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The blasphemous black mass continued.

Priest Louis sang in a hymn-like tone, praising the majesty of Heavenly Father’s creation of the world and praising all the worlds that grow from the light.

Donna looked in the opposite direction to him, kneeling beside him toward the church, chanting in the same tone, giving thanks to the Creator who gave her purity and life.

A gust of wind seemed to be blowing in the cemetery, blowing through the tombstones and making a whining sound.

Hearing these sounds, Louis stopped involuntarily and looked blankly at the air among the tombstones.

Even though he agreed to celebrate the Black Mass for these people, he still hoped that the Heavenly Father would send revelations through natural changes and tell him that "you will find your way back when you have lost your way." A small gust of wind or even the shaking of the flame on the candle would make him uneasy. , giving birth to all kinds of fantasies, until the black-haired girl's face made a dissatisfied expression indicating that he should continue, he could regain his attention to Black Mass.

Such pauses have occurred many times, and Clayton has become impatient.

If Louis had been one of his soldiers, his back would be covered in whip marks by now.

The longer they delay, the more likely it is that someone else will find out.

He leaned on the edge of the church and glanced inside the door. Looking across the pulpit, he could see the benches for believers to sit on were pushed to both sides, the heads, broken teeth and heads of Mosquito Slayer and Kuok. The bodies cut into several segments lay quietly on the ground in the center of the chapel. They were surrounded by numerous white candles. The candle cores burned brightly, and the transparent wax flowing in the depression at the top overflowed like the tears of the Virgin.

The glass window of the dome at the top of the church transmits light downwards, and there is a visible light pillar in the center, covering things below.

Clayton does not believe in God.

This is not to say that he does not believe in the existence of the gods of the Bai religion. After all, those miracles cannot be faked, but - he does not like a guy who always wants to test others.

Even if Heavenly Father is really the Creator who gave him life, the torture he has received in the past ten years should have paid off his debt.

Now he lives only for himself and his family.

The front door of the church was suddenly banged in a hurry. This measure made the already solid air in the church vibrate together like a solid, and the flames on the many candles flickered.

"Mr. Louis, there's a vampire in town! Someone's dead! Priest Louis! Are you here?!"

The void in the building makes it like a cavity under a drum, amplifying the visitor's voice and the panic and anxiety in it. The disorderly and forceful knocking on the door also makes people feel distressed.

Everyone suddenly fell silent, and the ceremony was temporarily paused to prevent the sound from betraying its presence.

Since they decided to do something taboo here, they also made preparations. They lowered the latch on the inside of the front door very early and hung a lock on the outside. Most people would not try to come in if they saw the lock. The visitor saw the lock, but reluctantly screamed several times before leaving.

After he left, the ceremony did not resume for a while.

Everyone is thinking about the information revealed by this visitor - there is only one vampire in Gevaux.

What did Barbara do when she was alone?

Clayton waved his hand for Julius to escort the ceremony to continue, and he walked through the medicine garden to the outside world. He considered taking special methods to avoid interruption.

As for Barbara, he didn't think about it. Even if Barbara's identity was exposed, it was not his responsibility. On the contrary, it was because Barbara did not follow his instructions.

The reason why they have been unwilling to make their conflicts with Osmar public for a long time is precisely to conceal their identities. This is also in line with the Presbyterian Church's principle of escaping from the world and provides a basis for the government's lazy watch.

If Barbara makes things worse, even forcing Osmar to reveal himself is not worth it.

The Presbytery may or may not protect them.

Clayton looked around the street warily, turned around and walked into the backyard of the doctor's house closest to Church Square. Then he blew a sharp whistle to the neighbor. Immediately, a white domestic dog ran out and he pointed at it. After a few words of instruction, the dog crossed the street and disappeared before his eyes.

Sporadic barking began to spread from a distance, and then became more and more intensive.

The watchdogs of Gévaux let out the loudest bark in their history.

In this way, they might allow the locals to divert some of their attention to finding the cause, giving Barbara a greater chance of escaping.

Creighton, believing that he had fulfilled his duty as leader to her, turned to return to the church.

But then a man stopped him.

"Mr. Bello, please stay!"

Clayton turned around sharply as if he was electrocuted. He almost planned to kill the visitor to protect the secret that he could communicate with dogs, but the other person was panting and had obviously just arrived here.

"Mr. Braden, what do you want from me?"

The visitor was Mayor Jeffrey's son Brayden. He looked a little more sneaky than Clayton himself, and his forehead was shiny with beads of sweat. His eyes kept wandering, as if he had just run over with all his strength. And what are you avoiding.

{Hearing Clayton’s question, his eyes calmed down.

