"Charles, how are you feeling, what the hell happened just now, and why do I ...... Don't remember anything?"

When Olive came to her senses with her forehead on her forehead, she found herself sitting on the sofa in the reception room, and she looked around blankly, and immediately jumped up and grabbed Charles's arm, anxiously asking him if he felt any discomfort.

"There was no discomfort just now....... I don't know what's going on, it must be that Brother Hardy's Holy Light Technique is a special reason!" Charles touched his sister's little head, and there was a bit of a headache to figure out.

But the female knight Lola is not so easy to fool, "Lord Earl, I always feel that something is abnormal, I have also seen the exorcism ritual of the Church of Light, it doesn't seem to be like this, just a moment....... It's as if we've been through something. ”

"What do you think it should look like? Are you satisfied that I should be transformed into an evil monster on the spot? Do you now suspect that I am the devil and erase your memory?"

“........”

"If you have any doubts, go to the Church of Light and ask Brother Hardy, don't ask me again!"

Charles shook off the old man's temper, flicked his arms and walked back angrily.

Since it doesn't make sense, then don't explain it, let your brains make it up for yourself!

"No one is allowed to ask Brother Hardy about this, not including you....... Lola. Olivi, who is less than a meter and a half meters tall, came back to her senses and made a conclusion in a sonorous voice.

Hardy Merce walked briskly along the white granite corridor of Russell's Church Square, and the passing light believers stopped to salute him when they saw this usually gentle and cultivated exorcist monk, but the cold-faced Hardy Merce turned a blind eye.

Hardy Merce hurried into the church, through the dimly lit and solemn preaching hall, and up the stairs behind the altar to the second floor.

The second floor of Russell Chapel is dedicated to the living quarters of the church's important clergy, which are not accessible to ordinary church servants, where Hardy Merce and his teacher, Bishop Kelvin Leslie, live, as well as a theological library for several clergy.

"Don't bother me!"

Hardy Merce went straight to the reference room, nodded to the knight of the church guard at the door of the reference room, took out the special key, opened the door and walked in.

There are no windows in the data room, only a few small ventilation holes, and the dim beam of light casts down, filling the space with a hazy sense of secrecy.

Hardy Merce, who was already a seventh-rank superlative, didn't care about the lighting conditions, he locked the door and searched anxiously along the rows of bookshelves.

"This is it!"

Hardy Merce found the book he needed in the corner of the shelf, a manuscript that looked old, the yellowed paper was full of scribbled handwriting, and it seemed very casual and substandard compared to the beautiful font of other theological texts.

"The pious Shelcema was favored by the gods, and his whole being turned into the sun, and the pure light shone on the Crassel Church, so that people could not see anything other than the light, and when the light disappeared, Xersema's deformed body returned to normal, and he changed from an ordinary person to a benevolent of light....... Others only feel the power of the light, but they cannot touch the sacredness of the light. ”

Hardy Merce, holding the manuscript in his hand, read softly, and his eyes changed, sometimes reverent, sometimes envious, sometimes ...... Eat one's heart out.

"Why him? He has only believed in the light for more than ten years, but I have been almost thirty years old, am I not religious enough?"

Hardy Merce couldn't help muttering, and then immediately came to his senses, bowed his head and crossed his chest, and whispered silently: "The light is above, your pious servant sincerely confesses to you, I just desire to be accepted by the light, so that I can give all my heart to the light, not jealous of the divine favor of the Count of Bayonne......."

"Poof!"

A sneer came from the darkness behind the bookshelf, and Hardy Merce, who was slightly agitated, instantly woke up, grabbed the silver scepter leaning on the shelf, and the spiritual power in his body was quickly injected into it, and the scepter shone brightly.

"Who is it?"

Hardy Merce held the glowing scepter in front of him, and quickly moved sideways to the aisle next to the bookshelf, looking warily in the direction of the source of the laughter.

"Hehehe! I'm really sorry, I ...... It's a person who can't hold back his laughter, and it really bothers ......."

In a dimly lit corner of the data room, a figure slowly walked out.

