Chapter 248: Underlying Logic

Creighton knew the name Mored, but he knew nothing about this white saint.

"Why is Saint Mored here? Is he also looking for the treasure?"

"I don't know." Louis clasped the bowl in his palms: "There is no evidence that the saint dug up the treasure, but he did live in seclusion here a long time ago. The parish paper records record that he prevented The locals and brothers and sisters from the church continued to dig. He designated a piece of land as his own cemetery and did not allow others to remove his body. If he actually wanted to hide what was buried underneath, then perhaps that is what the rumors say. Treasure is actually not a good thing.”

"This Mourning Cross may have been made by a saint, and the so-called treasure is most likely just a barren grave after a disaster, with some evil power brewing underneath."

In the era when Saint Mored lived, the power of the White Sect was so terrifying that it would be easy for a saint to use his own corpse to cover up another dimension hidden under the cemetery.

It seems that no one has actually discovered this treasure for many years because diggers have avoided this piece of land.

Anyone who dares to damage the tomb of a saint will be punished by burning at the stake, the maximum penalty set by the church.

Schmidt dared to break ground in this area because the church was in decline and the nobility had lost power. The craze for treasures has long since dissipated, and now he is the only one still paying attention to this land. Even the church people no longer maintain the saint's cemetery.

Clayton thought about what he saw in the swamp, and suddenly deduced another piece of bad news.

Most of St. Mored's remains have been dug up by tomb robbers. If those people were ignorant, they would probably regard the saint's remains as an ordinary swamp corpse. Men in Sasha City who suffer from hidden private diseases may be eating this saint in the near future.

Perhaps it was because the seal of the saint's remains on the things underneath was broken and some evil power was released, that they suffered misfortune repeatedly in this land.

Compared with the news that he found Sevan's body, I didn't know which one was worse for Padre Louis.

News of the killing of three Salvation Army soldiers quickly reached their camp.

Inevitably word spread among the group, this time everyone was expecting it, no one questioned Francis' leadership and opposition was limited to the occasional whisper. But Francis did not feel happy. He knew that the source of this power did not lie in the ruling skills he had mastered, but from two strange extraordinary beings.

He had no right or ability to handle this matter alone.

Therefore, after receiving this news, he has been waiting for Chud Osmar's master and servant to visit again.

The next afternoon, he waited for two contacts and informed them of what happened last night. However, both of them were very indifferent. Francis had only seen this kind of indifference in some officers who had been to the battlefield many times. .

"They have discovered the secret of this land, or if not yet, they are not far from determining it." Chude seemed not surprised by this situation, but Francis couldn't figure out what "they" he meant. who.

Are there any monsters here other than doomsday seekers?

"Did your people shoot first?"

Francis shook his head: "I can't be sure."

Kuok looked at Chud Osmar, with a few wrinkles squeezed out on his smooth, egg-white forehead. Chud sighed, and then looked at Francis: "Let your people patrol the swamp as usual at night, but tell them, Don’t shoot first.”

Francis' mind suddenly went blank and he could no longer suppress his anger.

"Then why are we still patrolling?!"

Chude laughed again but said nothing. He smiled and stared at Francis for a few seconds, then lowered his head and rubbed his hands wrapped in white silk gloves.

Francis was still waiting for his answer, but Trud didn't speak, and neither did Quak. As the silence lasted longer, the courage inspired by Francis' anger gradually evaporated, as if a needle had pierced his heart and drained all the courage.

Again he compromised.

"Okay, I will give the order. But you have to explain to me, why do we give the monster's head to those guys? The probability of their plan succeeding is at most half, and the chance of killing the monster is If the credit were ours, our current situation would be greatly improved.”

Chu De's smile suddenly disappeared. He rubbed his hands vigorously a few times and then put down his hands, but Francis could vaguely see dark red blood seeping out of his gloves.

"Do you think their probability of success is at most half? I think they have a high probability of success."

After the confident words, Chu De's lowered hand grasped restlessly, but it didn't seem like it was out of his own will, but an unconscious twitch. He soon realized this himself and put his hands behind his back to prevent Francis's sight from covering them.

"I see."

Francis said he was ready to give up thinking and felt much lighter.

This reason may not convince other rebels, but he does not need to be responsible for it, so it doesn't matter.

Chud Osmar and Kuok left some money and food here, and then quickly left the camp and slowly walked back to the town along the winding and rugged road, as leisurely as if they were really a painter out to collect scenery. Just as relaxing.

