"Well, those priests want to come and see you, Father Priest." Sissi nodded her little head.

"Sissi, take the old man to have a look." Ashmida frowned, he had a sense of foreboding. Almost isolated from the world, with little communication with the outside world, the town is almost isolated from the world, and there are few people in the town, and there are also priests. Coupled with the matter of Remilia, it can't be traced to the traces left by Remilia, right?

"Okay."

"Click~~" Just as Sissi was leading the way for Ashmida, just when she walked out of the inner hall, the door of the church was pushed open.

"Excuse me, is the priest stationed in this church here?" An unfamiliar voice came from the open door, the vicissitudes of life indicated that its owner should be a mature man who had experienced a lot of things, and his gentle and polite tone showed that he was a good person to get along with. But Ashmida felt that something was wrong, and he felt a twisted madness in the voice, which made him care.

"Hello, brother." Ashmida stepped forward quickly, made a cross on the chest of the visitor, and greeted him politely.

"Hello, brother." The visitor also politely replied.

The man who came was dressed in a simple priest's robe, but his strong body was full of clothes, which made people wonder if his clothes would be torn if he moved, and he put a black coat on the outside, which looked very inconsistent in the slightly hot weather when he had just stepped into autumn. The uneven layers of stubble and hedgehog-like hair make it look very wild, and the vicissitudes of life, the hideous scar on the right cheek makes the originally ordinary face very terrifying, and the eyes that should be as sharp as eagle eyes are now unusually soft. But his gentle temperament conceals this wildness and fierceness. However, the smell of blood on his body was so strong that he couldn't hide it from Ashmida.

The moment he saw Ashmida, his soft eyes suddenly became very sharp, and his body burst out with a strong momentum, which was nothing to Ashmida, but Sissi, who was beside Ashmida, was suddenly suppressed.

"My name is Alexander Andrewson." The strange middle-aged priest introduced himself lightly: "I came here following the traces of a demon, and the traces of that demon are missing near this village, and I need your help." ”

"That's a big deal." Ashmida was slightly shocked in her heart, she was really chasing Remilia. He remained silent on the surface, smiled and said to Sissi, who was a little stunned on the side: "Sissi, please go to the kitchen to prepare some black tea and biscuits for the old man and Father Andrewson, and send them to my study." At the same time, he secretly went into Sissi's body

"Father Andrewson" After Sissi walked away for a while, Ashmida smiled and waved his hand at Andrewson, and said, "Please come with me." ”

“……… Well. Andrewson was silent for a moment, then followed, and followed Ashmida to his study.

"Who are you?" As soon as he entered the door, Andrewson suddenly asked sharply: "There should be only a small village of less than a hundred people and no priests assigned here, but this is a large town. From the mouths of the villagers, this qiē change is all thanks to you, Great Father. Speaking of this, Andrewson's tone carried a faint mockery, mocking Ashmida who would not even hide it.

"What do you want to ask? Name? Identity? Origin? Ashmida walked to his place and sat down, and said lightly, "Young man, the old man is just the shepherd of the Lord, and nothing else. ”

As soon as the words fell, a faint majesty appeared on Ashmida's body, and his handsome face bloomed with a shameful holiness, and his image became very tall, and the whole person was bathed in divine light, as if God was the embodiment of God in the world. In Andrewson's eyes, he saw the splendor of the Lord in this man, and he felt as if he were in the presence of God, and humbleness, godliness, and fear were in his heart at this moment.

"Your name is ......," Andrewson asked with some trepidation in an honorific to Ashmida.

"The old man's name? It makes no sense, the old man is just a humble shepherd who shepherds the lambs for the Lord, and the old man has no name and does not need a name. Ashmida looked solemn and said lightly. Ashmida's heart is super entangled at the moment!! It's disgusting, this line is disgusting! That narcissistic birdman! The old man can't help it! One day, the old man will kill and beat that guy!! Ashmida roared inwardly and overturned the coffee table of his heart.

"Yes." Andrewson bowed his head reverently and whispered reverently.

"Don't be careless about that demon, the old man will ask the townspeople to assist you in your investigation." Ashmida stood up from his chair and walked slowly to the window, as if looking down on the prosperity of the town, and said in a deep voice: "Please Father Andrewson must crusade against that demon, purify it from the body, from the soul, from the roots!" As soon as the words fell, Ashmida turned his head, and his originally gentle smile was completely covered with hideousness, and a faint but terrifying murderous aura shocked Andrewson's spirits, revealing a bloodthirsty smile.

"We are God's agents, God's punishment on earth's agents, and our mission is to wipe out the fools who disobey our God, and not even a single dregs remains............" Andrewson reverently knelt down and pounded the ground with one hand, his face frenzied.

"Amen!" ×2

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In the middle of the night, a black figure leapt out of the church, fell on the roof of a nearby house, and then galloped quickly, without making a sound, and no one was alarmed.

After a while, the figure left the town, and quickly ran towards a mountain peak in the distance, with the running speed of a formula car, and after a while, it reached the foot of the mountain, and the figure stopped galloping. The black shadow that stopped was illuminated by the moon, revealing a golden figure.

"It's really ............ today" Ashmida walked leisurely on the mountain path, obviously only taking a step, but his body moved to a hundred meters away in an instant. Ashmida showed a helpless expression as he walked, muttering to himself with a stomachache: "It's disgusting, I want to hit someone............" As soon as he thought of his conversation with that Andrewson during the day today, he felt his stomach pumping.

Damn!! The old man should go back quickly!! Otherwise, if this is always the case, the old man will run away one day sooner or later!! Obviously, the old man is also a god now, and he still has to work for that birdman, and the most important thing is that the old man asked for it!! How did the old man come up with the idea of pretending to be a priest in the first place!! At that time, he should have pretended to be a declining nobleman or a scholar......... This god stick is really hard to do!! As soon as Ashmida thought of what he said today, he felt a stomachache, and if Manigort and the others knew, his face would probably be lost.

"Click~~" After a while, Ashmida came to the door of the cabin next to the medicine field, and with a tangled mood, Ashmida pushed open the wooden door with a gloomy face.

"Yo~~ Miss Ben's betrothed, when do you plan to marry Miss Ben." As soon as the door was opened, a pretending majestic but actually lovely voice came into Ashmida's ears, making Ashmida's already throbbing stomach even worse.