Chapter 91: A lie within a lie
Sitting face to face with the Night Race, Davidson, though calm and even majestic on the surface, actually felt very strange. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ο½ο½ο½ο½ο½ο½ γ ο½ο½ο½ο½
Dealing with the Night Race has always been a matter for the clergy, and has nothing to do with their vigilantes. Now in front of him is a race that is completely uncontrollable, and its majesty is only superficial, without any foundation.
"We came to you to clarify something." Anne said, "It's true that we are the Night Race, but everything has nothing to do with us. Neither the burning of the Sanctuary nor the sneak attack of the Night Army has anything to do with us. β
There is no doubt that this is a lie. As the supreme leader of the Night Race, the fallen angel told this kind of lie as calmly as if it was homely, but Alice, who was silent next to her, couldn't help but bow her head, and the expression on her face changed unnaturally.
Davidson sneered: "Although I don't have much contact with your Night Race, I still know some common sense things. Miss Anne, I think the reason why the emblem has no effect on you is because your power is much greater than the power of the emblem. If you look at it this way, you should have a high standing among the Night Races. β
He looked at the rest of the people again, "If you are all Night Races, then you should all have a high status. I believe that the entry of so many Night Race leaders into the city of Ontario is not as simple as deception. Now it seems that I was wrong, and Bishop Harvey was right. β
Being able to guess this proves that this sheriff actually has some brains. However, Anne is not flustered by this, because they still have a trump card in their hands, and that is to be able to grasp Davidson's mentality through Pols.
Right now, Bols, who was standing behind Anne, was staring at Davidson's hand motionlessly. At the location of the opponent's tiger's mouth, a butterfly-shaped scar was very conspicuously imprinted on it. Bols looked down slightly, looked at the scar on his hand, and saw that the two were exactly the same.
As for the origin of the scar on his hand, Bols still can't figure it out. When he was young, this scar suddenly appeared on his hand one day inexplicably. As the lord of the city, his father thought that he had been mistreated, and in a fit of rage, he whipped nearly half of his servants, but in the end he found nothing.
Another self?
Thinking of this, Bols felt cold all over his body, indescribably weird. But he suddenly felt his spirit fluctuate, and immediately understood that it was Anne who was using her mental power to contact him. Now, he's going to use what he knows about himself to help Anne break a gap in Davidson's mental defenses.
"Although he already knows that you are the Night Race, and says that you are evil, deep down he still believes that you are not as bad as the rumors say." Based on his own psychology, Bols tried to speculate on Sheriff Davidson's current psychology, "As long as we resolutely refuse to admit what we have done, and insist that Bishop Harvey is slandering, we will not be kicked out by him." β
So Anne said, "What you just said, like your bishop, is your own speculation. I'm a powerful Dark Race, but I don't have anything to do with other Dark Night races. Does anyone say that if you have strong energy, you must become a leader? β
Anne then concocts another story, presenting herself as a rebel among the Night Races, not unlike the evil and murderous Night Races. Moreover, because of his strong strength, he broke away from the Night camp, causing the Night Leader to constantly send other Night races to hunt down. Sister Fallen Angel even blames the so-called "evil Night Race" for the Templar fire and the Night Legion's attack.
"They don't know where I am, and they know that I deal with the Templar a lot, so they just use this method to try to murder me." At this time, Anne's expression was gloomy, and she had a pitiful expression, "That's why where I am, disaster will follow." β
To be honest, this little girl is a qualified actor. If it weren't for her pitiful expression, the whole thing might not have sounded as it sounded now.
However, although Davidson felt that Anne's statement had a certain degree of reasonableness, he did not immediately believe her words, but continued to say in a questioning tone: "Anyone can tell the story, but if you want me to believe you, you must come up with strong evidence, otherwise even if I try my best today, I will definitely arrest you in the temple and let you accept the judgment of the Holy Light." β
"Of course there is evidence."
Alice, the girl in the water tank, stood up from the side, and her bloated body only took two steps forward, and she unconsciously gave Davidson some coercion. The latter couldn't help but take half a step back, afraid that the other party would see that he was timid, so he immediately stopped.
Alice stood in place, her right hand drawing a five-star figure out of thin air on her body, looking solemn and reverent. After two seconds, a faint milky white mist began to diffuse from her body, and at first glance it seemed that the girl in the water tank also had a smell of dust.
Undoubtedly, this is a sign that the Light Race maintains its faith. Although Alice didn't say anything, Davidson clearly understood what she meant: if it was an evil Night race, how could she allow a Light race that believed in the Holy Light to be in her company?
But this sheriff is not so easy to trust others. He said to Anne, "It may be telling, but I can't rule out that it's not your trick." If you want me to believe you, you have to come up with stronger evidence. β
Alice looked at him angrily, while Anne frowned slightly. But it was just a bewildering expression, and soon her eyes lit up as if she had been enlightened, and she said to Davidson, "If you still don't believe us, maybe you can go to the church and ask the Reverend Andrew, who came here from a border town, where we have treated many patients." β
Pastor Andrey?
Davidson remembered the name. According to his eyeliner reports placed near the church, it was the testimony of this Reverend AndrΓ© that led Bishop Harvey to confirm that Anne belonged to the Night Race. In this way, the pastor's words must be more convincing.
As if she was afraid that Davidson wouldn't believe her, Anne thought for a moment and said, "As for the artifact fragments found in our room, I think you can ask the Bishop directly." If he's honest, he might tell you the truth. β
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