For Zachary, who was assigned to work at the Church of San Casso, a long time ago, before the morning bell rang, he came to this jade-like square and sat on the bench and watched the sun rise and fall gradually. This was an indispensable thing for him every day.

As one of the leaders of the Necromancers' Necromancers' Church and one of the leaders of the Heretic Inquisition, Zachary's work is not easy at ordinary times. The whereabouts of the necromancers in the jurisdiction of the territory are hidden, and they often do not necessarily gain anything after tracking for a long time until the last moment. The various cases and traces they left are shocking.

Every day, I wake up early to see the morning light blooming, and then watch the sunset shrink and fall at night, which seems to be able to wash away the heaviness on my body.

Today is no exception.

At this moment, the sunset was so warm that it seemed to dispel the coolness around. Looking at the rest of the monks walking in the square and the residents who came to wander around nearby, Zachary, wearing a white monk suit, couldn't help but sigh at the beauty of time, and then sighed as if he thought of something.

"But how long can this beauty last?"

Various messages are constantly being received and gathered and blended. Although they are not directly involved, the church has already noticed the upcoming ordeal of the country under its feet.

However, the Dulin royal family was too unsatisfied, and the church had no reason to interfere in the affairs of internal and external powers. So much so that Archbishop Feligi ordered them, the mainstays of the church, to do their own duties not long ago, and no one was allowed to get involved in the Dulin civil strife.

It cannot be said that Zachary was dissatisfied with this. He just thought that the rare peace in front of him would not return soon, and he felt a little sad.

However, this melancholy was immediately interrupted by a boy not far away.

The boy had blonde hair and blue eyes, a round face, and was wearing weird clothes. He was now looking at this place.

This boy is strange.

Zachary thought to himself.

Whether it is wearing it on the outside or being at a loss with the strangeness and silence around him, it seems out of place.

So Zachary waved to him and signaled to come.

He wanted to ask the boy if he needed any help, or if he had any doubts about it - as an "old employee" of the heretic court, he habitually developed the problem of picking people first. It cannot be said that he has an extreme personality.

It seemed that the boy was very alert to everything here, but after Zachary waved, he ran over very decisively. Then, just as Zachary was about to ask something, the other party took out a note with a sentence written on it.

"Please help me find Monk Zachary, thank you."

Looking for mine?

Zachary was stunned for a moment, and then replied, "I am."

Hearing this passage, the other party wrinkled his nose in wonder, and then pointed to his mouth and ears.

Zachary knew this, so he pointed to the note in his hand and pointed at himself again.

The little boy understood. Looking at Zachary's ordinary face, blinked his eyes, he took out a letter from his arms and handed it to the other party.

The monk was very curious about this, so he took it and opened the unsigned envelope and looked down. However, this look made him frown.

After repeatedly scanning the contents of the letter several times, Zachary raised his eyes and said, "Who asked you to send it-"

He obviously forgot that the other party was deaf and dumb. But this was not the point. The point was that the boy who was standing in front of him just now disappeared!

Zachry frowned as he stared at the shallow mud footprints on the white stone bricks and the open spaces around him.

The way the child left was amazing, he didn't notice it at all?

"If this method is used to assassinate..." Subconsciously, he thought of some bad thoughts, and the monk's face was a little gloomy. But within a while, he got rid of the matter.

After hesitating for a while, he held the letter and returned to the church behind the square, hurried to the top floor. He found Archbishop Feligi, Dulin in the bright hall when he last advanced to Charles.

While handing the letter to the other party, Zachary said: "I don't know if the content on it is true, but the boy who delivered the letter was strange. I didn't even notice it when he disappeared in front of me."

Although it is embarrassing to say this in front of the leader, Zachary would not choose to hide it in order not to delay the other party's judgment.

In response to this, the dignified Fei Liji signaled her head. After reading the letter, her eyes flashed slightly. While handing the letter back, another letter also appeared quietly in her hand and handed it over.

"Look at it, too."

The soft voice was like a flow of water passing through my ears. Looking at the two letters, Zachary vaguely guessed. When he opened it, he found that although the words on it were different, the descriptions were basically the same!

What does this mean?

Zachary frowned and thought, and then heard Archbishop Feligi in front of him say lightly: "See a high-level meeting."

...

The church was attracted by two mysterious letters, and the edge of the royal city of Polso is located in a hound bar called Coral Street.

There were endless noises. Two shirtless men were in a sandy field. Under the dim lights, they kept sweating, punching each other and fighting back and forth.

They were surrounded by a group of people, watching the exciting scene up close, and burst into cheers from time to time.

Among the crowd were workers wearing dirty work uniforms for a day, gentlemen dressed in neatly but messy hair, and even ladies who were protected by domestic servants and went out to play.

In the past, they were either honest, dignified, or elegant. However, now they all became excited and excited.

The large number of screams that sounded from time to time were so loud that they completely covered up other sounds, and although they were not as loud as the mixed music in someone's memory, they were "not to be underestimated".

However, just when the atmosphere was rich and warm, a killing was going on quietly on the second floor of the bar.

The Hound Bar is an underground gang station called the Grey Squirrel. Although this group of people had no bad record in the past, they were doing population trading business secretly, so they also ended up in a disaster at this moment.

Behind the tightly closed brown-black wooden door, screams came one after another, accompanied by faint crying and begging for mercy, and looked muffled through the wooden door.

However, there are few people on the second floor, and most of them are basically leaning against the railings on the edge of the corridor. They are all attracted by the fighting field below. No one pays attention to a room here at all.

Even if someone noticed it, he was glared back by the two weird guys standing at the door, wearing old robes with ferocious faces.

So much so that when a thin man with a terrified expression suddenly opened the door and exposed his face, no one noticed him immediately.

"save--"

The rushing syllables just rushed out and were held back.

After he opened the door, a slender and powerful hand suddenly covered his mouth, then stretched out another hand holding the dagger from behind the door, and stabbed the person hard at the heart of his chest.

The metal object easily broke the clothes, forced into the body, cut through the thin film of the bone gap, and pierced straight into the trembling heart. So the leader of the Grey Squirrel trembled all over and his strength quickly passed away. Then he was dragged into the house by the man behind him without any pause.

The wooden door was slammed and closed.

Then all kinds of trivial sounds came from the inside, and not long after, there were even a wave of abnormal ethereal whispers, gloomy and strange, and faintly drifted into the ears of the two weirdos with keen senses through the wooden door.

But they were indifferent to this, but instead looked at the large crowd of people gathering with lights not far away, their eyes longing and depressing.
Chapter completed!