hunter rule

Twilight church.

It's humid.

The weather outside today is extremely humid.

In the bathroom, Zhao Guangli wiped the fog off the mirror with his fingers.

"Su Lin, do you know that person?"

Zhao Guangli asked softly in front of the mirror, as if talking to himself.

"No, I have definitely never seen him."

Su Lindi answered quickly and categorically, with confusion appearing on her delicate face: "Never."

"Matthew Krell, the only priest of the Dusk Church and the ruler of the Dark Order, still knows your name."

"Is it possible that he knew in advance whose mansion this was and deliberately named it..."

Su Lin shook his head.

"No, if that's the case, he won't know that I'm from the Su clan."

"This house belongs to me personally. Even my family members don't know it. Sixteen years ago, I only told a few people."

Su Lin stuck out his little head and looked at the ajar door: "He knows that I am from the Su clan."

Zhao Guangli took two breaths, opened the door, and walked out of the bathroom.

Twilight Church myself and Yuan Qingci have been here before, so it’s not that big in the first place.

Walking inside the church, Trevithick was praying seriously to the flame statue with a bird's nest head on his head.

Hearing Zhao Guangli's footsteps, Trevithick turned his head: "Zhao Guangli!"

"You are……"

Zhao Guangli was a little strange.

"I'm praying." Bird Nest Head waved his hand seriously: "My father told me that gods exist, and there is no harm in worshiping more."

Zhao Guangli didn't know what to say. He didn't see Mathieu here.

The scenery outside the window has dimmed.

The light rain that stopped returned again.

And there is already a trend of restoration.

There was thunder outside the window, and occasionally a white light flashed, reflected in the stained glass.

The sound of wind and rain made the cold church become more breathtaking.

Cold and weird.

This was Zhao Guangli's idea. He already wanted to sneak away while Mathieu was away.

But the idea quickly died down.

At this time, the church door opened a small crack.

Matthew walked gently into the church, holding a brazier in his left hand.

"This is the first time I feel so cold in October. It should be better if I try this."

Mathieu lifted the brazier between the two of them.

His handsome face was illuminated by flames.

Zhao Guangli looked at the pastor's face.

That was a handsome and simple face. If he hadn't seen him fighting, Zhao Guangli would only think that he was an ordinary citizen.

"What's wrong, you look at me like this."

Matthewt laughed, and instead of sitting on the church bench, he brought a small wooden stool from a distance, placed it next to the brazier, and sat down.

"Mr. Mathieu, are you...the ruler of the Dark Order?"

Zhao Guangli hesitated for a moment and asked in a deep voice.

"Yes, it's true." Mathieu replied calmly.

"What is the Dark Order?" Trevithick interjected.

Matthewt turned his head and said gently: "Mr. Trevithick, I have also prepared a brazier in the kitchen."

Bird's Nest Head scratched his head, not knowing what it meant.

Mathieu sighed: "I have some words to say to him alone...I'm sorry."

Trevithick just woke up from a dream at this moment: "Ah, ah, I'm sorry!"

Randomly, he scratched his head strangely and looked back at the two of them as he walked.

After about a minute, Matthew said: "What's wrong? It doesn't look like it?"

Zhao Guangli did not answer.

"You asked me before if it was necessary for the Dark Order to exist. I mean... yes."

"After all, I am the dominant one."

Mathieu looked at the burning coals in the brazier: "This is a normal thing. I want to find a high-sounding reason for what I do, so that every time I kill someone, I will feel better."

"Although I am sick, anti-human, and abnormal... I am a good person."

Mathieu smiled self-deprecatingly: "Isn't it too stupid to say this?"

Zhao Guangli looked at Mathieu's expression: "It doesn't look like it now, but it looked very similar during the battle."

"I have seen a ruler who has the same aura as you."

Mathieu was a little curious: "What kind of person is that?"

"Haven't you seen it?"

Zhao Guangli asked tentatively.

This Matthewt still gives me a strange feeling.

"The rulers actually don't meet each other. Even I have only met half of them."

"One and a half?"

"A boy with white hair who seems to be younger than you."

"The other half is from before... the person you call the Blood Demon is currently the preparatory ruler of the Dark Order."

Matthew said helplessly.

Zhao Guangli did not speak at this moment.

He is thinking hard.

That blood demon is also from the Dark Order?

"Zhao Guangli, you still have doubts about my identity. This is normal. I don't like the Dark Order, but..."

Matthew's face was warm: "I am deeply involved in it. This is ironic, but it is a true portrayal of me."

"You need to know that I am human."

"Matthew Krell is a human being. This is enough, even if I am a member of the Dark Order."

The scene fell into a long silence.

"good."

Zhao Guangli said: "The next question is next."

"Do you know Su Lin?"

"I don't know."

Matthewt said.

"That……"

"Someone knows her." Mathewt said: "From the first day you entered Sulin's house, she has been known to others."

"Is he from the Su clan?"

At this moment, Zhao Guangli asked the question that Su Lin desperately wanted to ask.

"Su clan..." Mathieu fell silent: "You are indeed related to Su Lin."

"Where is Su Clan now?"

Zhao Guangli asked again.

The flames burned, and shadows swayed back and forth on their faces.

"Su Clan is gone."

"No...no more..."

Su Lin's voice trembled in Zhao Guangli's ears: "What do you mean!"

"ask!"

"Ask quickly!"

"What's the meaning!"

Mathieu stretched out his hand, shook it, and said calmly: "To put it simply, in the current human center, there is no aristocrat named Su Clan."

"This name has been erased in the long river of history. Only a few people know that the entire Su family, including another group of nobles, are all dead."

"Died in the great purge called [Ten Days of Judgment]. It was the most serious reshuffle of the nobility so far."

Zhao Guangli's eyes were a little dazed.

He could feel the trembling coming from the depths of Sulin's soul.

"The ten days of judgment..."

Mathieu's voice had a melancholic temperament, and he placed his hand on the fire pot, as if this was the only way he could feel some warm emotions.

"I don't know exactly what happened. The content about the Ten Days of Judgment has been erased by the nobles currently in power, and there is no existing information."

Zhao Guangli looked at Mathieu: "Then how do you know."

"Don't be impatient, just listen to me...the original story."