Because they both sensed something was wrong, Annan and Salvatore didn't chat for too long.
It just so happened... Notedam had to watch his wife and couldn't stay outside for a long time.
After eating and drinking, and sending Notedam back, the two of them went directly to the police station.
This is different from what we planned before.
Originally, Salvatore had no intention of getting involved with Annan in such trouble...
But what happened in the old house in Notredam left him with lingering fears.
Without any urging from the shadow, he directly followed Annan's pace.
Because he also has something to ask Bishop Daryl...
"...Notdam? Do you mean the tax collector?"
After listening to the narrations of Annan and Salvatore, Bishop Daryl looked a little strange: "You said that he and his wife who are about to be pregnant are at home... No. 44, Clearwater Street? His wife's name is Meimi, and she has a temper.
Some pregnant women?"
Annan's heart moved and he asked: "What's wrong? Is there a problem here?"
"The problem is big..."
After getting the definite answer, Bishop Daryl murmured in a low voice.
He glanced at Annan and couldn't help but sigh.
How can this guy cause trouble so much...
After dismissing the other people in the room, he slowly spoke.
The fat bishop's next words made Salvatore feel a little cold:
"Noteddam should be living at No. 12 Rustywater Street now... His new wife is not married to him yet, let alone pregnant."
The fat bishop glanced at Annan and Salvatore with a strange expression, and pointed at the map behind him:
"——But if you want to say she is pregnant, it should be Meimei... This is a nickname, and her full name is Melis Noterdam. But...
"She passed away due to dystocia two or three years ago."
"……Well."
Hearing this, Salvatore couldn't help but tremble, and his face became a little ugly.
Annan glanced at him and asked Bishop Daryl: "So, Grandpa Daryl - do you have any clues about this?
"Or do you think this might be some kind of ritual of a false god?"
"As far as I know, probably not."
Bishop Daryl quickly shook his head: "Neither Bone Master nor Fu Fu's abilities involve 'time' and 'resurrection'. Although Bone Master has the ability to make corpses move again, it is impossible for you two.
I can't tell the difference between a living corpse and a living person.
"From your description, the false gods who can achieve this effect are the 'Faceless Poet' or the 'Bell Ringer'. But their human bodies and church forces are not in the Kingdom of Noah... and they are very far away from us.
Far, far away.
"So, this matter should have nothing to do with gods. At least, it is definitely not a conspiracy of a certain church."
Otherwise, we will definitely notice it.
His Excellency the Bishop said so.
Bishop Daryl's words were full of confidence.
He looked at Annan and exchanged glances.
Then the fat bishop spoke and asked in a low voice: "Do you need me to take a look?"
Although his attitude was very tactful, the meaning behind his words was very clear——
Bishop Daryl suspected that Notedam might have obtained sacrificial rituals related to the "Faceless Poet" or the "Bell Ringer".
This is the only way to actively communicate with false gods without the involvement of "the church".
Annan was silent for a while and shook his head: "Don't worry yet..."
Salvatore was staring at the map, frowning and thinking for a long time.
Looking at his appearance, Annan's heart moved: "Do you have any ideas, senior?"
"...I have an idea, Don Juan."
Salvatore's expression was cautious, and he slowly said while recalling: "I seem... to have heard the teacher talk about a similar ritual before. But it was not related to the two false gods, but..."
He said and was silent for a while.
He stretched out his hand and pointed silently at the two residences in Notdam.
No. 44, Qingshui Street, close to Lord's Mansion in the West District.
No. 12 Rustwater Street juts out of the slums in the East District.
If you think of the commercial avenue in the middle as a mirror.
So within the circular Roseburg territory...the two residences are exactly symmetrical.
Then, Salvatore slowly asked.
"Don Juan, have you ever heard of... the name Michelangelo?"
After hearing Salvatore's words, Annan and Bishop Daryl looked at each other and remained silent without saying anything.
On the other side, Salvatore was still stroking the map, measuring the land with his fingers, and confirming something on the map.
He whispered: "The teacher once told me... almost five years ago, a very powerful wizard from the Principality of Winter held a forbidden ritual. His name was Michelangelo Buonaro.
, people call him the 'Eye of Delay'.
"Although he is only a great wizard of the golden rank, many great figures who have mastered their own truth must also respect Master Michelangelo."
"Because Master Michelangelo is particularly good at spells related to the elements of 'mirror' and 'time'.
"He can turn reality into a mirror, step into a past world that is symmetrical to the mirror of reality, and where time is synchronized but passes in reverse, and he can solidify and materialize one of the two worlds at any time.
"After he freezes time, people in the past cannot see him. And the attacks he caused in the past will all be synchronized, and the mirror images will be fed back to reality. Therefore, older wizards, as long as they know his abilities
, no one is willing to offend him..."
Having said this, Salvatore took a deep breath.
He said slowly: "But this master who controlled the time spell had a big problem during the forbidden ritual five years ago. He failed at the last moment... and unfortunately died."
At this moment, Annan blinked.
He vaguely realized something.
Annan looked at the fat bishop and said in a cold voice: "Meris Notedam, when did you die?"
"Two years ago. To be precise, two years and six months ago, maybe a few more days."
Bishop Daryl replied immediately.
As a priest, you must have an excellent memory. Otherwise, you may die inexplicably at an unknown time...
Salvatore turned around.
At that moment, Annan saw a hint of calmness and indifference, and a flash of confidence in the eyes of this always dull senior:
"——The exact time of death of Master Michelangelo was November 30, 1498.
"The current time is December 9, 1503 in the New Calendar.
"If the day when Melis Noterdam died in childbirth was a mirror...
"There is only a few days difference between now and the mirror time five years ago."
Salvatore said slowly: "And Mr. Noterdam also said...