The more Aurore thought about it, the more she felt that there was a problem:

Face the powerful shepherd Pierre. Berry, the parish priest Guillaume, who currently has no supernatural abilities. What did Bene do to suppress him?

If the parish priest was the one who was more favored by the secret being, so much so that the whole small group regarded him as the leader, then he would have accepted the gift long ago and was no longer an ordinary man!

And if he does not accept the gift, he will inevitably be ostracized.

In this case, the original status, power, and scheming are not comparable to their own strength and distance from the gods.

Because there was no time to think, Aurel could only think of two explanations:

One is that within that small group, Guillaume. Bene is not the real leader, he is more just taking advantage of the special status to provide an occasion for conspiracy to hide the anomaly from the "Eternal Sun" church in the Daliege region, and the real leader is someone else!

The second is Guillaume. Bennet is not not accepting the gift, but is waiting for an opportunity that will give him direct access to greater power.

And either way, it doesn't seem like a good thing.

Aurel looked at the three sheep and asked further:

And Pierre. Who is the person Berry is doing to you? ”

Each of the three sheep wrote its own answer:

"Nior. Best. ”

"A shepherd named Nior."

"He's called Nior."

Nior. Best, he also gained great power? Aurel knew the man.

He was also a shepherd in the village of Coldu, and often worked with Pierre. Berry moved to graze together, but this time he didn't seem to be back early.

"What about Nior? I didn't see him in the village. Aurel asked.

The three sheep took a few steps, left the place full of words, and found a new blank dirt to start writing:

"He's dead."

"I killed you."

"We killed him, but we got caught."

Die a counterattack? Aurel nodded thoughtfully:

"You're all extraordinary?"

The three sheep did not continue to write in plateau with their hooves, but replied in the affirmative with the gesture of nodding their heads.

Aurore let out an "um", and the thought in her heart raced:

Pierre. Berry and Nior. Best's hunting targets turned out to be extraordinary, what was this trying to do?

And one died......

Either Niort is far inferior to Pierre, or they are not yet very proficient in the power they have acquired through bounty, and something inevitably arises in transcendent combat......

Aurore looked at the three sheep again and said:

"Do you know what Pierre is holding you for?"

The three sheep began to write again:

"I've heard him talk about God and devotion."

"Probably for blood sacrifices."

"I suspect he wants to sacrifice us to an evil god."

Sure enough, the extraordinary person has extremely high spirituality and has characteristics, and it is a sacrifice many times stronger than ordinary people, and it can please the evil god even more...... Pierre. Berry and Nior. Under the cover of shepherding sheep in the field, Best went to other countries to catch extraordinary people to sacrifice? It's really not easy to attract the attention of local authorities...... Aurel nodded imperceptibly.

She asked solemnly:

"Did Pierre mention the name of that god?

"Or to whom is the ritual that turned you into sheep to ask for?"

The three sheep were stunned at the same time, as if they were stuck in memory.

Then, they lowered their heads in unison and stretched out their hooves towards the dirt in front of them.

For some reason, Aurel suddenly felt that her surroundings were much colder and darker, like the sun in the sky just happened to be covered by dark clouds, and it happened to be a cool mountain breeze blowing.

The three sheep began to write.

Oroel's spiritual intuition had a strong warning, and immediately shouted:

"Wait a minute!"

The three sheep looked up at her.

Bloody tears were pouring from the corners of their eyes, and the fur on their faces was smudged and terrifying.

The next second, the three sheep continued to write.

Aurore quickly turned around and hurried to the edge of the fence.

When she got out of the fold and looked back, the three sheep were bathed in the sunlight shining high in the sky.

If it weren't for the blood-colored marks on their faces, nothing was out of the ordinary.

Plop, plop...... Aurore's heart was still beating wildly.

She gasped and rejoiced:

"If it weren't for the fact that I would have seen things I shouldn't have seen from time to time before I mastered the secret technique of preliminarily sealing eyes, I had been tested for a long time and my intuition was strong, and I really couldn't react just now......"

She then pulled out the iron-black powder and threw it into the sheepfold.

The words on the dirt were suddenly erased by the invisible hand.

As for the stains on the sheep's face, it was difficult for Auroel to clean them up with spells, and he didn't dare to get close to it, so he scrubbed it directly with water.

She was worried that the three sheep were different from the previous ones, and that there was a hidden danger.

…………

In the old tavern, Lumian, who was drinking pale green vermouth, propped up the bar on the elbow of his right hand and casually looked around.

He didn't see the mysterious lady, nor did he see the three strangers, Ryan, Leah, and Valentine.

The former, he didn't know when the other party would show up, so he could only try his luck, and the last three, he thought they should be strolling around the village and looking for someone to chat.

"Actually, I have a chance to get married." Pierre having finished drinking a glass of absinthe. Berry picked up the new pale green liquid and babbled.

