"There was a murder in a small town called Wensay in the north of Pita City the day before yesterday, and there are traces of sacrifice left at the scene, and it is initially suspected that it was committed by a demon apostle, and I am ready to hand over this task to you."

When he came to the church, he had just met Brother Woody, and without any extra nonsense, he went straight to the topic.

"Any specific information?"

"No, you can ask the police there when you get there." As he spoke, as if he was afraid that Charles would misunderstand, the monk added, "Whether you are a professional witcher or an external editor, you should learn to be independent, and the church is only acting as your logistics. ”

Charles nodded.

He had expected this.

Seeing that he was so "calm", the monk couldn't help but smile gently, then got up and went to the bookshelf, picked up a blue notebook and handed it to Charles.

"These are some of the experiences I wrote down when I went out on missions in my early years, and they contain various characteristics and coping strategies of the Demon Apostles, so you can read them when you have time."

"Be cautious, some cultists will set traps in anticipation of the time when the church is going to hunt them down, so you'd better think and observe more during your trip."

"Your first time on a mission, you must not be impulsive, it is best to cooperate with the local police to investigate, don't think that you have learned to cast spells, so you don't take them seriously, except for some special spells, find people or they are doing it."

……

After tirelessly admonishing him, Charles nodded his head in agreement, and finally, the middle-aged monk added, "Also, don't have any pity for the demon apostles, because they don't deserve mercy at all, and letting them go will make you regret it for the rest of your life." ”

"What did he do?" Brother Woody said this with a complicated expression, and Charles couldn't help but ask.

"He killed his wife and a pair of children." The monk's face was gentle, but his eyes flashed with a hint of anger: "Then dig out their hearts and cook them and eat them." ”

“……”

"Cruelty is a virtue and the best way to please the devil."

Charles couldn't help but think of a quote from a certain book.

……

After bidding farewell to the monk, Charles did not intend to delay too much, and while it was still dark, he hired a carriage and prepared to set off.

The town of Vinsay, located just north of Pita City, is only half a day's journey from Canyon Town, the "territory" of the Charles, and he arrived at Canyon Town that night and then arrived there by horse-drawn carriage at noon.

Charles had expected the task to be tedious and time-consuming, and like those adventure stories, there might be a lot of danger involved.

However, when he arrives in the town to find the principal, he is told that the cruel demon apostle has been captured by them!

"Caught ......," Charles was a little dumbfounded as he came here to make a big move.

"Truss was unlucky, and it would have been difficult to find him when he fled into the mountains, but he fell into the trap laid by Master Madden a long time ago; Oh, and I forgot to introduce you, Master Madden is the best hunter in our town, and once even singled out a wild boar......"

Quietly listening to the explanation of a middle-aged local policeman, Charles was silent.

Is the legendary Demon Apostle so Luther? Caught by a group of ordinary people, with an ordinary, even forgotten and abandoned trap?

originally thought that he would come all the way here to be a great savior, but it seemed that he could only play soy sauce. This can't help but give Charles a vague sense of loss, but this feeling is fleeting, although it seems that there is some lack of some kind of "pretending" opportunity, but it is also a lot less trouble.

Led by the mayor named Winters, they arrived at the town's "police station".

It is more like a police station, but rather an ordinary house, the overall wooden structure, the style is slightly like a stilted building in memory, standing quietly on the edge of the town near the forest, covered by the lazy shadow of the tree.

When I pushed the door in, I saw that there were not many staff members in the house, only two policemen in their forties.

They were bored reading the newspaper inside, when they saw the mayor leading people in, and hurriedly got up to say hello.

"This is the Cranston monk sent by the Church to cleanse the demons." The mayor introduced.

"Oh, hello monk, welcome to the town of Vensay!"

The two policemen behaved enthusiastically, although they were a little surprised by Charles's immature appearance, but it was only a little surprise, and more joy.

"You can count it, Truss cried and howled every day after his arrest, and occasionally made all kinds of grotesque and intimidating sounds, which made us people panic, if it wasn't for the pistol that couldn't kill him, we would have blown his head out......"

Grumbling softly, leaving the mayor to help stay behind, the two policemen eagerly led Charles to the underground cell of the "police station".

It is said to be a prison cell, but it is actually only a basement, and the wooden entrance is in a corner of the house.

After walking down the short wooden ladder, a man fell to the ground, covered in ashes, filthy and smelly, as if he had run to a stinking ditch and rolled around and then dried in the sun.

Aside from his scruffy appearance and the faint black fuzz on his skin, he looked well-mannered, and there was no sign of cruelty in his mouth, but as soon as he spoke, Charles overturned his initial impression.

"I raised them, I gave them life, what's wrong with me taking these back!? You nosy scumbags, they're mine, everything is mine! ”

The tightly bound male roared, struggled and rolled, glaring at Charles fiercely, his anger so strong that the black hair on his face seemed to be much thicker because of it.

"The same as the one who was judged in the church." After a few glances, Charles came to a conclusion.

From the monk's notes, he learned that this kind of demon apostle with pale black hair on his body was only the lowest level, and he might have been contaminated with the breath of hell from the rudimentary rituals, or he might have been infected by someone else.

However, although they are low-level apostles, they still have the universal characteristic of hellish demons - immortality!

