Chapter 001: The Midnight Visitor (1)

"Raw! Raw! Raw! Congratulations, Your Majesty, a prince! ”

"Send him away!"

"Send away? Your Majesty! Never, this is your heir! ”

"I said, send it away! I don't want to see him! ”

"Yes! Your Majesty! ”

…………

"Nock, what are you looking at?"

"Father, I'm looking at the glory of the Lord."

"Oh, is there the glory of the Lord in the starry sky?"

"Wherever the stars go, the glory of the Lord shines! Father. ”

"Nock, you're a spiritual child. Come to church in the morning and pray, the Lord will be glad to see a godly child like you. ”

"Thank you, Father. It is my pleasure. ”

…………

In the year 1516 of the Holy Calendar, England, the capital of the Kingdom of Lionheart.

"Bell ——!"

"Bell ——!"

“……”

The midnight bell struck twelve times in a row, and the noisy city fell silent in an instant.

Midnight in England, the silence was terrible.

The city, shrouded in a thick fog, is like a sleeping beast, waiting for its prey to arrive with its huge mouth open to devour people.

"Tap, tap."

The sound of hurried footsteps sounded rhythmically in the sleeping streets.

Sometimes urgently, sometimes slowly, as if hiding from something.

A petite figure shrouded in a black cloak hurried under the dim streetlights, and from time to time looked back at the empty man, as if something was chasing him behind him.

What a daredevil!

At this time, even the British police did not dare to patrol the night.

I didn't expect anyone to dare to stay on the street.

Not to mention the recent fearsome murderer "Jack the Ripper".

The threat from the dark creatures after twelve o'clock in the night alone is enough to make all humans daunted to go out at night.

Although there are various sects and professions in the town, intelligent dark creatures will not easily break into human settlements.

But some dark creatures with low intelligence or driven by instinct will still slaughter human towns and hunt humans.

Of course, not all dark creatures are so reckless as to storm human towns. But they will also hide their bodies, infiltrate human habitats, and hunt humans to satisfy their own needs.

As a result, even in the city, no one goes out after midnight.

Unless, there is something to be done.

Otherwise, even the king's banquet would be dispersed before midnight, so as not to delay the nobles returning home.

The black-robed man in front of him actually dared to wander the street after the midnight bell rang.

If you are either bold enough to be boundless, or you are forced to do so.

We can only pray that this cloaked man, who doesn't know if it's a lady or a gentleman, won't be so unlucky and targeted by bad things.

Things do not turn out the way you want.

Just as the black-robed man turned the corner and turned onto a tree-lined path with no street lights.

The sound of "fluttering" sounded, like the sound of some bird flapping its wings.

As if frightened, the cloaked man hurriedly ran wildly on the dimly lit boulevard.

In the darkness, a pair of red eyes greedily locked onto the running figure, and after letting out a strange scream, flapped its wings and chased after the cloaked man.

"Squeak——!

It's as if a rat is screaming.

But the cloaked man knows that what is chasing after him is definitely not a rat!

Because rats can't fly! Not to mention cannibalism!

"Plop!"

The cloaked man fell, and the whole person fell to the ground, and the hood on his head fell off, revealing a long scattered silver hair.

It's sudden, but it's inevitable.

There are no street lights, and the splendor of the once bustling traffic has left the ground potholed.

After losing its former glory, even if it is a street in the national capital, the city management office is too lazy to repair the road surface here.

In the dark, running on such a road condition, how can you not fall!

The creature that pursued the cloaked man suddenly lit up when he saw the scene of the cloaked man falling.

With a flick of his wings, he reached out his claws and grabbed at the cloaked man who had fallen on the ground.

Danger approached, but the cloaked man did not move.

I don't know if I fell unconscious or resigned myself to my fate.

However, this did not hinder the excitement of the pursuers.

It seems to smell the delicious taste of the blood of the first human son, and it can't wait to taste its own loot right away!

It saw that its claws were about to touch the cloaked man's shoulders.

Suddenly, a crackling murmur came into its ears.

"Lord Almighty,

Hallowed be your name.

Thy kingdom come,

Thy will be done on earth,

as walking in heaven.

Your believers ask your refuge,

Banish evil! ”

Brilliant white light shot out from the silver-haired cloaked man, illuminating the entire street.

"Chirp ——!"

The creature illuminated by the white light let out a terrible scream, slammed into the invisible wall, and then bounced to the ground, as if burned by flames, and bursts of black smoke rose up.

"Chirp-squeak-squeak-squeak——!"

The monster on the ground screamed and rolled on the ground in pain.

The silver-haired cloaked man got up from the ground at some point, held a silver cross with a dazzling white light in his hands, and slowly turned around.

"The Lord says, The world is filthy, and it does not stain the prosperity of the world.

I said, the world is filthy, and I should return the innocence of the world.

O evil that pollutes the world.

In the name of the Father, in the name of the Holy Spirit, in the name of God,

Wash away the filthiness from your body,

Salvation be granted to you!

Amen! ”

The silver-haired cloaked man waved the cross in his hand, and a ray of light flew out of the cross, turning into a sharp arrow and sinking into the forehead of the dark creature that was constantly struggling and screaming.

The screams came to an abrupt end.

A thick puff of black smoke rose, and the dark creatures on the ground reduced to ashes, leaving behind a foul stench.

"Free Wind Elf, please sweep away the filth of the world."

"Huh-huh——!"

A gust of wind blew away the stench of the street, but strangely did not blow the ashes on the ground.

"I didn't expect that a night's work would only attract a night owl. What a failure. ”

"Are the dark creatures of England so timid now? I didn't eat the meat that was brought to my mouth. If this continues, the budget will be very tight this month. ”

If the Cloaked Man's words were known to the dark creatures of other parts of England, they would definitely be tempted to spit on him.

