On the morning of the photo of the corpse dismemberment case in the major newspapers, the Holy See of Oude had already received the news for the first time, and in the splendid and magnificent Cathedral of Marseille, the missionaries knocked on the door of the bishop's room, respectfully and solemnly.

"Lord Bishop Nance, I have something to report to you. ”

"Come in. ”

Pushing open the door, the missionaries entered the lavishly decorated room, where Bishop Nance lived on the top floor of the Cathedral of Marseille, with a panoramic view of the church through the bright floor-to-ceiling windows, and the cogs and stars on the ceiling were within reach.

The man standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window at this moment is Bishop Nance, who is also the supreme head of the Holy See in Norman.

"Bishop Nance, please take a look at the newspaper that was just published this morning, there was a case of mutilation of corpses on the street of Fournier the night before, and according to the photos that flowed from the scene, many people believe that the mutilation was related to witches. ”

The missionary showed the newspaper, Bishop Nance only glanced at it, and the resolute man who was sitting on the couch suddenly got up and took the newspaper.

"It's just a murder case planted for witchcraft, and witches don't put on this sacrificial figure. ”

"So do you think this murder has nothing to do with the mysterious world, Brother Edmund, who came to Norman from a distant holy land, I didn't expect you to solve the case. ”

Bishop Nans finally withdrew his gaze to the sky, and his room was not only on the top floor of the Cathedral of Marseille, but also the closest to the sun in the church.

Edmund, dressed in the old monastic robes, naturally heard the irony in Bishop Nance, but he was completely unmoved, his deep eyes were full of incomprehensible things, and the missionary unconsciously moved in the direction of Bishop Nance, away from the man who was full of solemnity and depth.

"You should put away your arrogance, Nance, before you left the Holy Land, you were a hermit who was more disciplined than everyone else, and now I am disappointed in you. ”

"Times have changed, Edmund, look at this ever-changing world, forty years ago it was an ancient city full of horse manure, ordinary people all lived in the countryside, only the royal family and nobles could live in the castle!"

"And today we have a smooth road, a clean and tidy environment, the most comfortable shelter, and no longer have to breathe the air full of the smell of rot, which is the benefit of the progress of the times!"

"Since the government of the aristocracy will prevent a better life from coming, then a change of dynasty will inevitably happen, and I will only speed up the process!"

Bishop Nance, with his arms open, was a little excited, and spoke passionately about the reasons for his actions, but as a bishop, he quickly calmed down.

Edmund was not driven by his impassioned preaching, and was still in a depression.

"So that's why you are agitating the Holy See to support the bourgeois revolution, you reckless old thing!"

"The Witch Hunters' Guild has raised serious questions about the Holy See, and their level of trust in the Holy See is minimized when you and the street rats violate ancient conventions. ”

"During this time, the Witch Hunters' Association will send investigators to Brittus ......"

"No, perhaps they have already ended the general election ahead of schedule and quietly come to the area of the town under the responsibility of the Holy See, waiting to catch us, and I came here personally because of this. ”

Returning the newspaper to the missionary, Edmund lifted his shabby bag on the ground and walked out the door alone, limping.

"Where are you going?"

"Of course, I'm going to wipe your ass, I felt multiple energy fluctuations when I stepped into Brittus last night, and I need to check if these people have taken care of themselves and made no illegal moves. ”

Despite his many grievances with Bishop Nance, Edmund chose to explain what he was going to do next.

"You're getting more sensitive, Edmund, and that's not a good thing. ”

"You know better than I do that even the Holy See ascetics are not many willing to practice perception, and thousands of years of experience tell us that no one can escape the final end. ”

"The more you know, the sooner you'll be in ...... of no return"

Slowly stopping his footsteps, Edmund turned to face Bishop Nance, took out a nine-kit leather whip from the cloak of the cylinder that was about to rot, and threw it to Nance, the whip was full of black marks that had been soaked in blood for a long time.

"The Holy See needs the ability to perceive the world. ”

"Brother Alfrede has lost his mind, evil people are still spreading darkness and fear, and we cannot wait for the irreparable to happen. ”

“...... Nance, believe me, I have received a lot of revelations from my penance, and I will definitely not step into the abyss easily!"

The door creaked shut as Edmund stepped out, and he turned to stand in the area with the best view, Bishop Nance watched Edmund walk out of the Cathedral of Marseille, his serious and solemn face still unconsciously showing a hint of worry.

Only the missionary looked blankly at Bishop Nance, who was clutching the nine-knuckle bone whip.

"Lord Bishop Nance, do we still want to get involved in the corpse mutilation case, this murder has caused a huge panic in Brittus, if ......"

"I understood that sending two people to the police station to take over the case in a moment was a good opportunity to preach the doctrine and consolidate the status and influence of the Holy See. ”

"Yes, Lord Bishop!"

......

Just when Bishop Nance decided to send someone to help the police solve the mutilation case, a 100-ton steam cruise ship in Rotterbeni Harbour, southwest of Brittus, whined and slowly docked.

Layers of sea fog rise on the blue sea level, and two seagulls glide and frolic in mid-air, stopping at the top of the cruise ship to rest.

In the bright sunshine, a young man dressed in old-fashioned clothes stood on the deck, his messy yellow hair tied behind his head with a headband, and a confident smile on his face, looking out at the magnificent complex shrouded in a faint smoke.

"Is this Brittus, it doesn't seem to be dangerous, the seniors in the association are making too much of a fuss, I will destroy all the monsters in this area that shouldn't exist, and after getting the loot, I will be promoted to an internal member!"

"As for the Ode Church, I will also find evidence that they have indeed violated the agreement as soon as possible and bring it back to the association, confirming the information that Alger's predecessor brought back from Makhnora!"

As the ship officially arrived at the dock, the young man jumped off the deck and landed firmly on the somewhat wet concrete floor, the silver nameplate hanging around his neck glistening in the sunlight.

And when the young man left the port of Rotter Beni and headed for the foggy capital, in the normal departure line of the cruise ship, a man with glasses in white clothes carried a large suitcase and walked down the stairs step by step.

Dr. Brigg also looked in the direction of Brittus, who had not returned for many days, his eyes drifting from side to side, and he was still clutching the newspaper with the scarred arm in his hand.

However, his destination at the moment is not the fog capital, but on the outskirts of the city, not far from the port of Rotterbeni.

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