After being stopped by the person inside the door, Martin turned around in great surprise, and the disappointment on his face was wiped away.
"I knew it, I knew it!"
Keeping mumbling, he immediately ran towards Bloom excitedly.
"You brat, let's talk about what you want to do when you come in. Don't make trouble here."
The man named Bloom gently patted Martin's hand away, and then said to the Boer soldiers behind him:
"Everyone, come in quickly, it's not very safe here."
Following Bloom's greeting, Karl and the soldiers all walked into the building one after another. After the last person entered, the man immediately blocked the door with a bolt.
After doing all this, he breathed out a sigh of relief, then turned to look at Martin, who was the first to come in, and said with some complaint:
"Why did you come back at this time? You don't want to die!"
Facing Bloom's inquiry, Martin was equally puzzled.
How could this hometown where he grew up become like this? He was equally curious about what happened here.
So the Boer officer looked at his old acquaintance and asked: "Speaking of which, what is going on in the town? Why are the doors and windows of every house locked, and no one can be seen on the street?"
"I just retreated from the front line and have no idea what's going on here."
"That's it..." Bloom nodded to express understanding, then waved his sleeves helplessly and said: "You came at the wrong time. There are monsters in our town right now."
"Monster?"
Martin looked at the old acquaintance in front of him with a puzzled look. He had no idea what this guy was talking about. If there really was any monster, would it be safe to lock the door like this?
However, after Carl and his party heard this, they were even more sure that Herbert's detection was correct. For ordinary people, that mutated creature could indeed be called a monster.
Bloom looked at Martin, who looked suspicious, and immediately assured him: "I'm not lying to you. These things seem to be available in the surrounding cities, specifically to attack lone travelers nearby."
"If this is really the case, there will be no one to take care of the noble people in Johannesburg?"
"Whatever, why don't you care!" Bloom's expression became timid.
"There are some mysterious big shots who have been patrolling the area these days. They have ordered us to close the doors and windows at night and not come out. As a result, no locals have had any trouble recently."
Having said this, Bloom suddenly thought of something, and his expression became a little nervous: "I also heard that those people were looking for the culprit who released these monsters. It is said that he was a white-haired man.
The witch is coming!"
The white-haired witch!
Hearing this, Karl almost laughed out loud, and at the same time glanced at Ceryl unconsciously.
And Seliel glared back not to be outdone.
This so-called big white-haired witch is definitely a trick created by her nemesis, who wants to block Cyril outside Johannesburg in advance.
Fortunately, this guy had changed his hair color early, otherwise this suspicious guy would have reported them and their whereabouts would have been completely exposed.
However, Karl and the others also learned a very important piece of news from this, that is, Cyril's sworn enemy may have now taken control of the Boer's superstructure, otherwise an operation of this scale would not be possible at all.
Herbert, who had no idea about Cyril's true identity, was just as confused as the people around him. He felt that it would be understandable if there were any actions against church personnel, but the current high-profile search for a white-haired witch was not
What's up?
At this time, Herbert, who felt that something was not right, could not sit still. He walked up to Bloom and directly interrupted the two of them to reminisce.
"Ahem..."
After coughing slightly that he had a question, Herbert took a step forward in the eyes of the two people with doubts: "Sir, it seems that the three of us can leave here now. After all, we are almost arriving in Johannesburg. We clergy should stay here."
It’s safer in the church.”
Looking at Herbert who asked the question, Bloom said with some worry: "Sir, I suggest you stay here tonight. It's really not a good time to go out now."
As he said that, he subconsciously looked at the door and continued: "The place I have here is big enough. Why don't you leave early tomorrow morning? Monsters don't care whether you are good people or not. Don't make fun of your own lives."
"
"Don't worry." Smiling at Bloom, Herbert pointed at Karl and the others and continued: "We are believers of the Lord. No monster can harm us under the protection of the Lord."
It really can't hurt.
Hearing this, Karl subconsciously looked at the wooden box on Herbert's back. As long as the contents of the thing were still in his hand, in a sense, the monsters outside could not harm him under the blessing of the Lord.
"well……"
Seeing Herbert's firm eyes, Bloom sighed, walked to the door, pulled the bolt and said, "If you insist."
"Thank you."
With a slight nod, Herbert led Karl and the others out of the house, and then walked in the same direction with the same purpose.
Looking at Herbert leading the way, Carl asked curiously: "Mr. Herbert, do you know where the church here is?"
"Of course, I remember the location of every church in this land. I even remember that the caretaker here is an old and devout believer."
"That's really awesome..."
It is really amazing to be able to remember the current position of the church in Africa.
Under the leadership of Herbert, the three people quickly arrived at the church here.
Like the surrounding houses, the door here is also locked.
Bang bang bang!
Herbert stepped forward and knocked on the door, shouting at the same time:
"Mr. Truman, the Lord's shepherds hope to find protection here!"
Unlike Bloom before, it didn't take long for Karl to hear rapid footsteps after Herbert finished speaking.
Immediately afterwards, without any hesitation, the people inside took the initiative to open the door of the church.
An old man wearing a priest's robe came up excitedly, held Herbert's hand, and said in a trembling tone: "Your Majesty, you are most welcome to come."
Looking at the excited old pastor, Herbert said in a gentle tone: "I am the one who is troubling you. I come here to bother you so late."
"It's not too late, it's not too late."
The old priest in front of him shook his head vigorously, and then welcomed Karl and the three of them in.