Warhammer squirmed, trying to soothe the awkward atmosphere. Receiving a commission may seem easy to him, but he must admit that it is the most uncomfortable commission reward he has ever received in his life. The prayers of the priests never seem to have stopped, and the Order is willing to give the blessing of God to any ordinary person who has helped them. But alas, all Warhammer cares about is the 50,000 gold coins.

Blackburn didn't believe in Remidia, but he tried to pretend to be more religious. Although it seemed to Warhammer to be a clumsy performance, Blackburn didn't need to be as restrained as he was now, because he was a man who liked to be uninhibited, just like himself. Finally, after the priest had finished his last prayer, Warhammer's heart burst into applause, sarcastic applause.

Well, now comes Warhammer's favorite part. A priest led the two of them into a slightly darkened room, and it had to be said that they were so devout even when they went to get the gold coins. Of course, Warhammer doesn't think that the gold coins that represent wealth are given to people by the gods. There is no doubt that it is humans who make them. He never thought that the rules of money had anything to do with the gods.

Warhammer swore that he would never take any more commissions from the Order, and he was fed up with the whole process, which made his mood a little gloomy for the day. It was only when the priest handed over the box full of fifty thousand gold coins to the Warhammer that his mood improved a little. "Not bad, not bad. Warhammer muttered to himself.

"May God's blessings be with you and meet you again. The priest said, putting his hand on his chest.

"Goodbye. Warhammer briefly responded with a brief blessing before turning and leaving the room with Blackburn.

Maybe for Warhammer them, things have calmed down and there is nothing to worry about, but for the priests, it's different. They seem to have a ton of problems overnight, from different things or people. First, the Order had to examine the children, but as we had seen before, it was difficult for them to have a good impression of strangers. Alienating them was the most normal thing to do, so the Order made it necessary for Evie to deal with the problem.

Second, the clergy found a great deal of information about the Dark Order from the church, although they completely eradicated one stronghold. But judging from the parchment of the information, or the rumors in other places, or the strange things that have happened, there are still many strongholds. It may take a long time to eradicate them completely, perhaps longer than the life of an ordinary clergyman.

Eventually, all the villagers in the village near the forest were killed. The Order guessed that the murderer was a mutant created by the Dark Order, but the black-robed woman did not confess anything. In the end, she could not escape the fate of being burned at the stake, and the Inquisition's methods of punishment would allow the soul of any heretic and criminal person to be purified by the flames. What can be confirmed is that at the moment when she was finally engulfed in flames, she still maintained a confident smile on her face.

The mutants seemed to have left the area after the slaughter, and it was too difficult to find them in the vast plains of Amiens. This required the help of other local orders, and the Huttonmar Order was not actually prepared to spend extra energy trying to find them. In any case, they felt that the most important thing at the moment was to calm the panic of the people of Huttonmar. The appearance of the mutant pretender still left a scar of fear in people's hearts, panic is like a plague, if not suppressed in time, it will infect everyone.

At one point, Dominic went to investigate the village outside the forest that had been slaughtered by mutants, but in his latest investigation, instead of finding any clues left by the mutants, he met the Delos there. Maybe the Delos didn't want to offend the gods easily, so they didn't do anything to Dominic. Just warn him not to come here again, or they will kill everyone they see.

"Why should I listen to the Delos?" asked Dominic, disdainfully.

"Because you don't have a choice. The captain of the Delos cavalry squad said to Dominic.

"Interesting, why would you be interested in a village that is no longer ordinary?" Dominic didn't mean to threaten the other party, he also knew that he didn't have any advantage in numbers, so he wouldn't do anything reckless, especially after this incident.

The captain of the cavalry squad jumped out of the saddle, patted the dust off his leg armor and walked in front of Dominic. "I can tell you, but you're going to die. Do you want me to do that, and let people give me the title of a demon who kills the gods and believers?"

"Your concerns are deep, Captain. Dominic sneered.

"Now, get out of here, before I change my mind. The captain raised his hand and pointed in a casual direction, in his opinion, this priest can go anywhere now, but just don't linger in front of him.

"Please. Dominic raised his hand and turned to walk out of the village. There's no benefit to clashing with the Delos here, and if Dominic wants to find out what's going on in this village, he'll have to learn to put up with their arrogance.

Sure enough, after half an hour, the departure of the Delos proved that Dominic's patience was not worthless. He now seemed to understand what Golantis and Evie had been telling him, which he had always taken as a deaf ear. Dominic led the horses down the small dirt slope and slowly walked towards the village.

Although the body was disposed of by an unknown group of people on the day of the incident, it is not without clues. Dominic tried to examine the traces of the fight in different rooms, and judging by the furniture that had been damaged during the battle, it didn't seem to be caused by mutants. "No, mutants are so powerful that even mutants who focus on increasing their agility can easily smash a cabinet to pieces with an iron rod. But the cabinet was still intact, leaving only a trace of a saber cut on it. Could it be ......" Dominic looked out the door, frowning.

"I'm afraid it's not that simple, but if it's really the Delos who did it?" asked Dominic, standing up into the air. The matter was getting more and more confusing, but now that the Delos had left here, he couldn't verify the facts. Besides, Dominic didn't think that the Delos would answer his own questions so honestly.

"I'll have to report this to Master Golantis. Dominic walked out the door quickly, mounted his horse, and galloped toward Huttonmar. Along the way, he thought about what he had seen. Then he felt that everything seemed to be connected by something or someone, but that thing or person still existed in the fog.