Under Claude's worried gaze, Roland and the three slowly ascended the bell tower.

Don't say hello to me now......

Claude sighed secretly.

If Roland had greeted him, he would not have been able to respond.

If Roland and the others were to wonder about this, come over and pat him on the shoulder or have something like that, Claude would be out of luck.

After all, now the gods of Tyre are watching him.

If Claude suddenly made something unruly, or simply interrupted the ceremony, he would definitely not be able to eat the good fruit.

"Don't worry, we won't disturb the sacraments of Tyre's crown...... Please go ahead. ”

However, hearing the sound of Roland's calm and elegant voice coming behind him, Claude, who kept whispering prayers, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

OK.

Probably because Claudia and Roland said it.

Knowing what important ceremony he was holding, the Roland couple did not come over to talk to him or touch his body, but stood quietly behind him and waited for him to complete his prayer.

…… Fortunately, I told Claudia about it in advance.

Otherwise, Roland and the mountain man would not have known that they could not move now—perhaps they would have come up to say hello or something, as he feared.

Claude was secretly glad in his heart.

Speaking of which......

The old priest whispered praise to Tyre, but frowned imperceptibly.

What is that lump of clothes that Roland is holding on his left hand?

He had noticed it when Roland had walked towards him.

For him, Roland's shirt on his left forearm was too conspicuous. Whether it's the texture of human skin. It's still the pure black color with the oil reflected by blood and fat.

In Claude's vision, a ghostly blue aura wrapped in pitch-black shadows continued to engulf the surface of the garment.

It's negative energy like substance.

Not to mention wearing it on the body - for the average person. Even if this dress was buried in their yard, it would be enough to make the family seriously ill.

For those who can't harness negative energy. There is no difference between wearing this dress and wearing your own shroud directly.

Claude's mind was full of doubts.

Even for a druid, this level of negative energy is by no means something that can be ignored directly. Roland put it on his arm without any defense, his body must have been hurt by these negative energies.

It seems that prayer is going to be quickened.

Claude thought helplessly.

Because of the Great Barrier that enveloped the entire Carral, it was too tiring for a priest to unleash the magic in Carral. Just maintaining a mere three-ring ignoring barrier for an hour can almost squeeze all of Claude's divine grace out.

But he can't drain all of his grace yet.

In fact, Claude had to set aside at least one blessing spell of divine grace.

Only one blessing can completely heal Roland and Claudia's dark wounds.

Claude felt that Roland had come to him with this evil object cursed by the devil, and he must have asked him to help destroy it.

But...... Roland wasn't a priest, no matter how clever he was. It's impossible for a druid, who is insensitive to negative energy, to know how powerful a magic skill would be needed to destroy a cursed item of this magnitude.

In Claude's case, as a silver-level priest, if he wanted to destroy this thing, he would at least have to pour out all the divine graces of the day to have more than half a chance.

And, he remembers, Claudia came here to find her brother. Although he was desperate to destroy this evil object immediately, Claude thought about it and decided to find her brother with Claudia first.

What's more, instead of destroying this garment by yourself in the past two days, it would be better to take it back and soak it in the holy water pool for purification.

“…… Therefore. I will chant my joy again in the crowd. ”

"To Sivir and to Tyre the Father."

Finally, after Roland and the others had waited quietly for more than an hour, Claude's prayer was finally over.

No, it's not so much a smooth ending. It is better to say that Claude found a prayer that could be used as an end and sang the prayer at the end of the sacrifice.

The divine grace on his body was almost burned by the Great Barrier of Karar.

Claude even wondered if he could use the Blessing Technique.

But when he looked back, he immediately smelled a rancid, spicy mixture of reptiles, poisons, and ogres.

The smell came from the clothes that Roland was wearing on his raised left arm.

After the end of the Holy Service. The holy aura dissipated, and the suppressed cursed aura suddenly boiled.

Just to see the dress. There was a faint killing intent in Claude's heart.

It was as if it were not a cursed garment, but a demon who had changed its form.

Claude secretly decided with a serious expression. Even if it is extremely difficult to purify this equipment, this matter must be dealt with as soon as possible.

Looking back at Roland and Claudia standing side by side, a sense of relief in taking care of his grandchildren swayed in the arms of an old man who had fought all his life for God, but had no children.

I'm tired, but I'm happy.

"Little Roland, how did you feel about going to the Sin Capital this time?"

Claude put away his sword and staff, turned his back to his hand, and looked at Roland with a smile.

Although his expression is very kind, with the formal clothes on his body, it gives people an indescribable sense of solemnity.

"It's okay......" Roland's expression was subtle, and he slowly stepped forward, "A lot of things happened in the middle, the process was vigorous, and in the end it was very warm......"

"How?"

Claude looked interested.

"It's not that guy from Kruvien yet, and he left me alone as soon as he entered the city...... I was also allowed to wear a women's outfit......"

"Huh?!"

The old priest glared at Kruvine.

Before Cruvine could make any excuses, Claudia mischievously shoved Roland towards Claude's side, and ran backwards with a silver bell-like laugh.

Roland was pushed by Claudia and staggered and almost fell, but fortunately he was held back by Claude so that he didn't fall to the ground.

"Claudia! You kid isn't light or heavy! ”

Claude didn't care about Cruvine anymore, and glared at Claudia for a while.

But just when he wanted to catch up and hit Claudia twice with a cane, he was stopped by Roland.

"Alright, alright...... Father Claude, look at this ......"

With that, Roland held up the black garment with both hands and motioned for Claude to take a look.

Claude took a cursory look at it, and was first attracted by the gray cobweb-like marks.

…… Which devil's mark is this?

But just as he was about to take the dress, a terrifying paralyzing sensation like a tidal wave instantly swept through Claude's body.

Not only did his hands not move as if they had been filled with lead, but his legs also seemed to be petrified, starting from the tips of his toes and hands, and climbing all the way up along his bones, his chest began to tighten, and bursts of gold stars began to appear in front of his eyes.

Claude staggered back two steps and sat down on the ground.

He lowered his head in a daze.

In his belly, a scarlet, transparent, fang-shaped handleless dagger was stuck there.

- And he didn't feel a trace of pain. (To be continued......)