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Before leaving, Barbara looked at Ian Lazarus one last time, traumatized by his pain.

But she won't let him go.

She told Ian: "Ian, I want you to swear not to tell your companions what we did and what happened when you were acting alone."

Without witnesses, this oath has no validity, and the vampire's ability is enough to control her descendants, but Barbara is still used to doing this. This is the last influence left by her past as a white believer.

Ian looked at her gloomily and swore an oath to his mistress with almost no hesitation.

It is true that he did not reveal the secret between them to the Hook detectives.

When he entered the detectives' makeshift home alone, their inquiries yielded no answers, but it was clear personally that something was not right about him.

Ian has lost the ability to breathe, his body is as cold as winter itself, and because of the new strength and perception difference of this body, the way he moves his eyes and the way he steps are completely different from his human self.

"Farewell, everyone, please tell my supervisor for me. I can't go back to the office. I resign."

These were Ian's last words to his fellow humans.

"Bullshit!" Ace said.

Ian Lazarus's brother is his good friend. If Ian is a girl, then her brother will definitely betroth her to this friend.

As for Ace, he would do the same thing if he had a sister.

In his opinion, Ian undoubtedly encountered some kind of demonic obstacle and was controlled by some weird things that played with people's hearts and witchcraft beyond ordinary people's knowledge, and this happened to be related to the last investigation of the young man.

Ian ends up investigating Padre Lewis.

So the situation is very clear.

He had to find a way to defeat Padre Lewis and return his little brother to normal.

That's why he showed up to the Salvation Army.

The assassination of Padre Louis might be discovered, and only by finding a way to discredit him first would Ace have a chance to kill him without consequences.

"What, do you want to join?" he asked, standing in the darkness.

Francis looked back again, but Chud Osmar and his servants did not know when they moved to a corner where they could hide themselves. His eyes searched for hints on their faces, and he quickly turned back.

"Sure, why not?"

Beside Chude, a Salvation Army member was surprised to see the evil smile that had only appeared in Francis's imagination.

He was small and ugly, like an ape, but utterly terrifying.

The guy who was lucky enough to see this sincere smile finally decided not to mention the matter to others after thinking for a short time, but to hide this smile in his heart.

"It's funny, Kuok, do you remember it?" Chud Osmar asked, stroking the back of his right hand, but the latter only showed a confused look. "When the priest made an agreement with us, he only mentioned the townspeople and a few outsiders, but he didn't mention himself. You see, now is our chance. When he dies, what will the agreement mean? ? I have to say, this is fate taking pity on us!" He emphasized with emphasis.

But Kuo Ke said "hmm" without interest and turned around, not even bothering to give him a look. It was obvious that he lacked the fundamental motivation to deal with those foreigners.

Chu De's smile disappeared. He stared at Kuo Ke's side face for a while, and then looked at the guests without emotion.

In the alchemy room behind the church, Priest Louis was preparing embalming medicine for the new body.

His position is still that of a priest, and he is not qualified to perform the rites of burial for the corpse. Even if he has mastered the miracle, this is not known to the bishop after all, so it does not hinder the content of his work.

Louis was familiar with this kind of work, but this was the first time he faced someone he had killed with his own hands.

Lawrence and the Weir brothers are all behind the garden. Yesterday, after Clayton Bello left, Lawrence's wife brought his cleaned body. Although several other people have no family members, they are still in the town. There are some kind-hearted people who are willing to help, and the coffin is provided free of charge by the owner of the coffin shop - the worst quality, but the deceased may not care much about these external items.

These pale faces wiped away the blood and soothed the fear, as if sleeping in the dark coffin. Gorgeous herb flowers guard the coffins, making them appear extremely sacred.

Louis put down the potion and stood beside the coffin and prayed silently for them.

Somehow, when Lawrence died, his compassion became active again,

When his eyes passed over these corpses, his breathing slowed down involuntarily, and then he felt nauseated. He could hardly believe that he had done all this.

He began to feel pain, and this resurgence of emotion began to make him reflect on everything he had done recently.

A follower of the Gospel is not allowed to disarm, and he violates the injunction not to harm the Father's creation and is tantamount to apostasy. Yes, no one discovers this, but Heavenly Father looks at every soul and He Himself knows this truth.

Louis is already a guilty man.

