"Wait, can you read those names again?" Some of those clichéd names seemed to make Martin think of something that attracted him, "Just a few of the ones I just pronounced, from that ...... It's called Lorna's beginning. ”

"Lorna? What Lorna? Kraft was in the midst of a surprise reunion, caught in the eye by the smiling cervical symbol hiding behind the plaque, and his attention was not on the names.

He thought it was someone Martin knew, but when he thought about it, this female name was too common, and there were many similar words, belonging to the kind that can make seven or eight turns back when you shout on the street, and there are two "Lorna" on this piece of paper alone.

Martin approached the pulpit and tried to read what he had just heard on his own, but the paper was so incomplete, that he didn't have time to find a fleeting source of inspiration.

"It's the nearest Lorna, start reading from that one!" He said eagerly. Not everyone has the ability to remember, and he may not be able to remember it after a while.

Kraft followed the order to find the "Lorna", and as he had requested, he reported it more slowly and clearly. Moving on to the fifth, Martin came to a conclusion with certainty.

"I've heard these names, and let me think about it, I've heard it somewhere." He paced back and forth, pressed his forehead, and tried to think.

"These are all common names, and if I'm not mistaken, we have the same one in the team, and there is no difference except for the addition of a surname."

"But these guys, I've seen these names put together."

Kraft looked down at the page, "There's actually a missing one in the middle that I haven't read, could it be that I'm really mistaken?" ”

"Six, yes." There was a sudden metal clash that hummed and cleared, and it was Martin who slapped the side of his leg excitedly, smashing it on the leg armor, "I remember where I saw it, that ledger." ”

"Ledger?"

"I probably didn't say anything about how Diego found these guys. He found a ledger of transactions in a gang stronghold, and the parasites of those cities used various means to incur the duke's subjects, and when they could not afford to pay further, they would fall into their hands—and it was only a matter of time. ”

"This has become one of their illegal 'supplies'. The largest of the buyers, took six people at once. ”

"You're saying the buyer is here?" Kraft pressed his hand to the names, which were at the center of the list, at least a thumb and index finger away from the end, "You don't add up to that all the mushrooms out there." ”

I don't know what he thought at the time, maybe he really felt that it was urgent, of course, it was more likely that he wanted to monopolize the credit to make up for his mistakes, so he took people and went like that. Everyone knows the rest. ”

It's already obvious that it's a common name, but the number and location are right, and the probability of being a coincidence is very small.

The hand turning the book paused for a long time, "Why didn't you say it earlier?!" ”

"The process is not important, we just need the result." Martin replied.

"No, that's too important." Kraft scratched the edge of the paper, trying to find a corner and peel it off to see what else was on the back, preferably not a continuation of the list.

Before that, he thought it might be a list of the village's inhabitants, but now it may not be the case, and there is no reason for the list of households to be so solemnly registered on a piece of paper that seems to have special meaning, especially since it comes from Edward, the founder of anatomy, whose identity is a mystery.

The time between the two handwritings is so long that the original text on it is extremely difficult to read in the erosion, leaving only the highly religious manuscript annotations and large lists.

What did he read? 】

It doesn't make sense to develop people who are brought about by the "buying" method into believers, and it is neither economical nor very difficult to get devout believers.

What did the owner of this holy book find in this fragment of Edward's manuscript? It was necessary to bring in a large number of these populations, and to make them disappear, leaving only the commemorative names on the manuscripts with special significance.

"Let's look inside." Kraft gave up on peeling the page, and with this level of corruption, there was no possibility of identifying anything on the back, even if there was something on the back.

The servants had already finished cleaning the surrounding houses, and when they found that they had entered the church, they followed the hall with trepidation, and found that it was surprisingly clean, so they unloaded the oil and began to take local materials, smash the rows of chairs, and pile them up under the load-bearing structure.

With questions in mind, Kraft and Koop continue their search, and Martin follows them through the Prayer Room, the Confessional Chamber, the Small Warehouse, and a somewhat mysterious-looking semi-basement.

