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Chapter 131

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Volume 3: Secrets of the Decline of the Sacred Rite: 138 Lord Dekan’s Quest (2-in-1)

In the midst of the falling fire, Evans' figure instantly hit the ground like a meteorite.

Evans had no idea how much explosives Durkan had stuffed into the magic airship to have such power.

But Evans knew that this time, he was completely defeated.

In his current state, even with his powerful body, he could not withstand this unexpected explosion.

His entire right arm had been exploded by the fireball just now, causing flesh and blood to fly everywhere.

Especially under the elbows, after the head-on confrontation with the magic airship, the flesh and blood in many places had been completely blown away, exposing the bones.

And the black priest's robe that he originally wore had been burned in many places, and there were a few large tattered holes. Even the red hair was a lot darker.

Evans, who was dying, could not help but tremble with unwilling anger.

He is the bishop of destruction who is inferior to one person and surpasses ten thousand people in the Church of Resurrection!

Feared by millions of people in the world!

How could such a day happen!

In Evans' impression, although there are some powerful enemies in the world that are worth facing him.

But they are highly capable, most of them have high status and high arrogance, and they are very elegant before taking action.

Of course, this is also the biggest weakness of those strong people.

The unscrupulous Evans has a natural advantage against them.

Who would have expected that he would eventually fall into the hands of a guy like Dekan who has no martial ethics.

Evans even felt that Dekan was more disgusting than the corrupt bishop in the church that he hated and despised most!

This guy named Dekan, let alone his strength.

Evans, who was able to force him into this situation, was even a quasi-special card maker.

With such a talent, how come he has no spirit at all and is completely like a rogue?

TM is sick, right?

Fill this civilian vehicle with explosives.

Evans couldn't figure it out, and he almost didn't have a chance to think about it anymore.

Whether it was mana or life force, Evans was almost exhausted.

"rustle."

There was some movement in the wilderness.

It was the sound of someone approaching Evans.

Evans didn't have the strength to raise his head, and he couldn't see clearly, but he knew who was still around.

Isabel came to Evans' side with faint steps.

She shook the dagger slightly, admiring Evans' embarrassed look with a playful expression.

"Lord Evans, please hold on a little longer."

With a soft tone, Isabel actually helped Evans up.

With a falsely gentle look on her face, she slowly poured a small bottle of recovery potion into Evans.

"Hehehe..."

Evans only thought it was ridiculous, but he didn't even have the strength to resist being fed the potion.

This small bottle of potion will undoubtedly let him live a little longer.

Maybe Dekan just wanted to torture and interrogate him for a while.

But Evans didn't care anymore.

He's had enough.

Nothing could make his heart waver.

Even torture or something more horrific is nothing to be afraid of.

However.

He only heard Isabel say:

"Master Dekan has ordered that you die in his hands."

This made Evans' pupils shrink sharply.

He seemed to have figured out something.

immediately.

He actually had blood in his mouth and laughed maniacally.

"Hahaha, hahaha!"

He smiled like this until he vomited more and more blood and gradually began to succumb.

"Take me there... Just thinking about the expressions of the Kingdom Federation and other bishops as if they have eaten shit is enough..."

Evans looked sluggish, but there was a crazy smile on his lips.

"Isabel...I'm waiting for you in hell..."

Evans closed his eyes like a dying man who has accepted his fate.

"hehe."

Isabel sneered twice.

Seeing Evans' miserable appearance, she couldn't help but feel deeply in her heart.

When the time comes to hell, you might even have to call me sister.

I didn’t even look at which adult I was following.

…

The night was melting, and the dark sky was now dotted with stars.

The Beautiful Mind trio returned to the Lord's Mansion and were sitting on the sofa in the living room chatting with Lord Viscount Lampard about the customs and customs of Tristin City.

Dekan raised his eyebrows slightly, raised his head and looked out the window.

He seemed to sense something.

"Brother Lampard, lend me two guard knights."

"good."

Originally chatting with friends about a relaxing topic, Dekan suddenly made this request. Lampard naturally understood what Dekan was going to do.

He raised his hand to call the two guard knights over, and sent these two confidants to Dekan.

He also ordered them to strictly follow Dekan's arrangements and not to ask or think too much.

Dekan nodded with satisfaction and quickly walked out of the mansion with the two knights.

After leaving the garden of the mansion, he walked all the way to the path directly behind the mansion.

Usually no one passes by here.

Because no one would hang around in the place directly behind the Lord's Mansion where there is no gate but only a courtyard wall.

"Please, you two, go guard both sides and don't let anyone get close, even the guards on routine patrol."

"And no matter what happens here, don't come here. Come back and find me nearby in twenty minutes."

Dekan explained.

"yes."

The two knights quickly dispersed as instructed by Durkan.

Then Dekan looked around and made sure that no one was around. He turned into a gray elf cat very skillfully, jumped up the wall, and came to a corner.

The moon is dim under the night sky, and the light here is extremely poor, but you can vaguely see a slender figure gradually emerging from the shadows.

Isabelle was seen dragging Evans and found the location of Dekan.

She carried Evans in a plastic bag so that it would be concealed and would not leave any traces of blood along the way.

There is no verbal communication between one person and one cat.

Under the gaze of the Dekan cat, Isabel opened the bag and showed Evans inside to Dekan.

"Not bad, meow."

The Dekan cat stood on the high wall, its sapphire-like cat pupils unusually bright in the shadows.

It jumped down from the high wall, looked at the dying Evans, and gently pressed its cat paw on the summoned [Blood Purification].

As the blood purification was activated, the blood mist dispersed. Evans's expression was twisted, and he wanted to cry out in pain.

However, Durkan had already imposed [My Speech Spell] on him to prevent Evans from disturbing the people at night.

After all, Dekan attaches great importance to the moral quality of citizens.

After repeating this several times, Evans finally breathed his last.

"Isabelle, go and lurk in the capital. I will look for you again when I return to the capital."

After finishing speaking, Dekan returned to his human form.

He didn't plan to care about Isabel anymore, he just stood there and waited for the knights to carry Evans' body back to the Lord's Mansion at the right time.

Give this corpse to the lord, Viscount Lampard, and the lord will naturally write various reports, handle all the troublesome aftermath, and then hand over Evans' corpse to the Norton Kingdom and the Federation of Kingdoms.

And Dekan can enjoy a wonderful vacation with friends in the next few days.

When he thought about being able to play freely with his friends in such a dreamy and beautiful city, Dekan could hardly help but smile.

"Lord Dekan..."

Isabel made a trembling voice behind Dekan.

This made Dekan frown slightly and turned his head.

It looks like she doesn't want to leave yet?

"Any thing else?"

"You just said that I did a good job on my first mission."

"...What? Do you mean you still want a reward?"

Decan paused, turned back and stared at Isabel and asked.

"Don't dare!"

Isabel quickly raised her hands.