Walking in front of Yan Fengli, who was already dead, Luo Tianhuan raised his foot and pushed his hand away, and immediately saw a line of words written in blood - JN424.

Obviously, this is some kind of hint, the last hint left by Yan Fenglizheng.

In addition, Luo Tianhuan could feel that on Yan Feng Lizheng's right arm, there was a powerful magic spell, and this magic was protecting the spell on his right arm to prevent others from stealing it.

After all, this is not something difficult to understand, the Overseer has the spell left behind by the Masters of the past, and wields a power that can influence the tide of battle, and it is normal for unscrupulous magicians to covet this power, and it is normal to take protective measures against it.

To put it simply, the magic spell applied to the spell is like a combination lock, and the "JN424" left by Feng Li before his death is a secret code, as long as this code is interpreted, you can get the key to open the combination lock, and transfer all the spells on Yan Feng Lizheng's right arm.

Of course, the speed must be fast, if you can't decipher the hidden meaning of the code in time, the spell on Yan Fengli's right arm will completely lose its effectiveness and turn into a corpse spot.

Luo Tianhuan knew that Yan Fengli loved his children deeply and pinned all his hopes on Yan Fengqili, and his last wish before his death must be to hope that his son would inherit his will and wishes, so this code must have been written for Yan Fengqili.

After thinking about it, Luo Tianhuan changed his mind: "Forget it, let's take the spell away, I don't want to come in vain, what do I want to do with these spells, let's talk about it later." Anyway, if he left these spells to Yan Feng Qili, he wouldn't need so much. ”

"I knew you were going to change your mind." Xiao Bing couldn't help but smile, and then asked, "Then how did you crack the magic on the spell?" ”

"Let's crack it according to the code." Luo Tianhuan replied that although he could brute-force the magic of the protection warrant spell, who knew if the spell would also be invalid after the magic was brute-forced? If you're not afraid of 10,000, you're afraid of what happens, it's better to be safe.

Looking at the code left by Yan Fengli, Luo Tianhuan lowered his head and pondered, recalling the plot in the novel and anime.

The first thing that Yan Feng Qili and Yan Feng Qili have in common is that they are both members of the church, and if I remember correctly, the code mentioned in the novel is also related to a certain church classic.

JN…… emmm…… There you go, Joh

, the Gospel of John!

After interpreting the meaning of the code, Luo Tianhuan immediately turned into a spirit and disappeared, walked through the wall, went to Yan Fenglizheng's living room to look for it, and soon returned with a hardcover book that was some years old, it was the Bible, and the Gospel of John was part of the Bible.

Judging from the degree of winding of the pages of this book, Luo Tianhuan can see that Yan Fengli is often looking at this book, after all, he is a member of the church.

"Found a clue?" Xiao Bingli asked.

"Hmm." Luo Tianhuan replied and quickly flipped the pages.

“424…… Page 4, line 24...... Wrong. Page 42, line 4...... Not right either! If it's not the number of pages, it's the number of chapters? Chapter 4, Section 24...... Pregnant. ”

Luo Tianhuan successfully found all the clues and read out a sentence from the Bible, and as if echoing this sentence, all the spells on Yan Fengli's right arm regained a faint light.

With a tingling pain, the light of the spell shifted to Luo Tianxuan's hand one stroke after another.

The magic attached to Yan Fenglizheng's right hand is not only to protect the spell, but also to transfer the spell.

Luo Tianhuan understood that this was his father's trust in his son, and Yan Fengli believed that the first person to find his body would be Yan Fengqili, so he would use blood to write a symbol that only the priesthood would understand.

The overseer's duty is to keep the Curse and ensure that the Holy Grail War proceeds under normal conditions, and until his death, Yan Fengli was convinced that his son was the saint who could inherit this great responsibility.

It's a pity that this trust is destined to be unattainable, whether there is any indiscriminate entry between Luo Tianhuan and Xiao Bingli.

The current Yanfeng Qili should have awakened the desires hidden in the depths of his heart under the inducement of Gilgamesh, and pursued pleasure like Gilgamesh.

