The Veldra Manuscript lies quietly in Marshall's palm. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Destroy it?" Marshall kept the manuscript in his suitcase, "Since Hall told me not to look at it, I don't have to take any chances, the most important thing now is to find Hall's captain friend." Thinking of this, Marshall poured a glass of water and came to Hall.

He patted Hall lightly on the shoulder.

"Wake up Hall." Marshall shouted softly.

Hall slowly opened his eyes, brown eyes full of confusion, and he propped his right elbow on the edge of the bed, trying to sit up, but was stopped by Marshall.

"You've passed out, get some rest first." Marshall handed over the glass of water in his hand.

The chanting of the chant passed through the thin walls and into the ears of the two men, just a wall separating the gap between heaven and hell.

"Marshall, my brain feels like it's been stirred with a stick." Hall took the glass and drank it down.

He set the glass aside and tried to get up from the bed, despite Marshall's obstruction.

"I remember, Marshall, would you like to help me with this? This thing...... There is a good chance that your life will be in danger. The melancholy on Hall's face was even worse than that of a bard who lost his voice.

"Hall, I've thought about it, I'll help destroy the Veldra Manuscript, swear in the name of the Lord." Father Marshall's expression was unusually calm.

"Oh, Marshall, I'm so lucky to have you as a friend." Hall wanted to give Marshall a warm hug.

"What's your captain's friend's name? Where do I go to find him? Your current state is getting worse and worse, and destroying the Veldra Manuscript as soon as possible will restore you to the Lord's arms. Marshall looked into Hall's eyes.

"David, David? Jones. He should have been resting in his own home now, old Bell had stopped doing this work, but he had a son who was a loser, and he had to hold the rudder again in order not to let himself sleep with the homeless. I write a letter, you go to him with this letter, and he will definitely help you. ”

Holding on to the wall, Hall walked towards the mahogany desk.

With Hall's letter in hand, Marshall knocked on Bell's door.

"Who are you?" A young man in his twenties opened the door.

"I'm looking for David? Jones, I'm a friend of Father Hall. Marshall smiled.

……

David? Jones's beard had turned white, and his years at sea had left him in good health, but it had also left many marks on his face, and deep wrinkles were lying on his forehead like a trench.

He put Hale's letter down and shook his pipe gently.

"I didn't expect Father Hall to be in such trouble after a few months of not seeing each other." David took a puff of his pipe and gently exhaled a puff of smoke.

Marshall gently touched the box, "No one knows what they will step on next." ”

"Since it is Father Hall's request, of course I will agree, but, Father Marshall, I have a small request, I wonder if you would like to hear it?" David looked out the door, and at this time, his son was immersed in betting on horses.

"Please." Marshall replied.

"The journey to Inn'an is very long, and in such a long time, the sailors on the ship may encounter some problems with their faith, they may lose their motivation to live and walk like wooden men every day, perhaps, you can help them and make them more yearning for a bright future."

"Absolutely glad." Marshall agreed.

……

Back at the Morning Star Church, Marshall found that the church was different from usual and very noisy.

"Excuse me, what's going on?" Marshall asked a random passer-by about it.

"I heard that Father Hall killed someone." The passer-by's expression was very surprised, as if he himself did not believe this.

Marshall didn't answer and walked straight into the church.

The Morning Star Church is not much different from yesterday, but Marshall no longer feels as strange as yesterday.

The clergy he met along the way all had their heads bowed, anxious expressions, very busy, and seemed to have something very important to do.

When I arrived at Hall's break room, there were two more people in the room, two people in police uniforms, who were comforting the frightened Hall.

"Hall, how are you?" Marshall asked.

"Who is this?" A policeman stood in front of Marshall.

"He was my friend, Father Marshall, who had come to Port Molov to help me." Hall spoke up.

The policeman took two steps back.

"Marshall, I...... I hurt Bean. Hall's tense nerves could collapse at any moment.

"It's okay, speak slowly." Marshall reassured.

"Bean has been taken to the hospital and is not in life-threatening condition, but ...... What happened today could have had a big impact on his spirit. The police explained.

"I see, thank you for helping Father Hall." Marshall nodded.

"It should be done, Father Hall has helped us too." The policeman smiled back.

"I have given the epistle to David, and he has promised to help us." Marshall said to Hall.

Hall smiled, "Marshall, you didn't read the Veldra Manuscript, did you?" ”

"No, Hall, I kept it in my suitcase."

"Don't let anyone else see it." Hall grabbed Marshall's hand, his eyes full of pleading.

"I'm not going to show it to anyone else." Marshall smiled confidently.

……

"The Blue Pearl sets sail the day after tomorrow."

Marshall received a notice from David, "Hall, you have to take care of yourself. ”

Compared to Marshall's first arrival in Port Molov, Hall's expression was even more haggard, "I will, Marshall, I will wait for you to come back, I am sure you will succeed." ”

The setting sun gradually sinks into the horizon, and the bells of the bell tower echo in Port Molov.

The moonlight was obscured by dark clouds.

Darkness gradually enveloped the entire port of Molov, and in the alley without light, two men in black robes met.

"Did you find the Veldra Manuscript?" A hoarse and muffled voice echoed through the alley.

Rats are speeding through the streets, hiding in dark corners.

"Found it, in the hands of Father Marshall." The other replied, his voice much clearer.

"Who is Father Marshall?"

"Father Hall's friend, who has only come to Port Molov in recent days, seems to have come to Father Hall's aid."

"Get the Veldra Manuscript as soon as possible, we don't have much time left." The hoarse voice finished speaking and turned and left the alley.

"Yes." The other person also left.

The rats crawled over again, searching the trash cans for food.

Marshall sat in his room, and in front of him lay the Veldra Manuscript, which was only a black pamphlet, but Marshall did not dare to open it.

What kind of demon is hidden in this?