Karil Lohals looked up at the gargoyle crouching above him. The stone monster was silently looking into the night, its mouth open fiercely, and it roared silently.

"Goodbye." Carlil said to it.

He reached out from under the cover of the eaves, his skin was pale, and he had a conspicuous tattoo on his wrist. After just a few seconds, he felt a cold raindrop in his palm, which made him immediately retract his hand.

However, there was already a slight burning sensation in the palm of the palm at this moment.

Carlil pursed his lips, a flicker of displeasure on his pale face, but it quickly faded.

"Good." He muttered to himself. "It's raining."

He turned around and moved his foot a little away to avoid being soaked in blood. As for the source of the blood, you have to ask the corpse at his feet.

Carlil bent down and turned the body over. His movements were gentle, but a dull snapping sound was heard in the process.

He knew it was the sound of the corpse's internal organs falling out of his chest and abdomen and touching the ground.

This caused Carlil to sigh and begin to wonder if his craft had regressed.

It's just a bottom-up swing, how can it just disembowel him like this......?

He thought as he ripped the cloak off the corpse. The inward side was still stained with blood, so Carlil had to shake it and turn it over so that he could wear it.

A little fact, when it rains in Nostramo, if you have to go out at this time, then, you'd better find something to cover yourself.

If you don't have one, don't go out where you can get shelter.

As for the reason......

In Nostramo, rain is poisonous.

He walked out of the eaves, and there were no more pedestrians on the road, but there were many watching eyes in the darkness, looking with hungry eyes at the cloaked walking shadow.

This is the case with the Quintus nest in Nostramo, or rather, any nest on Nostramo.

They're forever crowded, forever foul-smelling, full of smoke that can choke people. The natural environment has long been destroyed by endless mining, and the sunlight left Nostramo long ago.

Gangs divided large and small territories, replaced the law with violence, and controlled everything. However, they were really just dogs raised by the upper nobles.

Between breaths, Carlil smelled a strong smell of rust. The damn smell permeated his mouth, making his tongue look like a rusty penny coin, stuck between his upper and lower jaws.

The stickiness was disgusting to him, and even more disgusting was that he found himself used to it.

Thinking of this, Carlil tugged at the corners of his mouth and smiled, his shoulders naturally relaxed and drooping, and two silver rays of light loomed at the cuffs.

It's raining.

It's a good weather to kill.

He walked all the way, past dark metal bridges, past narrow shanty towns, where he could hear the uneasy murmurs of the people of the shanty towns as they slept at night.

The smile on Carlil's face began to grow larger and wider, until it became a horrible grin that perverted those who saw it. The skin is stiffened by the muscles, and the teeth rub slightly in the air.

The suffering, the sinking, the oppressed. Even in his sleep, he only dared to curse quietly.

Toxic chemicals fill the air, devouring the lungs, hearts, and bodies of these poor laborers.

It also devours their feelings, devours everything about them. And the initiator sits back and enjoys everything in his own exquisite home, without even having to see the death of the oppressed.

It's all not fair, is it?

Carlil continued walking, and after about half an hour, he deftly climbed over the towering wall and came to the door of a church.

In the midst of the low-hanging night and the toxic acid rain, it was so eerie. Two gargoyles stared at him from the spire and stained-glass window. The raindrops fall vertically and smash to pieces.

"Good evening."

Carlil greeted softly. His Nostramo language hissed in the damp stench of the rain curtain.

He walked forward, his posture very different from when he walked down the street. The boots touched the ground without making any sound, and they were incredibly fast, more like they were gliding than walking.

With that, Carlil came to the side door of the church, put his hand on the handle, and after half a breath, the heavy, locked metal door opened spontaneously, and Carlil didn't even push the door.

He smiled slightly, and there was a deep cold blue light in his eyes that flickered.

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"The Coppana gang didn't have enough money, Father."

A man with tattoos on his face said.

His skin was as pale as all the other Nostramos, and his eyes were completely dark, but his stature was not.

Most of the Nostramo people were emaciated by famine and oppression from above, but he was strong.

The man he called the priest did not answer immediately, his eyes closed, his hands folded and clasped together. At this moment, he was kneeling reverently under the idol and praying.

"Father ......"

The tattooed man called out again hesitantly, and this time, the priest opened his eyes.

He stood up, and the man swallowed uncontrollably. For no other reason, the priest is too tall. Seeing the feeling of oppression when he stands up is like witnessing a mountain moving its back in front of you, which is terrifying.

"Colpa...... The pit to the north? The priest asked.

His voice did not fit his stature, it was not heavy, it was not deep, it was gentle. Nostramo came out of his mouth, and it took on some elegance as well.

It's not the accent of the people at the bottom.

"Yes." The tattooed man replied. "That pit where the gold mine was made."

The priest sighed.

"It's always like this." He said slowly. "There are always those who think they can escape God's gaze, and I give them my favor, but they don't cherish ......"