But Chu De's right hand was still twitching.

"What's wrong with your hand? Why have you been doing it all this time from morning to now?" Kuo Ke asked in a strong tone.

"It's an old problem." Chu De raised his hands and shook them violently, and they finally stopped.

Kuok recalled it for a moment and did not continue the topic.

"I still don't understand why you are so interested in this place? If you are interested in the things buried inside, why don't you let Schmidt dig it out and rob it? Do you enjoy the unrequited emotion in this knight's novel? "

A smile tugged at the corner of Chu De's mouth, describing it as ugly, but Kuo Ke was already used to it.

"For me, some things were doomed from the beginning. If anyone wants to get anything valuable from the bottom of the swamp, I think it is impossible. The purpose of my coming here is just a pilgrimage."

He opened his arms: "The ancestors of the great Dinon people made sacrifices here to pass on their power to those who came after them. Don't you feel it?"

"Do you think I will believe it?" Kuok said disdainfully: "Forget it, this is your business, but it's best not to let these people get into trouble. I'm too lazy to care about this kind of thing."

Chu De turned around and looked at him in surprise. His forward steps turned into retreat, but his speed remained unchanged: "I thought you didn't care about them? After all, what is the motto of your sect? The end is coming. , everyone is going to die.”

"But there is no point in their death here." Kuo Ke became impatient, "Let's leave quickly."

Chu De seemed to have seen through his thoughts, "Are you still going to wait? If they don't come back, it's impossible for us to take all these people away."

Kuok's breath hitched.

As Chude said, he had lost contact with the church members in the city, and he didn't know whether to continue waiting for them.

"If it weren't for the purpose of concealing the identities of these people, I would never have asked you to issue an order to intercept and kill the postman. Now that those who are chasing the postman have not come back, there must have been an accident. And we haven't been able to find the second one yet. It’s a piece of shit to deliver a letter to me personally!”

Kuok didn't like waiting, but since he couldn't communicate with other believers in the city, he could only wait here in boredom until December, which was the deadline - or wait for those who were on mission in Sasha City church members come back. Of course, the information he received from the Salvation Army had made him lose confidence in this possibility.

If these church members were discovered before the "revelation", death would be a given.

The "Heart" esoteric sect of the sect can imitate the other three major esoteric sects of the mainstream, but its advantage is only the omnipotence of power types. They are good at imitating and infiltrating, and the result of a head-on conflict is only death. That's why they need a connector who can protect them.

Unfortunately, Kuok's body shape was too special and it was inconvenient to enter the city, so he had to wait in Jevo.

In addition, he has a special mission.

He wanted to kill someone who might be passing by and leave something behind.

Although this was a completely confidential mission, he somehow felt that Chud Osmar seemed to know what he was going to do, and was following him precisely because of this matter.

But recently, the feeling brought by this intuition gradually weakened. He began to suspect that this was his illusion, and then waited intently.

Waiting is unpleasant. Kuo Ke has always disliked doing things that fail to demonstrate his own value. He has been like this since he was a child. It may be that the animal trainer trained him to develop such a character, but he himself does not have a deep understanding of it.

Chud Osmar had always known this weakness of his.

"Since we came into contact with them, six of these rebels have died. If we continue..."

"I don't want to think about them anymore, don't you hear me?" Kuok said impatiently. He knocked away a bush and took a showy step. "Don't hinder the mission of the sect, and don't use my name again. You should understand."

"Then they won't listen to me."

"You need to figure it out yourself." Kuok walked to the front, turned back and walked in, his huge face close to him, staring at Chu De: "Also, let me remind you, that Lewis has awakened the miracle , if he shows this power to the locals, those Hook detectives' plan to frame him will not succeed. Francis is right, it is better to give them the leatherworker's head. This time you made a mistake again. "

"No, Padre Louis can't perform miracles in front of other people."

Chu De's pink face, which looked like it was burned, smiled, revealing two fangs hanging down from the upper jaw: "Miracle is not a common skill, as long as you learn it, you can use it. It requires some more mysterious realm, and only a strong enough heart can perform it. Miracle, and he will soon lose this qualification."

Kuo Ke frowned. He couldn't remember Chu De doing anything he couldn't understand.

"What other plans have you prepared? When will it happen?"

Chu De shook his head confidently and walked straight along the road.

"I don't need to prepare anything. Someone will send poison that will corrupt his soul. On the way, he even killed three people."