The most suspicious of them was only a few wooden barrels, and after prying the lid and stirring up the surface bacterial film, there was only spoiled home-brewed beer underneath.

It's not a big place, but I haven't found anyone who might have been sent, in whatever form or part. As the unsearched space dwindled, Martin's purpose shifted more and more from looking for possible clues to the matter.

Martin believed that Kraft was doing the same thing, because he only opened the big containers and cupboards, and paid little attention to the small objects. But inside without exception, it is normal.

There are definitely not many people hidden in the village, and there are no traces of burial in the surrounding area. It reminded him of the question he had been raised last night, the people who had never been found after the scuffle had disappeared since sunrise. And he hadn't seen those things drag away corpses.

There was soon not much space left to be searched, and they were approaching the answer to the question, and the smaller the space to load it, the more incomprehensible it became, and it made Martin feel a sense of unease that the blade and armor could not solve.

In front of the last sunny room, Kraft raised his hand to block the two men, and stood alone in front of the door for a moment, drawing his sword and winding his crossbow.

"Koop, deal with the door."

The latter raised his hammer and slammed it into the deadbolt before retreating. The ensuing kick opened the door, the sword in a defensive position, and the crossbow arrow pointed into the room.

A clean study with plenty of sunlight streaming in through the large windows behind the seats, which are rarely seen, and falling on the rows of spines on the table top and shelves.

It is not a full-lined product, but the pages on the side that can be seen are thick and thin, and the colors are neat, all of which are the original bound tomes, and the spine of the various styles and materials silently tells the origin of their wide content, and the value is higher than that of the indigo painting.

The hand holding the crossbow trembled slightly, and the pages that Grandfather and Mr. Anderson had collected over the years probably didn't fit as well as the two floors of a bookshelf in the room.

And at that desk, they saw the first and last person who entered the church, or the body was more appropriate.

A surviving humanoid body was lying on the table, its magnificent finger-shaped, flaky mushrooms delicately devouring every inch of skin, growing upward, coral-like horns on the top of the neck and head.

The table was empty, the deceased's left arm bent for support, and his right hand outstretched, still three fingers away from the target he seemed to be trying to reach.

It was a beautiful square box. The silver bottom box is edged with gold thread and is inlaid with red sapphires, and the pile is so abundant that it destroys the beauty, and there is a kind of hatred that everyone who sees it knows that he has the momentum of money.

Generally speaking, it can be used in this kind of box, mostly to reflect its status, such as some significant antiquities, inheritance symbols. Of course, there is also the case of the reliquary of the church.

The three of them entered the room one after the other, and the knight dropped his armor and approached the box, pushing it away with his scabbard for a short time.

Nothing happened.

He approached cautiously, picked it up, opened the opening towards the window, and waited a few deep breaths before turning to himself.

"Huh?" A confused voice came from under the visor, and Martin lifted the visor to reconfirm, "Empty?" ”

"How is that possible?" Kraft put away his crossbow and approached, and Koop leaned in curiously to see as Martin peeled off the velvet inside, and there was nothing in the luxurious box.

In the eyes full of jewels and silver, the corner of the eye noticed that there was a red ray on the table that seemed to be refracted light, and did not change with the distance of the ruby on the box, and was always under the shoulder of the shell.

A closer glance allowed Kraft to see the difference in the shell. Obviously lying on the table, it was not fused with mycelium and wood, but instead padded a few fungus umbrellas.

The red light, obscured by sunlight, grew brighter and brighter, clearly coming from a light source pressed under the chest of the body.

Slowly raised shoulders exposed it, and the radiating light spread rapidly on the table like flowing blood.

"Get out of the way!"

Kraft pushed the two men away, sword drawn in response. It wasn't that he hadn't done a rehearsal of the attack coming from this body when he entered, and no matter how it moved, it couldn't escape the sword path.

The thing lifted its head so that the intruder could see its face, a face still contoured, but still airtight ribcage bulging and contracting, and a cloudy mist and unrecognizable prayer and curse voices gushing out of its mouth.

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