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Chapter 127: Reunion

"I am a priest sent by the 13th Division of the General Bureau to escort the prisoners."

Bowing his head slightly, he glanced at the short man who was submissive in front of him, and then contacted the original drama and plot, Kars basically knew it... It seems that after learning that nothing could be done, the German side had begun to put pressure on these clergy, who were powerless to resist.

No, rather, it promised them eternal and immortal life.

Now it is completely impossible to expect this group of guys to help themselves, and even to put it pessimistically, it is probably a blessing that they don't hand the knife behind their backs.

"Ahh I am, I'm the head of the European division, Melander. ”

He still looks like a hairy boy no more than 20 years old when he speaks intermittently, and compared to the bishop he saw in the Vatican before, this temporary branch head is more like a substitute for the dead caught from the side of the road - although he wears a black priest's sacrificial robe, he does not even have the slightest majesty and solemnity, ha, in this regard, the Vatican's big names are full of grandeur!

"These are blasphemous prisoners, and the Ministry has decided to keep them here temporarily, so... Where is the dungeon? ”

I don't want to say more, Kars's body is obviously not in good condition after the bumps along the way, but in front of these crazy sinners, he can't show the slightest weakness, otherwise no one knows what good things they will do!

"Well... In fact, the Inquisition's dungeon was completely destroyed by a previous explosion... Now most of the institutions have been evacuated and can be used as prison cells..."

Melander's eyes flickered slightly, but it seemed that because there was some force of irresistibility, he could only bite the bullet and continue to explain the reason to Kars.

"If you don't mind, you can put them in the stable behind the church first... It was very clean there. ”

Stables?

Leaving aside the fact that the huge European branch even has only one dungeon, is it true that the current situation is so embarrassing that it is impossible to find even a decent enclosed space?

"I take the liberty of asking..."

Fighting spirits, Kars continued to speak

"I wonder how many personnel are still stationed in the branch right now?"

"Also, there are three monks"

Melander became more and more uneasy, and even his already intermittent responses became more trembling.

"The knight of the Inquisition was killed in battle last month..."

"Killed in battle?"

Kars quickly caught the crux of the other man's words, and then frowned.

"Yes... Last month, around this time, was... Once a ghoul attacked here, and the knight of Lucid rushed out of the church..."

"I see."

It looks like an unfortunate story, but Kars smells of conspiracy in it. Although he ostensibly agrees with Melander's statement, in reality, Kars has a different perspective on the matter... But now, it's not the time to talk about that.

"So, I'll take the prisoner over first... The return plane may not come for a long time, so I'm afraid I will have to bother here for a while, so I hope you will forgive me. ”

"Ah, you're so polite."

Melander hurriedly pointed in the direction of the stable, and then walked briskly away through the side door, as if he were an uninvited visitor. And Kars, who had already judged the situation, naturally did not show any curiosity because of this, but just took it upon himself to lead the group of criminals in the direction of the stable.

However, being quiet does not mean being unprepared.

- The red jacket had long since been destroyed during the mission of Theaulière, and now the priest has only put on a gray cloak over the black sacrificial robe... The wide sleeves completely hid the young man's hands in them, so no one noticed that in addition to the chains, the curse sword had already been pressed against the palm of his hand.

His own life can only be protected by himself, although he misses the days with Father Anderson, and he is happy to believe in the so-called "glory of the Lord". But if you lose your life in vain, you should leave it to the fanatics!

…

Skirting the war-torn corridor, the gloomy sunlight softened to the point of almost solidification, and the man in the gray cloak could not be seen, while the chains extending from his cuffs dragged the ground with a creepy grinding sound—at the other end of the chains led a ragged figure, more like a corpse than a man, with a hollow and numb expression more panicked than a hideous ghost, and a weak step that suppressed the madness of a collapse of reason.

In the church in the afternoon, for some reason, there was such a panicked scene...

The "Parade of Spirits" floated across the courtyard, but the leader of the "Grim Reaper" suddenly stopped, as if he smelled some tempting scent, his head hidden under the cloak tilted slightly at a subtle angle, looking at the corner obscured by the shadow of dead wood and the church itself, as if he was contemplating something...

Suddenly! The bright silver curse sword struck, and the gray-robed guy swept towards the corner of the church like a goshawk!

"Boom!"

The sound of chains rubbing against the ground suddenly became urgent, and the "living corpses" that were originally being dragged behind them immediately staggered.

Compared to their clumsiness, the gray-robed man showed an astonishing speed, the curse sword hidden in the cuff slashed down with great sharpness, and the sound of rapid friction with the air even made people wonder if he would cut off along with the other party's bones...

However, the murder weapon came to an abrupt halt before it touched the other's skin—in a rhythm that was even more abrupt than when it was activated.

…

"How are you?"

After a long time, Kars's surprised but helpless voice sounded.