Looking at Yan Fenglizheng, who was staring at him, Luo Tianhuan put the Bible in his hand.

"It is better to give these commands to me than to give them to your son, for you will not see the true nature of your son until you die, rest in peace."

After speaking, Luo Tianhuan stretched out his right hand and closed Yan Fenglizheng's eyes.

In the dim light, on Luo Tianhuan's right arm, the red lines were like blood, faintly emitting a demonic light.

Subsequently, Luo Tianhuan and Xiao Bingli directly turned into spirits and left here.

Soon after, Yan Fengqili, who had completed the finished work, had just stepped into the chapel and immediately felt the smell of death.

The smell of blood and the slight residual smell of gunpowder smoke must have been done by someone in the church/church.

Although he didn't feel an ambush around him, Yan Fengqili still moved his steps cautiously, cautiously passed through the believers' seats, and then, found the figure lying in the church.

"Father......" saw clearly the figure lying in a pool of blood, Yan Feng Qili couldn't help but shout, but the cry was weak, and at the same time, with his tempered eyesight, he saw the bullet holes that pierced his father's back and the blood on the ground.

Yan Feng Qili suddenly felt as if his mind was completely paralyzed, because of his personality defects, he lacked emotion, so even if he saw his biological father fall in a pool of blood, he didn't have any sadness in his heart.

Yan Feng Qili squatted down, carefully examined his father's corpse with an expressionless face, and then rolled up the right sleeve of his monk's robe, wanting to confirm the number of spells engraved on his father's right arm.

"No, how is that possible?" Seeing that his father's arm was empty, Yan Fengqili couldn't help but exclaim.

He knew that the spell entrusted by his father had strong magical protection, and it was almost impossible for the spell to be stripped of by magic without his permission.

But now, those spells have all disappeared, how can Yan Feng Qili not be surprised?

Surprised, he forced himself to calm down and continued to examine his father's body, which had begun to chill.

The right hand was intact, with no signs of magic or other anomalies, proving that the spells had been transferred through normal means......

So, did my father take the initiative to give those aways?

Yan Feng Qili fell into deep thought.

The only person his father was willing to give the spell to his teacher, Tosaka Tokitomi, was alone, but if he was a teacher, he would not have killed his father, and the pride of the teacher would not allow him to do so.

What's more, even if he really wanted to kill his father, he wouldn't use a gun, but magic, so it couldn't be that he killed his father.

Since he had studied at Tosaka Toki for three years, Yan Feng Qili knew Tosaka Tokichen very well, and he could not make a mistake and immediately excluded Tosaka Toki.

Since he's not a teacher, what's going on? Does anyone else know how to crack it other than my father himself?

With such doubts, Yan Feng Qili continued to examine his father's body.

He lifted his father's right hand and noticed that there was something different about blood on the tip of his right finger, which was a mark of friction.

Yan Feng Qili immediately saw that before his father died, he dipped his own blood on his fingers and smeared the blood somewhere.

After noticing this, he could easily find the bloodstained text with a little search.

Therefore, Yan Feng Qili saw a string of blood words on the floor - JN424.

If there are no unrelated people of religion/religious beliefs, they may think that this is a code of unknown meaning, and they can't even figure out what it means.

However, Yan Feng Qili inherited his father's pious faith, and for him, as long as he thought about it a little, he could think of the meaning of this last word.

Verse 24 of the fourth chapter of the Gospel of John, this is the method of cracking the magic of the guardian spell, and it is also the inheritance and trust that Yan Fengli wants to entrust to his son before his death, hoping that his son can inherit his identity and responsibility as an overseer.

However, this code was cracked by others.

Noticing that his father had a Bible in his hand, Yan Fengqili thoughtfully picked up the Bible, with this, even people who have nothing to do with the church may be able to decipher this code, after all, the popularity of the Gospel of John is not low.

Was the father careless? I took the Bible with me, but I didn't expect it to become a tool for murderers to crack codes.