It's been three months, and who in the British dark world doesn't know that there is a guy who likes to hunt dark creatures near St. James's Park on the boulevard.

In the past three months, after losing dozens of dark creatures who do not believe in evil, except for newcomers who don't know anything, where are there any dark creatures who dare to hunt here.

Don't die!

St. James's Park Boulevard is a thousand times more dangerous to dark creatures than Baker Street, where recent homicides have been the occurrence!

Go hunting on Baker Street, which is full of patrols, and after being discovered, he is wanted by all professions at most, and then attracts professionals to crusade.

But going to the boulevard of St. James's Park, that's the consequence of not having any scum left.

If it sounds good, it's Satan's invitation, but if it's bad, it's called the grace of the Lord! (Speaking from the perspective of a dark creature)

The silver-haired cloaked man crouched down, pulled out an inconspicuous cloth bag, and without disgust, picked up the ashes left by the night owls on the ground and collected them into the bag.

After collecting the ashes, the silver-haired cloaked man put back on the hood of his cloak and turned and continued along the trail until he reached the end of the road.

"Huh? The door is actually open? This group of imps ran out again disobediently? ”

"Damn, don't get an accident!"

The cloaked man kicked his feet violently, and rushed towards the open building not far away with an open door at an alarming speed like an arrow.

It was only after approaching the building that the cloaked man gradually slowed down and looked at the carriage parked in the courtyard suspiciously.

The carriage was gorgeous, and at first glance it was a high-end commodity that only the aristocracy could afford.

But there was no family emblem on the carriage, which was unusual.

For the aristocracy, they were eager to sew their own family crest on their underpants to show off the prominence of their background.

A nobleman's carriage had no family coat of arms on it, apparently not wanting people to know that he had been here.

At this moment, the cloak man's heart, which had been relieved, was lifted again.

Nobles are no easier to deal with than dark creatures!

"Crunch—"

The cloaked man pushed open the half-hidden door.

"What people!"

"Don't move, put your hands up!"

In the darkness, several figures suddenly rushed out and surrounded the cloaked man, and the long sword in his hand had been drawn out and aimed at the cloaked man.

The cloaked man unhurriedly pulled down his hood, unfastened his cloak, and let the black cotton cloak slide to the ground.

He has waist-length silver hair, a delicate mixed-race face, and no waves in his eyes.

A black gown was stained with night dew from the shedding of her cloak.

The silver cross is hung from the chest by the necklace.

A Bible with a black cover is closed in the left hand.

On the left hand hangs a tightened cloth bag from his waist.

His right hand is in his right pocket, close to his body.

He turned out to be a priest!

"It turns out that our youngest priest in England has returned, what are you doing, why don't you put away your sword quickly, you are frightened by our noble priest."

The leader apparently recognized the identity of the priest's master's house, and came out of the shadows, but the mockery in his words did not mean to hide it at all.

He staggered up to the young priest, raised his hand and pressed the priest's shoulder, stared down at the other's golden eyes, and said to himself:

"Dear Mr. Priest, you are back, Madame has been here for a long time, and has been waiting for your return. You're not up to the task. ”

The priest looked at the other man's provocative gaze without fear, and said nonchalantly.

"She likes to wait, so wait. If you don't like it, go back early, I'm old, and I'm not responsible for what happens. ”

"You!"

The leader of the guards was very angry, but he knew the weight of the priest in front of him in the eyes of his master, although he intended to make things difficult for the other party, he only dared to take advantage of the other party, and if he really wanted to do something to the other party, he would not dare.

After all, owners don't like dogs that make their own claims.

Although he couldn't get used to the little ghost in front of him, he still suppressed the anger in his heart and waved back the guards who surrounded him.

"Little ghost, don't be too complacent, sooner or later, you will fall into my hands!"

After saying that, he himself returned to his post and no longer bothered with this fiery young priest.

Nock Lane, male, 16 years old, unmarried. (That's the point)

England is known to have the most iron head of the priest, and there is no one.

It was not only because he was young, only sixteen years old, that his position as a priest was questioned by people from all walks of life.

It is also because he is the only Holy Church priest who still stays in England.

The only Holy Church priest who dared to ignore Queen Elizabeth's orders and was still alive and sound. (Note 1)

He is the priest of the only Holy Church church in England.

He is also the only Holy Church priest who dares to openly preach on the territory of the Church of God.

Ten years ago, the Queen introduced a new religious reform and strongly supported the cult of deities.

In the space of ten years, one church after another of the Holy Church declined.

The priests and clergy were either persecuted and died or were expelled from the country.

England became almost the land of Protestant deism.

Only the abbey of Our Lady at the end of the boulevard has been renovated into the only church of the Holy Church in England.

No matter how difficult the members of the Church of God were, the priest named John never wavered.

Still sticking to the convent of Our Lady of the Virgin.

Even, after the queen and the Cult of Deity joined forces to disperse the last believers and force them to change their faith.

Priests with no income can only put aside their reserves and use their magic to heal people in exchange for food and money to maintain the monastic life.

For this reason, the young priest finally collapsed a year ago and returned to the arms of the Lord.

At the age of thirty-seven.

At the age of fifteen, Nock Lane took over the posthumous commission of Father John and became the youngest priest in the history of the Church.

Not one of them.

[(Note 1: The world in the book is a world that is out of time due to the destruction of the "Tapestry of Fate".] There will be a Renaissance phenomenon of the same name monarch in the same frame spanning centuries of epochs, however, keep in mind that this is not a historical figure, this is just a coincidental fictional character of the same name. The characters' experiences are purely fictional. ）】