Recently, Neil Sr. did say that he was a little tired and wanted to take a leave of absence, and even talked about his retirement.

But such a veteran night watchman who is close to retirement age has been converted to a civilian position, and the night watchman who is no longer involved in front-line operations has been taking potions for decades and does not consider being promoted again at all......

How can it get out of control?

Is there something wrong with this?

Angel wanted to blurt out, but when she saw Dunn's eyes, she still didn't ask the sentence.

The captain had been with old Neil for longer, and he must have been more uncomfortable at this time......

"What's going on? Is it old Neil lying on the ground? ”

Dai Li, who was behind her, stepped forward and asked in a low voice, the alchemy room was dimly lit, and she could only barely see the outline of the old man's body.

"It was discovered by Lord Sesima," Dunn replied, his voice a little hoarse, "and when we were up there just now, old Neil was being examined and questioned, and then he had to take an oath with his hand on the holy relic......"

"I didn't do a general test as I didn't need to take potions for promotion, but the relics still found signs of contamination in him."

Crestai picked up the conversation and continued to explain.

"I used my ability to 'fall into dreams' to control him, but in the process of further investigation, some kind of restriction was triggered, causing him to suddenly lose control and break free from the dream I created."

According to the descriptions of the two and the messy scene, Angel restored the scene in his mind.

The out-of-control old Neil facial gave birth to four additional eyes, located on the forehead and cheeks. The cold, eyelash-free eyes stared at Crestel, and then his skin cracked here and there, and a large amount of blood flowed out, and even fine long hairs appeared in the blood.

Without waiting for the mutated Neal to attack or flee the scene, Crestai took out the bone sword from the metal box and used the power of the holy relic to put the old Neil into a deep sleep.

"I would have liked to deal with the incident directly, but maybe I need to ask Dunn Smith first, after all, this is his team, his turf."

Crestel's thin, resolute lips grinned above the neckline, revealing a forced smile. When the night watchman lost control in front of him, the senior deacon must not be in a good mood.

Resolve the incident...... Does it mean killing Old Neil directly? ”

Angel asked, pursed her lips.

"There may be many ways to avoid losing control, but once you cross that line, there is only one solution."

With a sword in one hand and the tip of the sword propped up on the ground, Crestai looked sideways at Angel and replied.

"Your captain asked a similar question just now, asking if he could solve the loss of control without hurting his life."

"At present, under the suppression of the holy relics, this out-of-control night watchman can still maintain a 'relatively decent form', but soon, his physical body will collapse and become a strange monster that you can only see in nightmares." Crestai's voice became low, as if he were coming from afar, "He may be able to retain some of his senses, some of his memories, and even recognize all of you, but trust me, he's no longer a companion you know." ”

Relatively decent form......

Looking at old Neil lying in a pool of blood, Angel clenched his fists.

Although she often went to the arsenal to collect ammunition and declare supplies at Old Nil, she didn't know much about the oldest night watchman in the Tingen team, and most of it was learned from other team members.

However, in just a few contacts, this funny and humorous old man left a deep impression on Angel.

Judging by the attitude of Senior Deacon Crestai, it should be that after the captain nods his head, he will directly "solve the incident......

She looked at Dunn Smith, who had his back to the light, his face hidden in the shadows, obscure.

"I can try channeling, maybe I can find a clue and have a chance to ......"

Daly took a few steps forward, approached Dunn, and whispered.

"His contamination comes from the 'Hidden Sage', I don't advise you to do that, it won't save him, and it will put you in it."

Crestai shook his head and rejected Daly's offer.

The Hidden Sage is created by the Morse Ascetics, the deity of the organization who controls most of the potion recipes for the "voyeurs" pathway.

Angel recalls what she heard during the Tarot Society's sharing on secret organizations and ancient beliefs.

The members of this organization use penance to fight out of control, defuse the effects of potions, and maintain strict secrecy, adhere to morals and precepts, and are a very respected organization that has good relations with the major churches.

Unfortunately, they have degenerated into an evil organization, and because of the gods they believe in, the "Hidden Sage" has become an evil god.

"Voyeur" ......

Thinking of Old Neil's potion sequence, Angel guessed that his loss of control was most likely due to the "Morse Ascetics", which unfortunately did not help solve the problem at this time.

And Daly ...... As a powerhouse in the middle sequence, she should know what the risks of channeling the extraordinary being polluted by the evil god and causing it to go out of control, but she is still willing to take the risk of channeling......

She probably didn't want to see the captain wrestle with the old Neil.

"Dali, you shouldn't have tried it......"

Dunn's hoarse voice came, and he looked up, his face a little pale in the light of the "holy relic".

He took a deep breath and said:

"Your Excellency Secima, please continue to maintain the effect of the holy relics, and I will do it myself."

Crestai's dark green eyes moved, his gaze flickered a little, and he nodded and replied:

"He will die like a man."

"Thank you."

Dunn moved slowly, stepping over the floor of the stone-paved alchemy room, stepping on the almost solidified, mixed with long-haired blood, echoing in the room, and came to Old Neil's side.

The silent captain of the night watchman took off his trench coat, half-crouched and bowed down, covering his shirt over the other man's naked body, and whispered something.

Then he reached out his hands and twisted old Neil's neck.

……

With heavy steps, Angel returned from the basement to the second floor.

The bright sunlight outside the hallway was a little dazzling at this time.

Captain Dunn was to go to the church through the underground passage to seek the help of the priest and collect the body of old Neil, with Lady Dalie with him; Crestai is still in the alchemy chamber and may need to recover the extraordinary properties of the dead......

They told me to inform the rest of the team, but ......

Angel walked down the hallway and crept over to the partition, hearing the whispered exchange of night watchmen on the other side.

Their words had become restrained and suppressed, and the clamor she had raised before she had left.

"Why me, why didn't Crestai tell the others to go down just now? So it's not me who witnessed the death of old Neil, it's not me who has come to inform the news. ”

Such a ridiculous thought suddenly popped up in her heart.

Shocked by the emergence of such dark thoughts, Angel took a deep breath, deliberately let out heavy footsteps, and stepped out of the partition.

The reception hall fell silent suddenly, and a pair of eyes looked at her with doubts and speculations.

"What's going on down there? Was Old Neil's false reimbursement discovered by the senior deacon? ”

Leonard asked, squeezing out a small smile, followed by a few dry laughs.

No one responded.

"No...... Old Neil, Old Neil, he ......"

As soon as Angel spoke, he noticed that his voice had become as low and hoarse as Dunn's.

Moments later, the sound of coffee cups breaking could be heard from the second floor of Black Thorn Security.

and a suppressed exclamation.

(End of chapter)