This figure is a little strange, although he walked out of the dim corner, but the whole person still looks a little blurry, and there seems to be a layer of gray fog on his body that cannot be dispersed, blocking the sight of ordinary people.

But Hardy Merce was no ordinary person, and the holy light on his silver scepter suddenly brightened a little, shining on the blurred figure, dispelling the gray fog and revealing the true face of the other party.

Medium-sized, dressed as a commoner, with a wide robe that obscured his figure, he looked as ordinary as the dazed and helpless believers in the preaching hall on the first floor of the church, except for his gray-green eyes.

"It's you, you're ...... Still hiding here!"

Hardy Merce was stunned at first, then he was furious, and he looked at the other man through gritted teeth, eager to tear him apart immediately.

"I heard a great man say, 'The most dangerous place is the safest place,' and I thought it made a lot of sense, so I gave it a try. The gray-green-eyed guy smiled slightly, and slowly approached Hardy Merth.

"Kneel down at once, confess your sins to the gods, ask for forgiveness from the gods, and perhaps save your family and children. ”

Hardy Morse froze, and a fierce momentum erupted, suppressing a guy who tried to get closer.

"I didn't sin, why should I repent? I don't have sin, why should I implicate my family?"

"Isn't it funny that a thief should say that he is not guilty?"

Hardy Merce quietly took a half step back, he was an experienced exorcist monk who had experienced many dangerous things, and his keen sense of danger always kept him cautious enough.

Judging from the concealment skills shown by the other party and what happened yesterday, Hardy Merce believes that he is an extraordinary person in the thief system, thieves are good at camouflage, lockpicking, and melee combat, while Hardy Merce is an exorcist monk and is better at medium and long-range spell attacks, so as long as he keeps his distance, he can be invincible.

In addition, there are Church Guards and Knights stationed outside the door of the library all year round, and if you find a way to make a big noise, Hardy Merce can get their support.

"Brother Hardy, I'm not a thief!" the gray-green-eyed guy stopped his persecution, and said with three solemn meanings.

"Is it? Who stole the things of the archbishop? Isn't it a provocation to the light to commit theft in the church of light? I have to admire you....... It's bold. ”

The guy who suspected of being a thief frowned, "Brother Hardy, that thing doesn't belong to Kelvin, it was obtained by Kelvin from the Marquis of Lorraine by disgraceful means, and the Marquis of Lorraine ...... It was obtained from his teacher. ”

“........”

"You...... Nonsense......"

"I'm talking nonsense, if it's not something unsightly, how can your teacher chase me alone? Even you, the most trusted student, have to hide it?"

The gray-green eyes blinked, and suddenly smiled mischievously, a little weird, a little cruel.

"It seems that you don't know anything, but now...... You know too much. ”

A dagger appeared in the hand of the gray-green eye, faintly eerie.

Hardy Merce's heart was beating faster, he moved his right foot slightly, against the bookshelf next to him, his calf suddenly provoked, and the heavy bookshelf suddenly lost its balance and fell to the ground crookedly.

Hardy Merce had a good plan, the bookshelves in the library were all heavy solid wood, and if they were toppled, they would make a loud noise, and the knights of the guards outside would definitely ask when they heard the noise.

But the bookshelf had just begun to shake, and the figure on the opposite side suddenly shook and pulled into an afterimage, and when Hardy Merce saw him again, the gray-green eyes had appeared less than two meters in front of him, and a not-so-strong looking arm had stabilized the bookshelf that was about to topple.

"This speed ......."

Hardy Merce gasped and stepped back quickly, the silver scepter in his hand lit up.

"Bright Punishment!"

Hardy Merce let out a loud cry and used his best tactics, and a dazzling beam of light erupted from the scepter and spread towards the figure directly in front of him.

But the gray-green eyes disappeared again, and at the same time as he disappeared, a gray light and shadow suddenly appeared in front of Hardy Merce, transforming into a boxy hexahedral square shape, which was clearly distinguishable from the "light punishment" he had unleashed, and did not interfere with each other.

"You're not a thief...... You're an Assassin!"

Hardy Merce was furious, waving his scepter in horror, creating a shadow around him.