Orc Tyrant

During the three-week trip to Yankee City, a problem has been plagued by Joe Si.

After arriving in the political capital of the New California Republic, he followed his "lock" to the so-called association meeting, which was set in a deep and forgotten room in the superstructure of the Saint Dreiser Church.

The dark roads along the way were lit by thin candles, and Qiao Si came here in a simple robe, and his "lock" also taught him to do so.

He is a whisperer, a sorcerer secretly cultivated by Kaimon Church.

Although the sacred ancient church has always regarded wizards as heretics, it does not prevent them from using this power. While the bishops regard witchcraft as scourges, they have to admit that it is a sharp weapon.

The cryptic came from this, they are responsible for the court, but the administrator is the patriarch of each region.

They are usually active in various identities, and once the assembly order is issued, they will quickly rush to the church to report, but this time the situation is a bit different...

"Relax."

Every cryptic person has a single-line contact, collectively referred to as the "lock", and Ackerman is the "lock" of Josi.

For what he kept repeating, Qiao Si felt unable to do it in his heart.

He didn't like this kind of secret meeting, and Ackerman acted so mysteriously, which made him more uneasy.

"This is not the same as you think."

Ackerman said this to him, but he did not agree.

What does he think it is? The forbidden secret council? Holy seminar? Or worse.

Terrible group? The internal moth? A malignant tumor in the heart of the church?

When he walked into the dim aisle, he hoped that what awaited him would be a hellish gathering of evil.

Then it proves that the patriarch is infected by Hanan's products. This kind of thing is not uncommon in the church. Although it is difficult for the world to see the truth, as far as Qiao Si knows, the trial court is becoming more and more judgmental within the church Frequently, many rural churches in remote areas have long since become lairs for cults.

But he even hoped that it was something else. If this secret association is corrupt, then Ackerman's presence shows that this corruption has far-reaching impact.

Joe Si didn't want to fight Ackerman, but if what he was worried about was true, then in the next few minutes, he might have to fight the brother he had been with.

"Who's here?"

There was a voice in the darkness, and Qiao Si saw a figure, who was obviously an old man from the physical, but he was hiding under the hooded cloak.

"Two souls."

Ackerman replied.

"What's your name?"

The man asked mechanically.

"I can't say."

"Pass, friends."

When they entered the secret room, Qiao Si hesitated. This huge area full of brackets was mysteriously illuminated by candles. Many people with hats stood around, the dancing fire illuminating the strange shadows of the deep building structure.

"A new friend is here."

As soon as Ackerman announced, all the hooded people turned around.

Qiao Si was stunned, because he saw a face. The man's name was Hein Victor, the patriarch of the place and the administrator of the Cathedral of Saint Dreiser.

He also saw him, and the stagnant astonishment.

"It seems that our new partner was a little frightened."

He smiled and beckoned to Qiao Si, but somehow Qiao Si moved and followed.

The two of them kept coming to the balcony of the room, and Joe Si was able to stay away from the dimness, but it was only now that he found that he was at the very top of the cathedral.

The balcony extends out from the thickest part of the tall tower like a convex lip, overlooking the crowded and lively people below. Although the speaker plays the gentle upper-class music in the church, the night breeze is outside. In the middle, what came was the rows of crescent-shaped terraces with bursts of cheers and chants.

There used to be several oil lamps everywhere, but none of them are working now. The light coming from below is from the candles in the hands of countless amphitheater spectators.

At the place where the edge is slightly protruding, Patriarch Hein is leaning on the stone wall to watch the crowd, his expression is obviously not affected by the crowded scene in front of him.

"They can't see us yet."

The patriarch raised his head first, with a relaxed tone.

"It's too dark on our side. Anyone who is distracted and looks up has to risk misspelling the lyrics, and that is unforgivable."

Qiao Si lowered his eyes to the group of devout believers.

"But sir, don't they all have the lyrics in mind?"

Hein looked at the cryptic next to him with an amused expression.

"It's really like what a true believer would say."

Qiao Si just nodded without answering.

"Those who are illiterate need to memorize rote."

Hein laughed again.

"In this way, the Holy Father's admonition will never leave us-it will remain unalterable, indestructible, and immortal."

"Praise the Father."

Before thinking about it much, the ritual words had already escaped his lips.

Hein straightened up and patted the dust on his bright red robe with gold rim.

"Sometimes, praise alone is not enough to satisfy the justice of the Father."

His answer became short, and every word seemed hard and sharp.

"You must have doubts or even doubts about us."

The patriarch looked at Qiao Si for a long time.

"Let me ask you a question, are you afraid of witchcraft?"

"Witchcraft is the doorway for demons to come and go. Only by purifying with sacraments and resolutely rejecting it from time to time can we who are cursed by witchcraft have the hope of surviving and serving the Holy Father."

Qiao Si repeated the contents of the proverbs without missing a word.

"Good point, but you failed to answer my question."

He stared at Qiao Si.

"Answer me, Hidden Whisperer, are you afraid of witchcraft?"

Qiao Si's answer did not hesitate at all.

"Of course I am afraid. If we are not always vigilant, sorcerers will destroy mankind. They are like heretics, demons and non-human monsters. They are the enemies of mankind. Our fear makes us strong, and it spurs us. We are going to destroy these monsters. If I have nothing to fear about these things, then I have nothing to fight with."

"exactly."

Hein nodded in praise.

"I once had doubts that you were not the best person to perform this task, and now you are gone."

"task?"

The archbishop sighed and turned his eyes to the distance.

"The church is facing great dangers, and we are determined to eliminate such dangers."

"Where does the danger come from?"

"A decadent force within us is eroding our faith. There are too many and we have to act in secret."

This sentence made Qiao Si horrified. He never thought that the inside of the church had reached the point where even the patriarch had to act secretly.

"Then... Where's the court?"

"They can't take care of themselves. The things in the Old World have caused them to be devastated, and now they can only rely on us."

"Understood, so what do you think you are going to hand to me?"

"One thing, the cultists intend to use it to do terrible things."

"What is it?"

"Heart of Wendigo."

The third watch is 8 o'clock in the evening