Norton worriedly took Jack out of the exit, pushed open the door of the exhibition hall and came to the gazebo, where Jack and his wife were not in the gazebo, hammered the good brothers, and motioned to go home.

"Big brother, come with me." Jack, who was leading the way, began to trot.

Norton's symbolic "Uh-huh, already absent-minded." ”

"I have to recuperate from my injuries, the recovery card is still in my bag, and I will participate in the sacrifice after playing with him for two more days, and if the wolf girl doesn't come back, I'll find a way to get it myself." Norton thought leisurely, although the exploration of Yaya Space was disgusting, but if he put the team and missions aside, in general, it also made him gain a lot of knowledge, which was much better than constant killing and pursuit.

"If I can retire, I must write a book of subspace experiences and become a rich man, although it is a little unrealistic, but there is always a hope." Norton put his hands behind his head and continued his delusions.

When passing by the gazebo, I glanced at the gazebo and found no package containing the murder weapon.

"It should have been put into the house by the lord of the manor, whether he is strange or not, he can be found with a church mark."

The two entered the living room of the main building one after the other...

As soon as the door was opened, a rotten, rotten, blasphemous smell reached the noses of the two of them.

As soon as they entered the living room, the two of them stood still, not knowing how to react, and the living servants and the manor owner and his wife were staggering in the living room, and the flesh lying on the ground was shriveled and covered in maggots, as if they had been dead for almost centuries.

The tables and chairs in the living room were rotting and worm-ridden, the collectibles were covered in thick cobwebs, and the metal chandelier that had fallen to the floor was mottled with rust.

Jack, who reacted first, brushed his red eyes, and instead of crying and crying as he imagined, he didn't make a big noise about breaking down, but was as confused and helpless as a collapsed mental patient.

Subconsciously hugged the thigh of the good big brother he had just met, Norton didn't know what to say, so he could only evade and divert his gaze, trying not to look at this helpless young master.

Norton actually wanted to lean over and hug Jack and give him a little spiritual comfort, but his half-hung career as a priest made him have no confidence in his prayers, coupled with religious incomprehension, he could only stand upright and let Jack convulse, and do his best to share this pain with Jack.

Norton picked up a maggot and analyzed it in the palm of his hand.

"It wasn't the projection of the evil god who did it." Norton cracked the maggots, a rotten magical energy that resembled an artificial trap similar to that of plague doctors and sorcerers, rather than the scathing blasphemy of the evil gods.

When Norton analyzed the cause, the rotten floor suddenly smoked, and a curse drilled into Jack's body, Norton immediately noticed that something was wrong, and quickly looked back at Jack, Jack's face began to turn purple, and it was a little difficult to breathe, and a triangular mark appeared on his head.

Norton quickly put his hand on Jack's forehead and struck his magic in his right hand to cleanse the spreading rot.

Not enough magic! Banishing the shadow of the evil god without weapons and armor has almost exhausted Norton's magic.

There are no potions, no spell-casting supplies, not even blessing utensils!

I still have a sense of smell and there are tons of recovery kits in the package!

Norton quickly gulped in a gulp of gas and tried to find the familiar smell of the state religion, but only to smell a large amount of corruption.

He went crazy and rummaged through the whole building, smashing the building and breaking the glass all the way, and finally found the rotten church armor on the second floor, he pulled out the blessing in the armor, took out all the recovery cards and bit them in his mouth, smashed the floor under his feet with a punch, fell to the first floor, and ran straight to Jack through a large number of obstacles.

When he ran next to Jack, Jack had stopped breathing, and he was as fresh and innocent as his dead parents, with empty eyes, shriveled bodies, and no trace of water on his body, as if he had been dead for centuries.

Although they had only been together for a short time, this innocent child brought a lot of comfort to the worried Norton, and the death of a dried corpse due to the curse made the Church knight feel anxious and painful for dealing with such incidents.

"I didn't save my magic, I took it lightly in an unfamiliar environment, what the hell did I neglect." Norton grabbed Jack's corpse and sat down on the ground in despair.

He hoped that they would be resurrected like the fish-men in the village who were killed by him, but it didn't happen, and a feeling of powerlessness that he hadn't felt since he was reformed by the church came to his heart, "No, we have to clean up the aftermath!" ”

Norton collected some rotten wood to make a simple Anglican symbol, threw it on the corpse, blessed all the dried corpses, and set fire to the entire manor.

The salty sea breeze blew through the burning manor, and the ashes mixed with the ashes from the burning slammed Norton in the face.

It didn't take long for the entire manor to burn to the ground, and a set of armor that had been cursed and unaffected by the heat caught the eye, and Norton walked over to pick it up.

Unlike traditional armor, it is made of a material that Norton has never seen before, and the overall color is gray and hideous, like the heroes on the murals.

The armor is hermetically sealed, and the joints are not made of traditional reinforced leather, a soft metal that appears in the story.

The whole armor is made of lumpy metal stacks, and the mask full of breathing holes can clearly feel that the original owner does not take it off often, if you do not evaluate the artistic attainments of the craftsman, it can only be said that the pattern is too murderous, and does not conform to the fancy armor common in aristocratic collections.

Norton tried on the armor, but it fit perfectly, like the one that the state taught him to order, and picked up the shield and sword that were also quite suitable on the ground, like a warmonger who often answered the king's call on the battlefield.

Blessed with moist earth and blood, Norton was halfway through the work when he thought of Jack and the lord of the manor.

"I stole your things, and you can catch me later." He sniffed the ashes and smiled wryly as he picked up a handful of the mixture with Jack's ashes from the ashes.

"The state religion also has this kind of blessing, this is not a cult, there is a chance that we will all use the blood of cultists." Norton smiled wryly and smeared the ashes on his weapons and armor to complete the blessing ceremony.

A gray blessing covers Norton's body, and Norton pats the stolen outfit as if Jack was still beside him.

This is a person who spoke: "I wasted so much effort, why are you okay, otherwise how about you be my guard?"

Norton looked up, the butler. He succeeded in his plot, arrogantly announcing the truth about the culprit, and leaving aside his gills, which were full of worms and bruises, exactly like the rotten traps in the house.

"I'm also a nobleman, although it's just an illegitimate child who can't be recognized, as long as the master dies, the big fishman king will give me the whole territory where birds don't, I have been sacrificing the evil gods you met for more than 40 years, and the subspace is finally an outsider, as long as the lord's death depends on you, plus the holding of the sacrifice of longevity..."

Norton didn't care about the amount of information about the housekeeper at all, and ended the manor with one lunge.