Danny killed his son, but no matter what, Lawrence should not be on his revenge list. Lawrence had nothing to do with it.

He still can't figure out the reason why he killed Lawrence. He just wanted to do it. No matter whether it made sense or not, it seemed that doing so would really make him feel better.

Then came the Weir family members, and he and a dark descendant killed them.

Evangelical doctrine does not require them to be hostile to darkspawn, but doing so is obviously inconsistent with what is usually advocated within the church.

Louis had no grievances against them, but he killed them for what he thought was beneficial. Although this seemed to be good for the stability of the town, who said there was no other way to avoid bloodshed?

He should have thought of it, but he hadn't thought about it that way.

The dead listened to his confession with their eyes closed.

Listen to the confession of a priest who has mastered miracles.

Yes, even though he had committed all kinds of evil deeds, miracles still happened to him.

Does the miracle mean there is nothing wrong with his actions? Louis was also thinking about this issue. He suddenly recalled the words of a monk from another sect: "The original intention of the establishment of the church is just to let mortals understand their own insignificance and the greatness of God. This has nothing to do with good or evil. To guide the world Morality is a duty assigned to the priesthood by the pioneers.”

He thought this statement was heresy at the time, but now it seems that this statement is correct.

Yes, if the existence of miracles has nothing to do with good or evil, then his ability to master miracles is certainly not an accident.

Gods do not need morality, and there is nothing that can restrain God, because He created everything, and when you see the light of His revelation, there will naturally be no threshold for good and evil. This is really a truth, but how much Lewis hopes that miracles will never come from him. disappear from his body to refute this "truth".

He turned over his palm, white light emerged from his palm, the miracle still existed.

The work had to continue. With a heavy heart, he put down his hands, took off the clothes of the corpse, and sprayed antiseptic chemicals on it.

Before this step, Mesri's priests would cut open the deceased's abdomen, take out the perishable internal organs, then use iron hooks and spoons to insert into the nostrils, scrape out the watery brains, and fill the body cavity with a large amount of spices. Absorbing the water, this will prevent the inside of the corpse from decaying, and it can be preserved in the local dry climate for thousands of years.

Louis did not need to perform so many steps. Donne did not have the custom of forcing the corpse to remain incorruptible. He just wanted the corpse to remain intact until the priest returned to conduct the formal funeral. There was no need to worry about the internal decay of the corpse.

He recited scriptures in a low voice and spread the tan potion on the skin of the deceased.

First it was Lawrence, then the three Weir brothers. After applying antiseptic liquid, he put on clothes for them, and the deceased lay quietly in the coffin, as if nothing had changed.

Louis was still holding the pot, feeling lost in his heart.

He knew there was another dead person.

Ian Lazarus - the young man who tracked down the Dark One and found him. He killed him just to come back and do a meaningless thing. The purpose was just not to let the other party hinder him.

The young man's body should now be devoured by wild beasts in the wilderness.

He believed in Louis' priesthood and the goodness represented by miracles, just like Louis once did, but what did Louis do?

He took advantage of the young man's trust and killed him with the weapon he kindly lent to him.

Louis almost suffocated at the thought of this.

He couldn't believe that he had done something so evil on impulse and yet he felt no regrets.

But if the other party is not dead at this moment, but stands here alive and accuses him of what he did, he will never deny it, because he believes that his mission has been completed, and no matter what kind of punishment he encounters, he deserves it.

Louis did not return to the alchemy room to rest. He quietly looked at the dead, especially Lawrence. After some thought, he took out a blood-stained blue handkerchief from his pocket. He gently raised Lawrence's peacefully crossed hands, preparing to put the handkerchief underneath.

This is Danny's relic, and Adelaide Lux uses it to prove his revenge.

Now that everything is done, there is no need for him to keep this thing anymore. Perhaps it should go to the owner's father so that the old man's last wish can be fulfilled.

The midday sun shines on the medicine garden, and a little golden light shines from the handkerchief.

Lewis almost thought he had seen it wrong, but the flash became more and more dazzling as the angle changed.

He briefly put down the deceased's hand and brought the handkerchief back to his eyes for a closer look. A thin, short hair was stuck in the fabric.

The chestnut hair shines golden in the sun.

The color was familiar, and when Louis began to recall how it made him feel, his memory immediately rummaged through recent encounters for the answer.

Chud Osmar.

Only his hair is this color.