Chapter 268 Prison Visit

At half past six, they finished their work and went back to town together.

Clayton returned to Perrault's house, sat down under the gaze of others, and exchanged today's results with them.

Julius told him that Marie Etta spoke again today and it seemed that she would be able to move again soon.

Donna got along well with the horses, and there was no new threat to harm the livestock.

Barbara and Clara cleaned the house and confirmed that the disaster beast, which was larger than a sheep and smaller than a horse, did not approach the house.

Perrault's story was the most complicated one, because the other protagonist in the story now had a complicated identity.

The town of Gevo was in a stalemate.

It was probably during the time when Clayton led the workers to the swamp that Perrault had a conversation with the mayor's son, Brayden, in the town.

Jeffrey had died less than a day ago, but he still had some unfinished business, so his heirs needed to negotiate with the hunters and representatives of the people-that is, when Clayton met Chude Osmar, they were discussing these things.

For example, should the surviving Salvation Army prisoners be sentenced to death? If they are to be executed, when should they choose?

For example, for those who died in the battle with the Salvation Army, according to convention, the mayor and the local parish priest should give them a speech, and then hold a collective funeral, but now both of them are gone, and no one knows what to do next.

And how should the reward for the head of the Salvation Army be divided?

However, these things can be delayed, but the imprisoned priest Louis is a difficult matter to deal with, but it must be dealt with as soon as possible.

The bodies of Mayor Jeffrey, jeweler Lawrence, and the three brothers of the Weir family must be buried as soon as possible, but there is no priest in the town who can preside over the funeral. The only priest Louis is imprisoned and mentally abnormal.

After the death of the mayor, the identity of priest Louis is even more embarrassing.

Regarding the crimes of priest Louis, not many people believe it at present, only the family members of the deceased are convinced.

Because Father Louis and these people had no festival at all, there was no need to kill people. Now that all the Salvation Army had died, out of people's desire for peace, after Perrault released the news of Sevan's death, most people would rather believe that the priest was crazy because of his son's death and was talking nonsense, rather than believe that he suddenly became evil and killed innocent people.

Some people even speculated that Father Louis was assassinated by the Salvation Army, so the mayor imprisoned and protected him.

In fact, Louis' biggest crime was holding a black mass.

But all the people who reported him for holding a black mass died in the hands of Julius and Perrault, and no one could continue to firmly testify that he had done such a blasphemous thing.

And just out of friendship and faith, Jeffrey's eldest son Braden was unwilling to continue to detain the priest.

As long as Father Louis changed his mind and denied his murder, he would still have the possibility of getting out.

But Perrault talked to him and he didn't need it.

Father Louis just wanted to die.

"I told him that the big problems outside have basically been solved. If he wants to come out, we will help him." Pero said helplessly: "But he just doesn't want to. Instead, he told me that since people no longer need him, he will wait for his death in prison."

Julius disdained the clergy's posturing.

"I think he is just pretending. If I want to die, I will die in less than ten minutes. It is impossible for me to wait for others to kill me."

"No, he can't die even if he wants to. We need him to help keep an eye on Chude Osmar. Even if he is a mortal, he must know more about religious matters than us. Especially the situation in the swamp."

Clayton told his companions who were listening attentively about the scene he found.

"With so many mourning crosses, there must have been a disaster there. I don't believe that the people in the church really have no records of these. Maybe there are other clues in the church, but we don't know."

He said this not without basis.

Every church of the White Church preserves the historical records of the beginning of the church's establishment, including various cardinals and even command documents from the throne, just like the private records of Cardinal Boshima in the book room.

However, Bohema's records clearly stated that the throne would send a reply to the discovery here, and he did stay to garrison Geves because of subsequent orders.

Logically, these replies from the throne should be placed together with Bohema's private documents, because the messages they conveyed were coherent, but Clayton did not see those replies.

Now that I think about it, they were either hidden, or the carrier was destroyed, and the information contained was passed on by word of mouth among the clergy, and there is a certain probability that they were accidentally damaged.

But Clayton believes they exist.

"Donna, tomorrow you will persuade Father Louis. At the very least, you must know what special things were found nearby when this church was first built."

Even if it is to build such a cathedral, the workers must also find suitable stones nearby to lay a deep foundation for the building, which inevitably requires excavation work underground, and there are a large number of dead bodies buried underground. Clayton absolutely does not believe that the clergy did not find anything at the time.

"Me?" The girl pointed at herself in disbelief.

Clayton looked at her encouragingly: "You are the most suitable."

Apart from the lowly Seranie, Donna was the only normal human in the team.

