some ghost had lifted him up.

"Imam Lawrence, that's what I can call you, right?"

Currie asked, not the slightest fear of this mysterious being.

"Yes, the name doesn't matter. ”

Lawrence's voice could be heard from under the mask, and he sat on the other side of Currie, his eyes on the crowd below.

"So, is the time set?" asked Lawrence.

"Cardinal Migar has been notified. ”

"That's good. ”

Lawrence seemed to be about to get up and leave, but before he could move, he was stopped by Currie.

"Wait, Imam Lawrence. ”

Currie shouted, looking directly at the mask of silence and speaking slowly.

"Imam Lawrence, a former cardinal of the Evangelical Church, a former patriarch of the Demon Hunting Order, and a current choir patriarch. ”

Still silent, Currie felt the gaze from beneath the mask.

"I don't mean anything else, I just want to get to know you, after all, I'm really curious, what did you do to make the king believe in you so much, and even say that it would speed up the process of all this, establish a choir, raise an army, and ascend the throne of the Orthodox Church......"

Currie couldn't help but shake his head.

"It took me more than ten years to impress the king to make all of this happen, but your arrival was like pressing the accelerator button, and one difficult thing after another was done, and in just a few months, I did what I expected it would take years to complete. ”

"What do you want to say?"

Lawrence replied, perhaps through the mask, that his voice was dull and iron-sounding.

"My whole life has been dedicated to Gaulnalo, but now that a stranger has broken into my home, how do I know if he will burn it all down?"

Currie's voice was calm.

Without any disguise, the atmosphere was solemn.

Staring at the gap between the masks, Currie knew very well that beneath the darkness was Lawrence's pupils, and the darkness trembled little by little, like countless snakes tangled in it, their scales rubbing against each other, making a terrifying rustle.

"But it doesn't matter, Lawrence, and I want to thank you as a stranger. ”

Currie smiled again, his expression inscrutable, like a cold viper.

"Thank me?"

Lawrence was also a little puzzled by the sudden change.

"Thank you for all this, Lawrence, and if it weren't for you, according to my plan, I would have to find a way to kill the king lying in the hospital bed, and then a little bit of Cornell, a weak child, who would have done what I said. ”

Currie stood up and stepped into the darkness, taking a bottle from the shelf and pouring himself and Lawrence a glass each.

"But it will take too long, maybe years, decades, and countless changes in between, after all, those ministers have long looked at me unpleasantly, they have lived so long, they are deeply embedded in the system of power.

I can't confront them head-on, I'm just the head of the Iron Law Bureau after all, and maybe I will die in an assassination attempt if I make a mistake. ”

Currie pushed the glass towards Lawrence, and he drank it to himself.

"But I have a long time to live, even though they want to kill me...... ”

Currie remembered something and said self-deprecatingly.

"I'm just a dog, a vicious dog, so vicious that it threatens to bite its owner, and the owner is afraid of me, but there is no way, the other dogs, when they hear the roar of their enemies, will be frightened and shrink their tails, and only I will rush up and bite their throats. ”

"Interesting, I thought you were a fervent patriot. ”

Lawrence didn't touch the glass, but looked at Currie, and he thought the guy was funny, and actually talked about the big rebellion of subverting the kingdom in front of him.

It was a terrible secret, and now Lawrence knew that he was curious about what would happen next.

"I am indeed a patriot, I love this land, this country, but as for whether it is you or the Garrell family who rules this country, I don't care, I only care about this land, and my purpose. ”

Currie sat back in his place.

Lawrence was stunned, after so many things, there were very few things that could collide with his heart, but what Currie had just done made him completely sluggish.

"You...... Is it serious? Currie Ferrey. ”

"I'm serious, do you think I'm a joker?"

Currie smiled, but then became serious.

"So I'm wondering, Imam Lawrence, what do you really want—wealth, power, or something else?"

"Save the world. ”

Lawrence replied.

"Oh, is that so? Is Gaulinaro also in your rescue?"

The conversation is getting more and more outrageous, and Currie does not question Lawrence's so-called "saving the world" at all, as if he completely believes Lawrence.

"For the survival of all mankind, of course. ”

"In that case, we do have a talk, what do you think?" ”

Lawrence didn't speak, it took a long time for him to slowly raise his hand, and then slowly took off his mask, behind the mask was a young and fair face, the whole presented a neutral sexuality, if it wasn't for Currie knowing Lawrence's identity, others couldn't even tell his gender when they saw him for the first time.

"Oh, I didn't expect Imam Lawrence to be so young. Currie said indifferently.

"You don't look surprised. ”

Lawrence put the mask on the table, perhaps because he hadn't taken it off for too long, and he was actually a little unwell.

"I thought there would be another mask underneath the mask. Currie said.

Lawrence smiled and replied with mixed meaning.

"It's really another mask. ”

"So it looks like you're ready to talk seriously about this thief's plan?"

Currie sat upright.

"No, wait a minute, Currie, I'm curious about you. ”

Lawrence was in no hurry to continue talking, he looked at the guy in front of him, and his heart welled up with a little joy.

It's been a long time since anyone has been able to bring such a feeling to himself, that mystery that is hard to peep into, and if it weren't for the curiosity about Currie's next conversation, Lawrence would really want to invade his [gap] to see what this guy was thinking.

"Curious about what? The reaction is so flat, I just don't think it matters. ”

Currie had been incredibly calm from the moment, he knew very well that with Lawrence's age, he couldn't possibly look so young, and he had been wearing a mask to hide it from the others.

When you think about it, it's a tempting ability, as if you can get eternal life, but Currie is not affected at all and doesn't care about it.

"From the moment you showed you the technique called Secret Blood, I knew that I would not be surprised by what happened to you, let alone rejuvenate," Currie said, "and I also understood that it was the power of a 'miracle', and that only that power could help me achieve my goals." ”

"And what do you want from me? Currie Ferrey. ”

Lawrence wondered what the man in front of him wanted to do at all costs.

It was a deal, a sudden deal.

Currie didn't hesitate, as if he had rehearsed this sentence countless times in his heart.

He replied.

"Destroy the Evangelical Church, kill all faiths. ”