Mundane weapons can wound them, but they can't kill them entirely, whether it's a burst in the head or a crushing heart.

As long as the general outline of their bodies remains, they cannot truly die.

Of course, this immortality would not work if they had the ability to chop them into minced flesh or burn them to ashes with fire, but this involved another problem - the contagiousness of the apostles' flesh......

The characteristics were so obvious that there was no possibility of wrongdoing, and Charles didn't need to interrogate anything, so after a few glances, he ignored the man's roar, and directly pulled down the thorn cross necklace hanging around his neck and held it in his hand.

Under the reverence of the two policemen and the frenzied gaze of the prisoner, the young man looked down and stretched out his right hand to the bound prisoner on the ground, and a majestic incantation sounded from the slightly gloomy basement as the pendant swayed.

The light of the cross followed, emerging, turning, and a wave of heat hit, and the temperature of the basement gradually rose until it reached the point of baking, and the apostle was greatly tormented by it.

"Ah——!h

It was like roasting on a blazing stove, and the pain made the facial features of the person at his feet twist and hideous, and he kept struggling and rolling. The screams were loud and terrible, but they lasted for a short time and became weaker by the extreme pain.

Eventually, the white light cocoon was wrapped and scattered again, and the heat distorted the air, revealing an inconspicuous pile of black dust.

"Solved, ah......" Looking at all this, the police sighed at this.

No matter how they deal with the monsters, they can't really kill them, and they are burned to a puddle of ashes after just reciting a few words of "words", which is really shocking enough.

But the fact is that in the face of certain beings, mortals seem to be able to only watch the play from the sidelines, and do not do much to help.

Of course, because this kind of thing is not very common, this play is still very interesting......

After returning to the top one after another, and after a few brief explanations, Charles was about to leave when a policeman suddenly stopped him.

"During the capture of Trus, we found a special circumstance, and asked the monk to take a look."

As he spoke, he handed Charles a letter.

Is it an ordinary event?

Secretly puzzled, Charles took the letter and opened it, then frowned.

It was written a letter of exchange from the apostle who had just turned to ashes to an official in the capital, roughly waiting for follow-up words such as the matter had been done, without cause and effect, and Charles seemed to understand it; But he was able to see the fact that a certain official in the capital had colluded with the Demon Apostle.

Or at the time of writing, the one who turned to a pile of ashes wasn't the Devil's Apostle?

"It's going to change?" Putting the letter away, he thought to himself.

There is collusion between the officials of the capital and the demon apostles, and there are many hidden things behind this......

That doesn't mean it's all true, though, and maybe it's the demonic apostle's gibberish.

"Leave it to the church, even if it's true, my little minion can't mix this kind of thing, and it's more likely to be fake. How could the officials of the capital contact the inconspicuous townspeople of such a remote town......" Secretly thinking, he said goodbye to the enthusiastic mayor of Wensai Town and the two policemen, and began to rush back non-stop.

Finally, on the morning of the day, he returned to the city of Pita.

……

"You're fast."

After two days of not seeing him, Brother Woody was still gentle and serene, and when Charles walked in, he greeted him with a friendly expression.

"How? Did it go well? ”

"It went well, and after I went, the police had already arrested the target and put him in prison, just one shot away." Charles shrugged.

The monk nodded in understanding.

"Most of the missions are like this, mortal weapons cannot cause harm to the apostles, and only the power of the Lord can completely destroy evil." As he spoke, he turned and bowed to the idol.

Charles was not as devout as he was, and seeing that he seemed to be about to start praying, he hurriedly handed the monk the letter.

"It's a bit of a new discovery, and there could be some secret."

"Secret?" The monk turned around and took the envelope, opened it, and squinted slightly. But he didn't show any other expression, and after casually tucking the letter into his cuff, he took out another one and handed it to Charles.

"A letter too?" Seeing this, Charles was dumbfounded.

He had just given a letter to the monk, and immediately after receiving a reply, he looked at it as if it were a deal.

"What is here? Wouldn't it be a secret? ”

"It's your path to growth."

"The path to growth?" Curious, Charles was about to open it when Brother Woody stopped him with a smile.

"You'd better watch it when you get home, treat it as a surprise, and remember, don't be spotted by others."

"Is it necessary?" Rolling his eyes secretly, Charles nodded superficially.

Then, as soon as he walked out of the church, he couldn't wait to open the envelope.

When I opened it, there was a list inside, and Charles couldn't help but groan slightly.

Illumination, healing, expulsion, blessing, punishment, bounty......

The long list was dazzling and eager, but the contribution required for each post-procedure was daunting.

The cheapest illumination requires five more missions, and the most expensive resurrection costs 300!

In the Acavia Continent, ten months a year, according to one task per month, wouldn't it take him 30 years to exchange for the most expensive one?

"I'd better play with my necromancy." Pursing his lips secretly, Charles casually put the list in his pocket, and then looked down at himself.

On the way back, he suddenly figured out a problem, and his "stat bar" had changed.

……

[Your name: Charles. Cranston】

[Your age: 16]

【Your Health Status: Energetic】

[Skills you have mastered: Eye of Knowing (Constant), Bone Resuscitation (99/100%),

Curse of Pain (30/100%), Purification (3/100%), Touch of Fatigue (15/100%), Blood for Blood (0/100%)]

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