Apostle of Cthulhu

The next morning, when Si Wei was about to go out for breakfast with Norris, Kayo stopped him at the door.

Kayo first took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out a cigarette and handed it to Norris.

Norris took a look at the brand of the cigarette and shook his head, "I have a unique taste and only smoke that brand of cigarettes."

"It doesn't matter," Kayo didn't feel embarrassed, just put it in his mouth and lit the cigarette, "Si Wei, a letter was sent from the Holy Cross Church this morning, saying it was for you, you take it."

As he said, he took out the platinum-plated envelope from the drawer of the reception desk, and the recipient on it was indeed Si Wei's name.

Even if he didn't look at the contents of the envelope, Si Wei knew that it must have been sent by Augustan, because in the Holy Cross Church, except for him, there would be no other person who would send him a letter.

Taking the envelope, Si Wei opened it, took out the letter paper, and presented the contents to Norris.

The meaning is very simple, that is, at a specific time today, Augustan hopes to meet Siwei somewhere. This place will definitely not be the Holy Cross Church. Once a dispute occurs in the church, someone will definitely notice the problem.

Sutton's current residence is near the Holy Cross Church. Augustan doesn't think he can have a conflict with Siwei under the eyes of this resolution officer.

So, he specially chose a place where there are not many people.

Or in other words, it is the gang territory that has been cleared by the guards a few weeks ago.

There will be no guards stationed in the gang territory that has been cleared. After all, the police department is a little insufficient now, and there will definitely be no extra police force to wait in those places.

Other gang members will definitely not return to those areas in a short time. After all... it is not particularly auspicious.

The only people who may enter those gang territories during this period of time are homeless people and petty thieves. Even if they see a conflict between him and Siwei, no one will believe it even if they tell others.

This is simply the perfect place.

"Siwei, what's wrong with you?" Kayo didn't know much about Siwei's identity. He only knew that he was very efficient and saved Janian from the hands of the resolution officer. The rest was basically a blank sheet of paper.

In his memory, no civilian had ever received a letter from the Cross Church. Those who could receive similar letters were basically earls.

After Siwei confirmed that Norris had read the contents of the letter, he folded it and put it in his pocket, and then replied: "Don't worry, it's okay. In my opinion, this kind of correspondence is already very common."

Speaking of correspondence, Siwei was a little concerned about his friend in the Wallis area. He said that he would send letters after he was safe, but there was no news.

I don't know what his ending was.

Kayo could only believe what Si Wei said, "Well, if you have any difficulties, you must tell me. I don't want me to be unable to do anything after Janian's benefactor encounters trouble."

"Okay, no problem." Si Wei answered a little perfunctorily, "Once I encounter a problem that I can't handle, I will definitely seek your help."

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"Wait...wait! Please don't kill me!" The man with blood all over his face and a look of fear in his expression retreated frantically behind the door. In his sight, the woman with a hand axe has turned into something more terrifying than anything in the world!

This is the hiding place of the Pantheist believers revealed by the preacher. Bai Fuli didn't know this. When she just walked in, the Pantheist believers had already recognized Bai Fuli's identity and started to resist without saying a word.

At first, Bai Fuli was still curious. These people were obviously just pirates, but why most of them were missionaries.

But in the end, she didn't care about this problem anymore. The other party was determined to kill her. If she couldn't do it, how could she sit in the current position?

Moreover, as missionaries, the strength of these people is generally at the second or third node. In front of Bai Fuli, who has the power of the Judge, they are just like fish lying on the chopping board.

"Don't kill you?" Bai Fuli had no expression on her face, but the blood of the Pantheist believers covered most of her face, which looked particularly weird and terrifying. "Before you acted, did you ever think... not to kill the person in front of you?

"Since you all acted with the mentality of killing me, I certainly can't let you down. "

The hand axe in his hand gently touched the face of the terrified believer. The alien characters on the hand axe shone with a strange light, as if he enjoyed the blood of this group of people.

The coldness of the axe blade and the heat of the blood stimulated the believers' senses at the same time. The narrow and dim room was filled with a fishy smell. Those who had died were lying on the ground with their eyes wide open, extremely hideous.

A small number of people here were directly scared to death.

Because some people were absorbed by the preacher after preaching, and before they remembered to see the darkest side of the world, they were scared half to death by the scene of Bai Fuli's disregard for human life.

"No...wait...please..."

He didn't have time to finish his last words before his neck was cut by the hand axe. Baifuli shook off the blood on her hand axe, took out a handkerchief from her pocket, and began to wipe the blood on her skin.

The alien text on the hand axe gradually lost its previous luster. Baifuli moved her neck, but suddenly felt that she seemed to have kicked something.

She frowned and bent down, only to find that a corner of the wooden floor was lifted up.

It seemed that because of the violent impact, the other side was sunken and this side was lifted up, but the body that caused the impact... was not nearby.

Baifuli was a little curious, so she used the hand axe to lift up the rectangular floor directly.

Under the floor, there was a diary.

Another diary.

Si Wei also had a collection of essays belonging to Curtis Brandt in his arms. He hadn't had time to study the next page of that book. At this time, Baifuli got another diary.

She lifted up a few pieces of floor next to her and took out the diary.

This diary belongs to Augustan, and records his life that has lasted for hundreds of years!

That's right, Augustan has lived for hundreds of years. For missionaries, as long as they have the power of grace, life span is not something they need to care about. Generally speaking, they will live more than ten years longer than normal people.

But Augustan has lived for hundreds of years, which must be related to the Vandillo Tree!

And in this diary that roughly records the more important stages of his hundreds of years, there are some extremely important information about the Vandillo Tree!