The distance between the village and Crow City is not far, and it can be reached in twenty minutes on horseback.

No matter how much the gray-armored knights urged the mounts under their feet, they couldn't catch up with the slow-walking black robes in front of them, which made their hearts even more terrifying.

Carlo was stopped at the gate by several guards, all of whom wore the same gray armor, but without the black feathers on their heads.

Byrne jumped off his horse, quickly rushed in front of Carlo, shouted a few words at the guard, and then respectfully welcomed Carlo in.

The inside of the city is as simple as the outside, with low bungalows made of gray masonry everywhere, and the only towering roof in the innermost part can be seen from the gates.

According to Bourne's memory, it was supposed to be the City Lord's Mansion and the Dark Church.

The road was paved with yellow mud and gravel, and it should have rained for the past two days, and it looked a little muddy, covered with messy horseshoe prints, ruts, and human footprints.

There are also all kinds of garbage, livestock and human dung, mixed together, and the stench is stinking.

Some of them are like the ancient European countries of the Middle Ages, and from this point of view, the civilization level of the Grimm world has advanced a lot.

At least, more than a hundred years ago, a small city did not have such a large population, and at that time, a city of a few thousand people, with the scattered villages around it, could be called a kingdom.

Byrne strode forward to lead the way, in the direction of the two towering buildings.

Carlo casually surveyed his surroundings.

He saw someone come out of the gray stone house, sweep the garbage and feces at the door to the door of the neighbors, and when he walked back to the house satisfied, the door was soon filled with other people's garbage again.

He saw that the strong and rude man snatched the melon and fruit from the arms of a thin woman, and the woman fought with him angrily, and there were people around him who shouted loudly, and in the end, the man not only got the melon and fruit, but also dragged the bruised woman into his house.

He saw two fierce men duel with knives in the streets, and the city guards in gray armor giggled and watched the excitement, only to have a piece of flesh cut off from the face of the vanquished and an iron collar around his neck, and become the slave of the other.

He saw that selfishness, viciousness, violence, cruelty... Evil order is erected in the midst of chaos.

It is similar to the sin dynasty he established in the totem world, but it is far from the level where evil is beautiful, and it is also a fertile soil suitable for the growth of evil.

Suddenly, an argument caught Carlo's attention.

"Mother, I'm going to reason with the city lord why they arrested my brother, and my brother didn't do anything wrong."

A handsome young man in a short gray linen robe yelled angrily at an old woman with gray hair, looking at what should be a mother and son.

"Your brother is a cultist, he has angered the dark gods, and the Holy Maiden will redeem him."

"He's not a cultist, he's my older brother who grew up with me... He saved the injured Uncle Mark, but the drunken old bastard grabbed him to collect the bounty, and I was going to kill him."

The old woman begged bitterly, but the handsome young man's emotions became more and more excited, and the sadness and pain on the old woman's face suddenly swept away, and became resentful and vicious, and she grabbed a thick wooden stick and struck the young man on the back of the head, and the young man's eyes were black and fainted.

Only then did the old woman return to her original kind and pitiful appearance, and dragged the unconscious boy away in a hurry.

Perhaps seeing that Carlo's gaze stayed on the mother and son for a long time, Bourne on the side came up to explain flatteringly: "This lowly brother is a reincarnated son of the Green Goblin Sect, who was caught by us some time ago and imprisoned in a cell, and is about to be sent to the Holy Diocese to be burned at the stake... If I had known that they would get in the way of the eyes of the adults today, I should have killed the whole family and thrown them out of the city to feed the wolves."

Carlo glanced at him lightly, didn't speak, and walked forward on his own.

Bourne laughed wryly, his eyes flashing sharply, and he strode to follow.

Byrne led Carlo to the two buildings with high roofs, one of which was also made of gray stone, but much larger and more majestic, and the other of which was black and more elaborate.

Compared to these two buildings, the rest of the houses in the city are like slums.

"I've already reported to the bishop and the lord of the castle, let's go to meet the lord first, and then go to the lord's dinner together."

Bourne whispered, walking towards the Black Chapel first.

Carlo knew in his heart that in today's Grimm world, divine power is still higher than royal power, but he doesn't know which dark god they believe in.

Carlo had a little guess in his mind, but he wasn't sure.

Walking into the church, there was a small fountain at the door, and instead of water, blood was spewing out of the fountain.

When he entered, two sallow-faced men were kneeling in front of the fountain, a man and a woman, their arms hanging down from the fountain, and a deep knife cut on their wrists, and blood continued to flow out and fall into the pool.

Carlo saw that the arms of the two were covered with dense wounds, some were scars, some had not yet scabbed, and it seemed that it was not the first time.

The bleeding woman seemed to be unable to support her weak body any longer, and suddenly fainted by the fountain, and the man on the side hurriedly retracted his hand, grabbed the woman's arm and squeezed it hard.

"Alright, the ceremony can be over. ”

The man in a black robe and a priest at the fountain spoke expressionlessly, and the man hurriedly took a few copper coins from his pocket and stuffed them into the priest's hand.

A trace of disdain and disdain flashed on the black-robed priest's face, and he said lightly: "The bishop has heard your prayers and will relay them to God." ”

The man thanked him for holding down the wound on his arm, stood up tremblingly, and then kicked the unconscious woman on the ground a few times, and the woman did not move, he cursed in a low voice, and walked out of the church on his own.

Is this the ritual of the Dark Cult?

Carlo meditated in his mind as several people in the church strode towards him.

Several people were all wearing black robes, and the black robe on the first one was the most gorgeous, embroidered with some beautiful patterns in red thread.

"Is it an adult from the Holy Parish?"

Byrne respectfully called out to the bishop, who was not very old, in his twenties, with a pale face and deep-set eye sockets, as if he had been hollowed out by wine.

He looked at Carlo with a smile, giving him a gloomy feeling.

Carlo looked at him, but before he could speak, the latter had already continued: "Let's invite the adults in first."

The bishop makes a gesture of invitation respectfully and politely.

Carlo glanced at the black church behind him, where hundreds of well-equipped guards were hidden, the tallest of them with a fierce face.

He smiled and strode toward the church.