"Mr. Bello, my father left you some last words."

"About my last words?" Clayton asked suspiciously. He did not remember any relationship between him and Mayor Jeffrey.

"He said that Chud Osmar had evil intentions towards you."

Clayton blinked, feeling as if he was asked by his commander to do simple addition and subtraction during the war.

"Well, thank you for the reminder. But how did he know?"

Braden said sternly: "Osmar and my father had some private interactions. My father discovered that he was not doing well, so he was on guard. But he didn't expect that he died before he could carry out the execution. Now Osmar Mal is causing trouble just as he said he would. A monster is chasing him in the streets."

Clayton translated this sentence into another way in his heart - Jeffrey and Osmar reached some kind of deal, but Jeffrey couldn't trust the other party, so he kept a backup plan.

"Who is hunting Osmar?" Clayton asked him deliberately.

"I don't know, we couldn't see the man's face clearly."

This is good news after a long time, Clayton thought, as long as no one can identify Barbara, the consequences will not be serious.

"Okay, I have to say goodbye. There are still things I need to do."

Brayden gave him a quick nod and continued running down the street. Clayton caught up with him and grabbed his arm.

"You're going to church?"

"Yes, do you have anything else?"

Brayden looked unnatural, as if the news he just told Clayton was just a casual thing, and what he was doing at the church was the real thing.

"The church door is locked," Clayton said. "I just watched it."

Brayden immediately turned around.

"If you are looking for Priest Lewis, you should not go to his house to look for him, because I was rushing there before and he was not at home either." Clayton pointed in that direction and said matter-of-factly.

Brayden paused, the expression on his face changing.

Clayton persuaded: "I still have some personal things to ask him. I have to find him today. If you want me to bring anything or anything else to him, I will be happy to do it for you."

"No, I won't trouble you anymore."

His words made Braden make some determination, and he immediately turned around and left, but he was caught by the werewolf again.

"Is it also related to Osmar?" Clayton asked calmly, while fabricating a lie again: "He and I used to be from the same hometown. He was notorious when he was young because he played with black magic. If that's the case I can help you with that."

This sentence was like a key, which immediately softened Braden's attitude and relaxed him.

He looked around for a while, then took out a folded translucent paper from his arms and handed it to Clayton. His movement was as fast as dropping a burning coal from his hand.

"Osmar once asked my father to order those rebel prisoners to be killed as soon as possible, but my father realized that there might be a conspiracy in his request, so he did not follow all his requests. We found some on those rebels Suspected traces of black magic. My father secretly removed this thing from one of them before ordering them to be killed, preparing to foil his plan."

"If you know this thing and know how to restrain it, that would be great. If not, then go and ask Padre Lewis. But no matter what, please don't tell anyone else about it."

This was actually a lie, and he had no intention of doing what his father said, because the very act of carrying such a thing made him panic.

It is impossible for anyone who finds out about this to think that he has no connection with black magic.

If Osmar hadn't really fought crazily with a weirdo today, showing physical strength beyond ordinary humans and making him realize that some threats were indeed close at hand, then he would rather throw this thing into a fire and destroy its traces than let it go. The Priesthood knew he had touched such a thing.

"Of course, it's a secret."

After making his promise, Clayton took the paper, opened it and shook it before he realized what it was.

This is a piece of skin from the back of a Salvation Army with a tattoo on it.

A small, hunched man, wearing only a piece of cloth.

Clayton felt his stomach twitch again. He pressed down on the discomfort and looked at the picture carefully. He had not seen the tattoos on all the Salvation Army soldiers imprisoned in the barn before, but as a curio dealer, he was familiar with the symbols of various religions, and he could confirm that this was also one of the sacrifices to the thirteen main gods.

As a waiter of the twin gods of destiny, the short man regulates the fate of mortals in the world.

"This was taken off while he was alive?" Creighton asked Brayden.

If you don't recognize that this is a piece of human skin, this sentence seems to have no beginning or end, but with Braden, Clayton immediately gained his trust and became a master of black magic in his mind. .

"That's right." He nodded repeatedly and couldn't wait to leave.

Even though there was no one on the street, and few people would recognize the appearance of human skin being peeled off, he was still afraid of being seen.

Clayton did not keep him anymore and immediately returned to the church with the human skin, intending to tell others the news.

Knowing the existence of this human skin, the werewolf finally felt relaxed.

Mayor Jeffrey peeled off the skin of such a prisoner before executing him, so that the sacrifice was not actually offered. Osmar was one step closer to the success of his conspiracy, but he did not know yet that this would lead to subsequent The ritual failed directly, even if others did nothing.

Creighton hadn't been this lucky for a long time since he came to Gervaux.