No, not necessarily the murderer!

If the murderer did not leave, the father would not have left a code, and even if he wanted to stay, he would not necessarily leave such an obvious code.

Perhaps after the murderer left, someone came to the church to visit his father, only to find that his father was dead, and then read the code through the Bible, learned how to crack it, and transferred the spell.

yes, that makes sense!

Yan Feng Qili deduced most of the process, and now, all it takes is to know who the murderer is.

Caste

And his lord is dead, female Sabe

、La

ce

and Ride

It's possible that the Master will come to visit my father before I get the promised extra spell.

In addition to this, there is also the male Sabe

and female Assassi

So far, the identities of these two servants are not clear.

In short, the murderer of his father may be one of these masters, or he may be Be, who did not participate in the war

se

ke

of the Master.

Having come to a general conclusion, Yan Feng Qili's brain relaxed, and he looked at his father's corpse indifferently, but tears slipped from his eyes unconsciously, which made him feel extremely stunned.

Seeing his father's body and crying over his father's death is a natural reaction for a normal person.

However, at this time, Yan Feng Qili seemed to be stepping on the air next to the abyss, and fell into a chaotic mood that bordered on fear.

The tears that ran down his face reminded him of the time when his wife died, when he also wept, but he couldn't understand what was going on due to his personality flaws and lack of emotion.

Just as Yan Feng Qili was trying to resist the memories that kept flooding his heart, an inexplicable impulse surged into his heart.

He was shocked to find that the urge for blood had returned, just like it had been in Caste a few days earlier

The magic workshop at the time.

Now, before his eyes, the red blood was exuding a strange and irresistible temptation, like a tidal wave, mercilessly beating against his mind and the defense line of common sense.

Why? Why does blood attract me? Why do I feel cravings for blood?

How can humans crave the blood of their own kind?

Could it be that this is A?

che

What is my anomaly?

So why hasn't there been such an impulse before?

The thoughts in his head did not affect the movements of his body, and Yan Feng Qili instinctively stretched out his trembling hand and stretched out to the blood stains on the ground that had not yet dried.

No!

Reason kept reminding him.

However, there was another voice in his heart that roared wildly.

Want!

Yan Feng Qili felt that his body was divided into two parts, the desire of the flesh and the soul of reason.

The two kept battling, so much so that their hands moved up and down on the side of the bloodstains, like a patient with a mad attack.

Yan Feng Qili is struggling, struggling.

He didn't give up, he was resisting, he was trying, and he believed that believers in God could not lose to the temptation of demons.

I don't know how long it took, but the thirst and urge for blood gradually faded, and was replaced by an indescribable emptiness.

Yan Feng Qili didn't feel relieved at all, silently staring at his father's cold corpse, his heart was dead, like a wasteland burned by wildfire.

“…… Our heavenly Father, may your name be exalted, your kingdom come, and your will be done on earth as it is in heaven......"

Yan Feng Qili suddenly sang the Lord's Prayer, which he prayed for every day, as if he was praying for his father's blessing and as if he was repenting for himself.

“…… Forgive us our sins, as we forgive others, and do not let us fall into temptation, but save us from evil...... Amen. ”

……

In an abandoned factory on the outskirts, Kenneth is scolding Dilumudo.

"You incompetent! Rubbish who only speaks big words! ”

For Kenneth's scolding, Dilumudo could only bow his head and endure it silently.

"It's just such a little time, you can't even protect a woman, hmph, you dare to say what knightly way you are ashamed to say!" Kenneth scolded, but he was more anxious and angry than Dilumudo, who was ashamed of his dereliction of duty.

Kenneth was triolating that he had just received a new spell and thought that he had eliminated the possibility of other masters getting additional spells, but reality had once again plunged him into the cold abyss, his fiancée Sora had disappeared, and only Dilumudo had returned to him with a gloomy face.

Although Sora has taken away his curse, Kenneth still loves his fiancée, which is why he is so anxious when he learns that Sora is missing.