"Pamir City, I haven't been here in some time." The old man sitting in the carriage sighed.

As the itinerant bishop of the god of wealth, the old man has just dealt with the recovery of a debt from Fort Carter, unfortunately, because of the death of the victim, the money seems to be irretrievable, as the itinerant bishop, this matter must be reported to the Sidney headquarters in the central province so that they can make a decision.

And this matter is far from being as simple as he thought when he set out, four of the thirteen nobles in Fort Carter have died unconsciously, plus the previous assassination of the prince, and the assassination attempt by the head of the Michel family, the parishioners of the just church in Fort Carter seem to have countless troubles.

In comparison, the trouble of the god of wealth can only be regarded as a small thing.

Inconspicuous and insignificant.

Days of investigation and subsequent rushes, these things together, made the seventy-year-old Singh a little tired, although he is a merchant sequence Tier 5 administrator, but the merchant sequence is not like those combat sequences, can provide him with a large number of physique.

Recalling the map of the nearby area in his mind, Singh patted the door of the carriage: "Miro, it's getting late, change our plans, let's go to our own church in Pamir City to rest for the night, and then visit my old friend tomorrow at the Church of Justice." ”

"No problem, Your Excellency Singh." The coachman replied.

After Singh's motorcade entered the city, he quickly arrived at the Church of the God of Wealth along the street, and was a little surprised by the desertion of the street, Singh leaned his body out of the car window: "What's the matter, what's going on in Pamir City today." ”

"Your Excellency, there are city guards in the streets to the east who have intercepted the horses." The church guard at the door said, "It seems that they are hunting down Chaos believers, and our side is almost all closed. ”

I see, it doesn't look like the city is so peaceful.

Singh sighed at the world, and then he noticed the two guards dragging something in the alley: "What are they doing?" Singh could see that the two guards were dragging a bag-like thing in their hands.

Out of curiosity, he turned his head to look at the guard team at the back of the convoy: "Rod, go and have a look." ”

A church guard who looked to be some age walked out of the queue, he rode his horse to the alley, jumped down at the mouth of the alley, walked in, talked to the two guards for a while, and then exited the alley, nodding to Singh: "There is no problem, Your Excellency, it is a parishioner who deals with spirits. ”

Singh nodded, he looked at the guard standing in front of the door and smiled, "Speaking of which, your bishop Kogan is okay, but I'm a good friend of his." ”

"Bishop Kogan is in good health, so don't worry." The guard smiled and replied, "Come in and rest, I think Bishop Kogan will be glad to see his old friend." ”

Singh was silent for a moment and nodded: "Then there will be no mistake, Guardian, look after the church, Miro, let's go, go see my old friend." ”

His coachman turned his head to look at his bishop: "Your Excellency, you just ......" "Who is Your Excellency?" Singh frowned and said impatiently.

The coachman immediately shut his mouth and began to wave the horsewhip.

When the convoy left the church, Singh's hanging heart finally relented—he and Kogan didn't know each other at all, and Kogan wasn't a good friend of his, let alone a bishop.

There is a problem with this guard, and even with the entire Pamir Church.

With this thought, Singh patted the carriage carriage: "Miro! Go to the Church of Justice! ”

At this time, only his true friend, Constance, will help him, and he must find out what is really going on in the Church of the God of Wealth in Pamir City.

With such thoughts, he heard gunshots.

Far away and very close.

………………

Marin pricked up his ears, and he heard the gunshots.

As he stood up, some of the elves also heard the sound of gunfire in the distance, and one of the elven punishers stood up: "Your Excellency, we have heard the gunshots. ”

Old Hoffman, who was sitting there with his eyes closed, waved his hand: "Leave them alone, as long as it is not the standard of the order, we don't have to waste our energy against them." ”

So the elven substitutes sat down, and Marin went to the window, and on the top of the church's meditation tower, he could see the whole city, the Pamir city was far more vibrant than the Carter Fort, more populous, bigger city, and from here to the south of the city, the city was lit by a large number of light sources at night.

Marin heard gunfire again, far away, as if in the direction of the south of the city, from the lever rifle.

