In the Cathedral of Marseille in Brittus, the cogwheel-driven stars are still moving slowly, and they are arranged in a special orbit under a huge curtain.

Under the shimmering sky, Bishop Nance replied in a very affirmative tone.

Because since the end of the last witch hunt year thirteen years ago, the number of witches on this continent has dropped dramatically, and the number of male witches itself is very small.

In the past ten years, there have been no more disasters caused by witch gatherings and sacrifices, not only in Norman, but also in the world.

"If it's not a witch gathering, then there are out-of-control wizards or monsters hiding around Brittus, and the ability who is more sensitive than ordinary people will have an impact, causing chaos among the ability. ”

"That kid from the witch hunter hasn't discovered this yet, he must think that the Holy See's poor supervision has caused the capable to dare to violate the law in public, so he just cleaned up the violators, and did not investigate the real reason why the capable people attacked ordinary people. ”

Edmund didn't let his guard down at his answer, he closed his eyes and thought about it again, and told his speculation.

"We must find this trouble as soon as possible and fix it before the people of the Witch Hunter Guild find out, or the Witch Hunter Guild will have more reason to meddle in order in the town. ”

Bishop Nance understood what Edmund was trying to say.

Originally, he didn't think much about it, but after getting the prompt, he thought about the important things he wanted to say to Edmund, and he had a faint feeling in his heart that these things might really be connected.

"Edmund, do you remember the days you first arrived in Brittus, where there was a corpse mutilation where the killer used the body pieces to pose in a strange way in an attempt to divert the police's attention to the witch?"

Edmund nodded, he remembered it well.

After the church intervened in the corpse mutilation case, it quickly wiped out the cultists who lived opposite the defendant's door and the cult organization that was hiding in a basement in Brittus.

Although this cult is not composed of wizards or capable people, there is only a group of people who do not learn and do not know how to live a negative life.

Finally, Bishop Nance held a grand press conference to publicize the Holy See and at the same time warn the citizens to absolutely not join the cult.

"You mean...... The corpse shredding case was not done by ordinary people, but was deliberately set up by someone with the ability to be familiar with the mysterious world, so that we can think that the murderer is an ordinary person who knows nothing about witches?"

"That's right, we recently discovered some new clues, the victim's husband is a registered capable person, and he is currently missing. ”

Nan motioned for the missionary behind him to hand over the information, and Bishop Nans handed the scroll to Edmund, who began to look through the information of the three capable people, including Mr. Keton.

The old yellowed brown paper counts the people who lived in and around Brittus, and the mimeographed photos are inserted in the notebook, recording the expressionless faces of these people.

"Are you saying that the real culprit in the corpse shredding case is Keton, and it is also this Mr. Keton who caused chaos among the other two capable people?"

Edmund closed the thick notebook, apparently skeptical of the speculation, which, according to the records, was capable of being nothing more than a turtle.

Unless he comes into contact with a terrifying source of energy after being examined by the Holy See, there is absolutely no possibility that he will become an ominous being that can affect the chaos of the abilities.

"No, I'm saying that Cuton may have been influenced by a wizard to uncharacteristically plot a murder, so he could be the starting point for us to find the source of the chaos. ”

"After all, perception can't be used indefinitely, you haven't found this existence in Brittus these days, it must be hidden!"

Bishop Nance is very sure that he has finally reached an agreement with Edmund at this moment, and the next thing they have to do is to find the runaway wizard or monster immediately, catch it and burn it to death!

Edmund and Bishop Nance continued to talk until the early hours of the morning, and by the time night had fallen, Bill was already driving his wagon back to the lodge.

The wheels creaked across the dirt road, leaving two rut marks, and it was still difficult to see other cars on the way home, but as he passed the small town of Whitpet, he felt that it was more desolate than usual.

The houses in the town are made of local honey-colored stone rocks, and although they are a little dilapidated, they have a complicated old flavor and retain the appearance of the original hundreds of years ago.

The stone-paved curved lanes of the town's main road are deserted with no pedestrians in sight, and the only two shops on either side of the main road are not open, except for the gray monastery with kerosene lamps.

Farther away, the civilian cemetery seemed to have more crossboards, and Bill controlled the carriage to slow down and enter the monastery where the only light was on.

There were no members of the Oude Holy See in this dilapidated gray monastery.

Although it was once founded by the Holy See of Oude, they abandoned the town after the fall of the town of Whipbit, which had only a few dozen old and sick left.

So the monastery was taken over by a few old women, who had come from Brittus, and who organized their activities on weekdays, like the Holy See of Oude, to listen to the troubles of the inhabitants and to get a little food.

A hurried figure dangled through the crack in the door, and Bill pushed open the rotting wooden door, his presence seemingly unnoticed.

Women in gray linen robes and hats are busy turning on hot water for the elderly and children who are lying on the ground moaning, and wiping their sweat with hot towels.

Only three candles burned in the huge auditorium, and an old woman with a wrinkled face stood in front of the idol and prayed that God would take away the sickness and bring smiles back to the poor and innocent.

"What's wrong with them, is there an outbreak?"

Using a three-tiered handkerchief to cover his mouth and nose, Bill stopped the woman with the hot tub, her sallow face was also painful, perhaps just because the symptoms were mild, and she was still helping to take care of the patient.

"It is not yet known if it is a plague, but the mayor of the town has contacted Brittus and believes that soon the government will send a doctor here. ”

"What about the symptoms, how many people are sick in the town now, what is the mortality rate, and are there any patients who have recovered themselves?"

The situation in the small town of Whippet is clear at a glance, and Bill is a little concerned about the sudden outbreak of disease.

The outbreak of the epidemic in the small town of Whitbit shows that there is something wrong in the vicinity of Whitbit that causes a large number of sick residents.

Bill lives right next to the small town of Whipbit, and if there is a real outbreak of plague in the town of Whipbit, then the mountain villa will also be investigated.

It was a critical time to wait for the Royal Norman Academy of Natural Sciences, and he didn't want to be disturbed by anyone else or find out about his connection to the Institute.

The middle-aged woman who was stopped by Bill didn't know Bill, but she quickly replied that there was nothing to hide about these things, and she thought that if Bill was a doctor or reporter who came to Whippet Town to learn about the situation, she should cooperate more.

"People who are sick at the moment have sudden symptoms of abdominal pain, followed by vomiting, diarrhea and coughing, what to eat and what to vomit. ”

"The elderly and children are all very sick, adults of our age are fine, but they have abdominal pain and diarrhea, not to that unbearable extent. ”

"Four elderly people and two small children have died, most of the patients are suffering from the disease, their condition is getting worse and worse, and there are no patients who can recover on their own!"

"Sir, the only doctor in town, Tim, is also sick, if you are a journalist doctor, or an investigator sent by the government, please help us!"