So far, Maffeo who had infiltrated the church had not met any of the villagers outside the forest, which was a point that puzzled him. www.biquge.info Where have they gone? The question of Puffeo was more clear than ever before in Maffeo's mind. This was weird, as Maffeo could only see a large number of black-robed men in the main hall praying silently to some demon who was believed to be faithful.

Maffeo lowered his body to look at the statue at the end of the main hall—a demonic head, but with six wings spread out on its back. Maffeo had never seen anything stranger than this, but despite this, the black-robed believers below maintained their piety. O Supreme God, may you take calamity away from this world. Maffeo had heard too many words like that.

The black-robed woman walked along the black-carpeted path in the middle of the main hall, and the believers sitting on the pews did not salute the black-robed woman. Because in this place, only that statue is eligible to enjoy the reverence. Maffeo thought that this made him feel sarcastic. Even the black-robed woman herself walked up to one of the benches at the front, folded her hands, and expressed her respect for the gods with a prayer gesture similar to that of the priests of Hutton Mar Cathedral.

The solemn atmosphere made Maffeo feel like his body was starting to disobey, and he couldn't stay in this damn place anymore and watch this prayer that was not the same as most church prayers. The prayers at Hutton Marr Chapel are pious and warm, and here Maffeo feels nothing but stress, darkness, and curses.

After trying not to make a noise from touching anything, Maffeo made his way to the terrace outside the church. He looked up and saw that the moon overhead was obscured by a strange statue protruding from the outside of the church. Just a rough outline was enough to make Maffeo not want to approach it, and it was considered an ominous incarnation by Maffeo.

Finding the villagers and figuring out the secrets of the Dark Order are the two things that Maffeo needs to do, but the large number of villagers has disappeared for no reason, and the secrets of the Dark Order have no clue. Maffeo felt that the real difficulty was nothing more than that, and he lost a clear purpose. It's much easier to be a headless fly scurrying around in such a huge church than it is to find your target precisely.

Maffeo tried to put himself in Dominic's shoes and guess what he would do at such a time, but in the end he found it impossible. The way of thinking as a ghost swordsman is completely different from that of a priest, and the level of familiarity between the two parties with the knowledge of their respective fields is also different, and it is difficult for Maffeo to substitute himself into Dominic's thoughts.

Soon, with a soft exclamation, Maffeo stumbled and slipped through an ingenious triangular gap in the outer terrace of the church. "Damn, this damn church......" Maffeo tried to stop himself as he slipped down the slope, he really didn't know why the goddamn church had designed an extra ramp. But in the end, he found out that it was an emergency passage for the people in the church -- in a way of making dumplings.

In the end, Maffeo couldn't stop himself, the slope was smooth, and there was nothing to hold onto. Maffeo then slid into a deep darkness, in which his body vanished.

Maffeo struggled to his feet from the darkness, scraping his wounded calf with the pungent smell of herbs that Camille had given him before leaving, a strange move that seemed to work. He was soon able to hold the ground with his injured leg normally, and then he pushed away the white bone that lay in front of him—the first thing Maffeo saw in this dark place.

After putting the herbs he was carrying on the wound on his calf, Maffeo subconsciously reached for the potional bag on his waist, trying to find a bottle of cat's eye potion there. He thought that he might have bought a potion from Norton that would last for a long time, because of the people of Farowan, Huttonmar City Hall issued an order to strictly inspect the alchemy potion. Even an alchemist with a very high reputation like Norton must be examined.

Maffeo took out the only remaining bottle of cat's eye potion and uncorked it, moving it to his mouth, he couldn't remember how many times he drank alchemy potion today, he only knew that his body would be full of toxicity sooner or later. "This damn thing, it's hard to drink...... "Maffeo kept that twisted expression as he drank the cat's eye drops, it wasn't as good as wine to him. "Goodbye. He whispered to the empty bottle, then tossed it aside.

He had no doubt that it was more like a place of worship than the main hall of the church, with torch stands every five meters on either side of the passage, but there were no torches with flames stuck in them. The ground was covered with neat symbols that Maffeo couldn't read. The road continues in the direction of the church, and it is confirmed that the height of Maffeo's position is lower than the surface of the church. "Well, the secret meeting place underground, that's in the style of these guys. Maffeo muttered to himself as he walked down the road.

A sense of déjà vu came over me, as if it had only been a short time, and more than a year ago in Orcente, Maffeo had visited a place that resembled this place, and it was also full of mystery and curse. Rose and Margarita, yes, those two guys had a showdown there, though not spectacular. Almost instantly, Margarita used the power of Hades to kill Rose. Hell madman, he deserved to die.

Maffeo took a few steps forward, but turned away for something else - he felt the need to examine the bone, it would be bad if something important was missing. On the surface, it doesn't look like the white bone is anything of any concern, because it can't be more ordinary. The bones of an ordinary person are all too common, and on the front lines of war, every day will be a feast for flies.

Maffeo turned the bones over, repeating "sorry" in his mouth, after all, his actions were disrespectful to the deceased in the words of the clergy, and he certainly did not forget that this time he was accompanied by a clergyman, even though the other party was not present at the moment. Sure enough, Maffeo found something useful on the other side of the bones - a badge of the Elwyn Line Hunters' Guild.

He gently ripped off the badge wrapped around the bones and took it in his hand to look at it carefully. After a moment, he spoke to himself. "I think I've found your master. He didn't actually say to himself, but said to the recurve compound bow behind him. There was silence in response, and Maffeo clenched the badge tightly and carefully tucked it into the bag around his waist. "I'll take you home, hunter. Maffeo stood up, turned, and walked toward the darkness that never seemed to fade.