Then Marin heard gunfire again, far away, just south of the city, with the characteristic crisp notes of military rifles.

"Mentor, it's the gunfire of a military rifle." Marin turned to look at Hoffman Sr.

His mentor opened his eyes: "You go and see." ”

Marin nodded, then quickly ran to the door and pushed open the wooden door, down the rotating staircase, through the small archway, along the corridor all the way to the south, lifted the heavy curtain, took the armor he handed over and put it on under the bewildered gaze of the agent, and buckled the helmet to his head, Marin did not bring his shotgun, but replaced it with a short-barreled rifle, semi-automatic, the old men of Pamir City are really rich.

With such an exclamation, Marin blew a whistle and pointed to a nearby team of halflings to replace the punishers, although I don't know why Marin called them, but old Hoffman's instructions soon came, and the halfling team immediately put on armor and followed Marin out of the church.

As we ran through the streets, the gunfire grew brighter and more urgent.

Marin led the halflings over the low wall, passed through the backyard of other people's houses, and used small branches to knock over the watchdogs, and Marin was the first to climb over the low wall and fall into the courtyard full of corpses.

"They've all got weapons, damn it." The halfling team crawled for cover after climbing over the fence, and Marin flipped over a corpse and looked at the bullet holes in his face—a gunshot wound from a revolver, the bullet burrowing under his eyes, turning the back of his head into a way of expressing the past tense.

Getting up and raising his gun, Marin twisted his neck, and the flashlight on his helmet began to work.

The captain of the halfling team had already run to the back door by this time, and he pulled a light rod from his waist, pulled the safety open, and threw it through the gap in the door.

There was no gunshot, the halfling pushed open the door, Marin pulled him away, and then walked in with his gun in his hand.

In a narrow corridor, a corpse was poured, the whole head was gone, and the remnants of tissue told Marin from one side how it was gone—if it wasn't wrong, it was a 12-gauge single-headed bullet that passed through the mouth and broke the connection between the cervical vertebrae and the skull, which is why the jaw was still there.

Marin walked a few steps, and the halfling captain kicked open the bathroom door: "There is a deceased. ”

So Marin continued to move forward, leaning against the wall, pointing the muzzle of the gun around the corner, and when he was almost there, the other halfling trotted to the other side of the corridor and stood opposite Marin, he took a flash grenade from his waist, pulled the safe, and threw it to Marin.

Marlin catches it, then throws it against the wall in the corner, and the pole-shaped illuminator bounces into the living room.

As soon as the light flashed, Marin poked his head out with his gun on his hand, glanced at it quickly, and fired two shots.

The halfling had already entered the living room by this time, and he was lying on the carpet, holding a flare gun in his hand to the ceiling, and the flare with the nail head nailed to the ceiling, bringing light and exposing the whole living room to Marin.

The captain of the halfling also got into the living room at this time, he looked at Marin, and then looked at the deceased with two more holes in his head: "Good marksmanship." ”

"It's just average." Marin looked at the head with a long glowing head, sighed in his heart, and counted the dead in the living room: "Eleven died." ”

"Well, the murderer is very professional, and he even killed these unlucky people through the wall." The halfling checked the trajectory, then pointed to a wall.

Marin glanced at the wall, which had eleven bullet holes.

One is not more, one is not less.

"Transcendental homicides?" Marlin was a little curious.

And the halfling substitute who came in turned out a small object from the corpse and overturned Marin's previous thoughts: "Fatherly love? Marin glanced at the letters on the round badge and was a little puzzled.

"Your Excellency, you are from Fort Carter, so naturally you don't know that Fatherly Love is a Chaos Sect with a little reputation in the Central Province." After confirming the identity of the deceased, the captain of the halfling team did not have as many taboos as before, and while he spoke to Marin, he overturned the body of the Chaos believer sitting on the billiard table on the table: "What makes me a little curious now is the identity of the murderer. ”

"What do you think it's going to be?" Marin pulled two rounds from his waist, pulled the dust cover from the bolt receiver, and asked as he reloaded.

