For Zachary, who had been assigned to the church of San Caso in Turin a long time ago, it was essential for him to come to this white square every day before the bell rang, lean on the benches and watch the sun rise and set.

As one of the leaders of the Turin Branch Church and the Necromantic Division of the Inquisition, Zachary's job is not easy. The necromancer groups in the territory under their jurisdiction are hidden and often track them for a long time until the last minute is not necessarily rewarding. And the various cases and traces they left behind are very shocking.

Get up early every day to see the morning sun bloom, and then watch the sunset converge and fall back at night, which seems to be able to wash away the heaviness on your body.

Today is no exception.

At this moment, the warm color of the sunset seems to be able to dispel the coolness around him, looking at the rest of the monks walking in the square, as well as the residents who came to hang out nearby, Zachary, who was dressed in a white monk's uniform, couldn't help but sigh at the beauty of time.

"But how long can this beauty last?" He muttered under his breath.

Although they were not directly involved, the Church was aware of the impending tribulation in the country beneath their feet, but the royal family of Turin was so uncompromising that the Church had no reason to meddle in the affairs of power inside and outside the country, so much so that Archbishop Feligi had not long ago ordered them to do their duty and not allow anyone to get involved in the civil strife in Turin.

It can't be said that Zachary is dissatisfied with this, but he is a little melancholy at the thought that this rare calm in front of him will soon be gone.

But this melancholy was immediately interrupted by a boy not far away.

The boy was blonde, round-faced, chubby, and dressed in a strange outfit, and was poking his head in here at the moment.

The boy was weird.

Zachary wondered.

Whether it is the appearance of the clothes or the strangeness of the surroundings, it seems out of place here.

Zachary beckoned to him and motioned for him to come over.

He wanted to ask the boy if he needed any help, or to take a closer look at him for a doubt—as an "old employee" of the Inquisition, he had a habit of picking on people first. It can't be said that it is an extreme personality.

It seemed that the boy was very wary of everything here, but after Zachary beckoned, he ran over very decisively, and then Zachary just wanted to ask something, and the other party directly took out a note with a sentence written crookedly.

"Please help me find Brother Zachary, thank you."

Looking for me?

Zachary was stunned for a moment, then replied, "I am." ”

Hearing this, the other party wrinkled his nose in confusion, and then pointed to his mouth and ears.

Seeing this, Zachary pointed to the note in the other person's hand, and then pointed to himself.

The little boy understood. Looking at Zachary's ordinary face, after blinking his eyes, he took out a letter from his arms and handed it to the other party.

The monk was very curious about this, so he took it and opened the unsigned envelope and looked down. However, this look made him frown.

After scanning the contents of the letter several times, Zachary raised his eyes and said, "Who told you to send it-"

He apparently forgot that the other party was deaf and dumb. But that's not the point, the point is that the boy who was still standing in front of him just now has disappeared at this moment!

Looking at the shallow dirt footprints on the white stone bricks and the open space around him, Zachary frowned.

The way the kid left was amazing, and he didn't even notice it.

"If this method is used for assassination...... subconsciously thought of some not very good thoughts, and the monk's face was a little gloomy about this. But it didn't take long for him to get rid of it.

After a moment's hesitation, he took the letter in his hand, returned to the chapel behind the square, hurried to the top floor, and found Archbishop Feligi of Turin in the bright hall where he had last promoted Charles.

While handing the letter to the other party, Zachary said, "I don't know if what is written on this is true, but the boy who sent the letter has a very peculiar method, and I didn't even notice it when he disappeared in front of me." ”

Although it is quite embarrassing to say this in front of the leader, in order not to delay the judgment of the other party, Zachary will not choose to hide it.

In this regard, the dignified Feligi gestured with her jaw, and after reading the letter, her eyes flashed slightly, and while handing the letter back, another letter also quietly appeared in her hand and handed it over together.

"You can take a look too."

The soft voice was like a stream of water blowing in his ears, looking at the two letters, Zachary had a faint guess, opened it, and sure enough, although the handwriting and tone were different, the description was basically the same!

What does this mean?

Zachary frowned and thought about it, and then heard Archbishop Feligi in front of him say lightly: "Hold a high-level meeting." ”

……

The church was caught in the eye by two mysterious letters, and the outskirts of the royal city of Porso were bustling with hustle and bustle in a hounds bar called Coral Street.

The chaotic and noisy sounds were endless, and the two shirtless men were in a sand-covered field, under the dim light of the trance, constantly sweating, punching and stumbling at each other, and clashing back and forth.

They were surrounded by a group of people, watching this exciting scene up close, and from time to time there were bursts of cheers.

In the crowd were workers in dirty uniforms after a hard day's work, gentlemen dressed neatly dressed but with disheveled hair, and even ladies who were protected by domestic servants and came out to play.

In the past, they were either honest, dignified, or elegant. Now, however, it was all gleeful and exciting.

The occasional cry was so loud and frantic that it completely drowned out the other sounds, and though not as loud as the mixed music that one remembers it remembers, it was also "not to be underestimated."

However, just when the atmosphere on the first floor was rich and warm, on the second floor of the bar, a killing was quietly going on.

The Hound Bar is an underground gang called the Squirrel Gang, and this group of people used to have no bad deeds, but they were secretly engaged in human trafficking business, so at this moment, it has also caused their fate.

Behind the closed brown and black wooden door, screams came and went, accompanied by faint cries and begging for mercy, and through the wooden door it looked sullen.

It's just that there are few people on the second floor, and most of them are still basically leaning against the railing, and they are attracted by the fighting arena below, and no one pays attention to a certain room here.

Even if anyone noticed, they were glared back by the two strange men standing in the doorway, with hideous faces and old robes.

So much so that when a thin man with a frightened expression suddenly opened the door to reveal his face, no one noticed him at the first time.

"Save—"

As soon as the rapid syllables burst out, they were held back. As soon as he opened the door, a slender and powerful hand slammed over his mouth, and then another hand holding a dagger fell from behind the door and slammed it into the heart of the man's left chest.

The metal easily tore through his clothes, forcibly stabbed into his flesh, cut through the film of the bone's gaps, and pierced straight into his trembling heart, causing the leader of the Squirrel Gang to shudder, and then his strength ran out quickly. Without the slightest pause, he was dragged into the house by the man behind him.

The wooden door slammed shut.

Then I heard all kinds of trivial sounds coming from inside, and even after a while, there were bursts of abnormal ethereal murmuring sounds, eerie and weird, faintly floating through the wooden door into the ears of the two strange people with keen senses.

It's just that they are indifferent to this, but look at the large crowd of people who are not far away from the lights, their eyes eager and depressed.