The tattooed man bowed his head - he did not dare to answer the priest's words, and it was the priest's prerogative to talk about God and God's favor in the church.

"Send someone tomorrow."

The priest waved his hand slowly.

"Bring Colpa to me, and I will make him understand with my own hands what precious love God has given us...... Sinners like Him who have committed ungodly sins should be crushed to pieces in Hellfire. ”

He stopped his voice and stared at the man in silence, his gaze like a blade, coldly scraping through the man's bone marrow, making him tremble uncontrollably.

Finally, the priest spoke again slowly.

"Also, don't disturb me at night anymore, it's my prayer time."

"Yes, Father." The man hurriedly bowed his head in agreement, his back already wet with fine sweat.

"Are you, then, religious, priest?"

A voice rang out abruptly, and then, the screech of metal rubbing against each other. There are no lights in the church, only a few candles burning quietly near the statue. Their tiny light is not enough to dispel the darkness.

In the foggy darkness, something was moving.

The tattooed man's expression changed suddenly, and he immediately came to the priest and pulled out a pistol from his waist.

It had a rough appearance, and its handles were even just tape-wrapped planks, but it could kill a mutated beast in the wilderness outside the nest with a single shot.

"Of course I'm religious."

The priest didn't seem to panic, and he spoke softly. "And you, Your Excellency? You came to my church late at night to confess to me? ”

"Oh...... Confession? ”

A low chuckle came from the darkness: "I do have something to confess...... Well, Father, I killed a lot of people. At first, he was just a bully who oppressed the miners, and I hanged him in his room. ”

"Then, I started to get out of control. The second is a mongrel who uses drugs to control children who sell their bodies. ”

"As for the most recent one...... I want to think about it...... An unlicensed physician who likes to eat patients. I took him apart. ”

Hearing this, the tattooed man's hand shook violently, and his face became frightened, he had realized something.

The priest raised his hand lightly and placed it on his right shoulder, stabilizing the uncontrollable trembling.

Then he said, "Judging by your description, I guess your Excellency is the vengeful spirit, right?" ”

"Avenge whom?" The man in the dark asked rhetorically. "In this city, no one knows me, who am I going to avenge for?"

"So, you're not killing for justice."

"Justice?"

There was a sharp and shrill laugh in the darkness.

The priest frowned, and the hand he held on the tattooed man's right shoulder also clenched at this moment, and the huge force made the man let out a painful snort, Rao was so, but he didn't dare to make any big moves.

There was a monster watching in the dark, and behind him, there was also a monster. He didn't know which was more terrifying.

"Justice exists." The priest said slowly. "You're too extreme."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"So, do the gods exist?"

"Nature exists, too."

A low laugh came from the darkness, and a man in a cloak stepped out of the darkness.

"Father...... If God really exists, why doesn't the all-knowing and all-powerful send down thunder to punish us? ”

"Because He has mercy on us." The priest said calmly. "He wants us to be lost, not to cleanse our flesh with destruction."

The tattooed man let out a low hissed of pain.

The priest's tone was calm, but the force exerted by his right hand increased. This is precisely the source of the suffering of tattooed men.

The man in the cloak laughed again, he lowered his hand, took the cloak off, and threw it aside.

His complexion and eyes were the same as those of all Nostramos, his skin pale as corpses, his eyes as black as tombstones, opposing colors, but symbiotic and coexisting.

The priest stared at him, and the moment his eyes met to see the man's face, he slammed the tattooed man's shoulder blade with a sharp force.

A beastly cry of pain erupted, and the tattooed man fell to the ground and the gun fell to the ground. Blood began to spread on the floor.

"My name is Carlil, Father Cool, Priest." Carlil said with a smile. "How does this last name sound to you?"

The priest raised his hand gloomily and unbuttoned his robe. Little by little, he took off his heavy and solemn black priest's robe and threw it on the public notice stand beside him. The body under the robe was covered with criss-crossing scars.

Above the chest, there is a tattoo.

"Familiar." Said the priest. "On Nostramo, there is no surname more familiar to me than Lohals."

"That's good."

Carlil smiled and raised his hands, the two blades reflecting the flickering light of the candles. He began to jump softly in place, his back relaxed, his posture relaxed, the blade looming at his wrist.

"Mr. Carlile......"

The priest clenched his fists slowly, and a rumbling mechanical sound rang out in his arm.

"Say, Father—you can say it long and take it as your last word." Carlil replied with a chuckle.

The priest didn't answer, just took a deep breath of the bloody air.

The man on the ground was still screaming, so he lifted his foot and trampled on the soft throat, ending the man's pain.

The priest said, "Indeed, you have come for revenge." ”

"No, Father, no." Carlil replied softly. "I'm here for you."

The candle flame was extinguished in a flash of the swing, roars alternating with laughter, and one of the tattooed man's eyes rolled away and disappeared silently in the darkness.