"Then it's more likely, judging from the fact that the murderer left the scene without cutting off the tattoos on their bodies, it doesn't look like a mercenary or a witcher who needs money."

"He should have left through the front door." A halfling pushed open the hidden door and looked at the street market that was still bustling outside the door: "These guys are unexpectedly rich, they actually carved a silence circle in the house." ”

And Marin cut open the coat of a corpse with a dagger and saw the tattoos on them: "No, they are not fatherly love guys. ”

While Marin didn't know what a Fatherly Love tattoo looked like, at least it wasn't supposed to be the All-Seeing Eye - that's the tattoo that only the guys under the Tongue Bird name should have.

The halfling captain also saw the tattoo, and he frowned and examined the other two corpses, revealing that the tattoos on their bodies were indeed the omniscient eyes that only the Tongue Bird Sect should have.

"They...... As if pretending to be a member of a fatherly love? The halfling captain looked at the insignia that had come out of their pockets.

"Maybe I'm going to blame someone." Marin said, noticing two halflings dragging a corpse down from the second floor.

"Your Excellency Marin, Captain, we found our parishioner on the second floor, and he died." The two halflings moved the body to the sofa, and as for the half of the head that was sitting there before, it was naturally dragged away by the other team members.

Marin walked over to the corpse and confirmed that the tattoo on his body was indeed a pattern begging for a good harvest: "They are trying to blame the murder on the loving father?" Why? ”

"I can't imagine that the Tongue Bird is so crazy that you and I can imagine it, Your Excellency." The halfling captain shook his head.

"Your Excellency, we have found the location where the murderer came in." A halfling came out of the hallway.

So Marin followed, and on the other side of the hallway, he saw a window that had been pulled open.

Marin immediately thought of what had happened - the killer climbed in through this window, killed the people in the house, then pushed open the main entrance, disguised as leaving through the main entrance, and then turned back to kill the Chaos cultists in the backyard, and left.

How did he hide his gunshots, and where did the gunshots we hear come from?

With such doubts, Marlin kicked an object, he looked down and saw a round metal sleeve, lowered his head to pick it up, Marlin saw its structure clearly - this should be the part on the steam car, it has holes on both sides, one side is a natural engineering opening, with threads, and the other side is ...... It is a very noticeable bullet hole.

Marin thought for a moment and put the thing on the muzzle of the gun in his hand.

Very unexpected fit.

Just then, there was a knock on the door of the antechamber.

Marin immediately leaned against the wall next to the door, and the halfling captain leaned to the other side, and his team found cover.

At this time, there was an orderly knock on the door.

Marin swapped his musket for a revolver, and the gnome across from him reached out to pull the door open, and Marin pointed his gun at the visitor outside the door.

The latter froze for a moment, and seemed to realize that it was not his acquaintance who opened the door.

Marin also froze, because it was a newsboy who knocked on the door.

"What's the matter?" Marin asked.

"Yes, Mr. asked me to send you something." After the newsboy finished speaking, he took out a box from his bag.

Marin's brow jumped uncontrollably—he recognized what it was.

Arcane remote-controlled bomb boxes, the church's favorite thing, are often used to deal with situations that don't lend themselves to a big fight.

Marin told the boy to put down the box, then stood in front of the door, made a gesture to the Church of the Goddess of Harvest on his chest, and then flashed back to the back of the door, and at the same time threw a tip to the newsboy - even if it was a gift for the daring little bastard.

The halfling hurriedly closed the door: "How could it be our box!" "He saw the box too.

As he spoke, there was another knock on the door, this time to a rhythm that Marin was familiar with in the Harvest Church.

The halfling opened the door again.

Marin looked out the door again.

Outside the door stood a man, grizzled and a slightly heavy violin case in his hand.

"The Goddess of the Harvest is merciful." He said this as he put his left hand on his chest.

"Mother Earth Mercy." Marin lowered the muzzle of the gun and reached out to take the violin case he handed over: "Hello, parishioners, you seem to have a long story to tell me. ”

"Yes, but before I can do that, I'll have to open the little gift in this box." After the man finished speaking, he reached out and picked up the box: "After that, my story may surprise and surprise you. ”