"Really?" Lumien scoffed, "Who can take a fancy to a shepherd? ”

Pierre sighed and said:

"Most of the plains and pastures we moved to had owners, either from any manor or or from a nearby village, and if you want to graze, you either have to pay a ranch tax, or marry a girl from the village and settle there."

"That's a good thing, for the shepherds." Lumian laughed.

Pierre took a sip of absinthe and glanced sideways at him:

"That girl has to take a fancy to you, and you can't ask for a dowry.

"That time, there happened to be a girl who thought I was good, didn't dislike me for being a poor bastard and a shepherd, and was willing to marry me, was she stupid?"

"Yes." Lumian nodded "honestly".

Pierre took the pale green vermouth and was silent for a while before he said:

Then she died.

"She was working in a factory on the outskirts of the city, she was so tired that she got sick, and I went to several churches, looking for a priest to pray for her, and a doctor to treat her, but to no avail.

"After that day, I learned a truth."

"What's the truth?" Lumien took a sip of absinthe.

Resentment flashed across Pierre's face:

"Those who under the flesh can't save us at all!"

"It's not meat that grows on the body, so it's okay to not underneath?" Lumian asked rhetorically.

Pierre chuckled twice:

"Those are saints and angels, but will they look at us?"

Lumian snorted:

"Then why did you go to the church to pray to the parish priest?

"Not only does he have flesh on his body and underneath, but he also likes to sleep with women."

Pierre turned his head again and glanced at Lumien:

"You don't understand, he has some kind of intellect that can save our souls."

"Intellectual?" Lumien didn't quite understand the word.

Pierre took another sip of pale green vermouth, and didn't seem to hear the question.

Lumian didn't dare to inquire deeply, and instead chatted:

"I've heard people say that you've been to church since one or two o'clock, why do you have to go at three or four o'clock?"

Pierre Winn laughed:

"In the afternoon, you can talk to people who have the same intellectual nature."

He did not deny that he had been to church in the afternoon.

Lumian breathed a sigh of relief - at least for now, no one else could preserve his memory and interfere with the course of "history".

He was suspicious of Pierre. Berry went to church in the afternoon to communicate with the parish priest in advance, and at three or four o'clock in the afternoon it was a small group exchange.

After drinking and seeing that it was time for dinner, Lumien and Pierre. Berry separated, and returned to his house.

When he came to a secluded path, the brother of the parish priest, Pons. Bennet, led by a few thugs, suddenly came in from a fork in the road and blocked him.

A muscular man with black hair and blue eyes. Bene looked at Lumien and said with a sinister smile:

"You're good at pranks in the afternoon, aren't you? Be sure to delay our time at church.

"If it weren't for the parish priest there, I would have beaten you up right then!

"Bastard boy, come and eat your daddy Pompon's XX."

Lumian was stunned for a second at this guy's stupidity, and then in ecstasy.

He and Aurore were not wrong in their judgment, in the last cycle, before Naroca's funeral, Pons. Bene shouldn't have gained supernatural strength yet to smell danger!

He dared to block an extraordinary person now!

Without hesitation, Lumian turned around and ran wildly.

Ponce and his thugs followed.

But as soon as they broke out of the path between the two buildings, they lost track of their target.

Ponce. Bennet glanced left and right, and commanded his men:

"Look around."

He didn't think Lumian could have run that fast, so he should have been hiding nearby.

The thugs immediately scattered in all directions, searching for nearby hiding places, leaving only Pons. Bennet stood alone at the entrance to the path.

Seeing this, Lumian, who climbed to the second floor of the house next to him, said "hey" and jumped directly to Pomp.

Bang!

Ponce was knocked to the ground by the huge force, his blood was rolling, his eyes were black, and he temporarily lost his ability to fight.

If Lumian hadn't relented and hadn't hit him directly, he might have had to break a few bones.

Lumian stood up, bent down and grabbed Ponce's left and right forearms, and smiled at him:

"Come, let's get close."

Before Ponce could resist, he pulled the other man into his arms and pushed his knees against him.

With a pop, Pomp's eyes were about to pop out, and his face was full of extreme pain.

Thump!

Lumian let go and let the creature fall to the ground, curled up into a shrimp.

He then turned and ran into the path before a few thugs could run back, disappearing into the end.

…………

Part-time living room, dining room in the kitchen.

Lumian informed his sister of the situation on his side:

"Pierre. Berry went to church again in the afternoon...... It can be confirmed that Pons. Bennet doesn't have any supernatural abilities yet. ”

Aurel bowed her head lightly and talked about what had happened to her, especially the unknown and inexplicable danger at the end.

Lumian thought for a while and said:

"The mysterious lady said that some beings can cause you to be polluted just by knowing that they exist."