The next day, Clayton sent old Pero to spread the word secretly - there was something special hidden under the swamp, which was the treasure that the ancestors of the Gevo people had stopped for. Clayton Bello was not actually an antique dealer, but a treasure hunter from the city. Looking for lost items was just an excuse. He hired so many people to help dig just to get the buried treasure as soon as possible.

Since many of the locals were descendants of former treasure hunters, perhaps this rumor could arouse their enthusiasm.

While her uncle was trying to spread rumors, Donna squatted at the door of the town prison and looked at the guards.

She wanted to go in, but she didn't want to go in.

Clayton gave her the task of communicating with Father Louis, but she felt that this was a wrong decision.

Her communication skills were not very good.

So far, all the people she could talk to were either relatives or took the initiative to communicate with her. She rarely took the initiative to talk to people. If she failed, she would feel embarrassed. But this was her uncle's request, so she couldn't refuse.

"Miss, are you in trouble?" The guard sitting at the prison gate spoke.

Donna's heart sank when she heard him asking her a question - she had no way out now.

"No, I just want to find a prisoner to question."

The guard saw her solemn face and immediately took off a bunch of keys from his waist: "Then I'll let him out."

"So casual?" Donna was shocked.

However, what she didn't know was that most of the prisoners here were just minor crimes such as drunk fighting and vandalism. Imprisonment was more of a necessary step to sober up than a punishment. Ninety-nine percent of the prisoners in the prison were sentenced to hours, and basically they would be released after a night's sleep.

If a prisoner really had something wrong at home, the guards would not continue to imprison him for the sake of the villagers.

"It's just that casual. Who do you want to release?"

"Then I want to release Louis."

The guard put down his hand holding the key again and said regretfully: "Mr. Louis can't be released. He probably killed someone. Only the mayor has the power to release him."

"The mayor is dead."

"Then at least he has to act as the mayor."

Donna said helplessly: "Then I want to talk to him."

The guard did not refuse this time and opened the door for her.

This prison has eight cells. The smell of alcohol, vomit and excrement is everywhere in this dark space.

The first few cells are all drunkards, who are now sleeping in the straw pile. Their snoring comes and goes. Donna walked forward a few steps before she saw Father Louis. He was locked in the middle cell on the left and was communicating with a young man with a bruise on his face in the cell opposite.

".I know, but I really can't control my anger. That old cripple determined that I would waste my life here and achieve nothing."

"Child, it is certainly a sin for him to speak ill of others, but the city is not as beautiful as you think, and the fire of sin is even more blazing there."

"I know, but I just need a chance, I believe I will not be contaminated by those corrupt things."

"No, I don't think you are ready yet, because you need to overcome not only the superficial enemies, but also the restless emotions in your own heart. 'Whoever cannot make his heart obedient will be punished', you can't control yourself here because of one person's insult, and when you go to the city, there will be more people who look down on you, how are you going to deal with it then? Commit the same crime as me?"

".I don't know"

Donna's pace is getting slower and slower. She wants to listen to their conversation, but the two people have noticed her and stopped talking.

Father Louis in the cell is sitting on a pile of straw. His spirit seems to have recovered a little. His face is still haggard, but not very weak, otherwise he can't talk to the young man.

But this mental appearance does not look like mental disorder.

Donna began to doubt the look in old Pero's eyes.

"Miss, who are you looking for?" asked the young man with a bruise on his face. He concluded that Donna was not here to go to jail.

She was wearing a red cape and a white skirt. She looked like a farm girl, but he didn't remember such a person in the town. She must be an outsider.

Donna looked at Father Louis awkwardly, and pulled down her hood to reveal her true face. Her long black hair was slightly curly and fell on both sides of her shoulders-she hoped that the priest still remembered her.

"She is here to see me."

The priest immediately helped her out. He did remember her. He knew that she was the "daughter" of Clayton Bello.

Donna breathed a sigh of relief. She was a wizard and didn't know how to start a conversation with the priest.

But even if there was a beginning, she looked at the people who were still awake in the cells around her, and began to consider whether their chat content was suitable for public disclosure.

Louis' face was calm, and he spoke for her again: "Your father doesn't believe what I told him?"

"We."

Donna thought about it, squatted down and lowered her voice, but the echo was still loud: "It's not that we don't believe you, there is a new situation, and he thinks it's better to let you know about it. We found many bodies and hundreds of mourning crosses underground in the swamp area, but what has been excavated is still a small part, and there must be more underground."

"We want to know if anything was found under the construction site when the local church was first built? Or are there any special ancient architectural relics here?"