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"I can't detect it, but if you want to do such a thing, the user must also pay a price. Changing the fate of others is a very serious matter, and only a very small number of existences and ritual environments under certain conditions have this Ability, their number is even rarer than the so-called 'gods'."

Julius found sufficient justification for his oversight.

"Like the place beneath our feet?" Clayton asked.

This time the wizard didn't want to waste any more words. He restrained his emotions and said impatiently:

"You dig something first and then talk about it."

Several consecutive conversations they had had exposed his weaknesses, and now he almost suspected that Clayton was making things difficult for him.

After all, it has not been confirmed whether they are really trapped in Gévaux.

Clayton continued to jump into the pit to work, but he did not give up the idea.

The object Francis used to forge his identity must have been given to him by Chud Osmar, which means that this place is actually the property of the Doomsday Seeker sect. If there was nothing here, the average person would not keep such a useless swamp in their hands.

The choice of Doomsday Seeker gave him confidence.

If the treasure Schmidt is pursuing originates from the legacy of the Dinon people and is related to fate, then it is likely to be related to the ancient Twin Gods of Destiny.

During the Silver Age, the White Religion emerged, and many of the old gods' beliefs began to scatter. Not only the religion of the Dinon people, but also the polytheistic religions in the eastern part of the continent were disbanded.

The church's explanation for these phenomena is that when people regain their true faith, the false gods dissipate into nothingness before the light of the true Creator.

And then, those great pioneers who received the light of enlightenment were slowly promoted to new altars.

The most famous god of wine, Harlem, was removed from the shrine, and the new god of medicine and wine was Socrachos; the names of many gods of war were taken away by the pioneer Talos, and there was only one god of war from Mount Sini to the southern Harold region. The patron saint of travelers has changed from the lightly armored Marin Frey to Saint Hyperion. Almost all types of faiths have substitutes provided by the White Religion. Only the Twin Gods of Destiny have no new gods to replace them after their disappearance. s position.

The Twin Gods of Destiny are a pair of sibling goddesses, one controls good luck and the other controls misfortune, so they are often printed on both sides of special coins by gamblers to predict good or bad luck.

To this day, these two goddesses still retain considerable influence in the art world.

If the things below have the power they left behind, then any strange things that happen can be reasonably explained.

Clayton chose to trust Donna's judgment for once.

"Are you ready?" Ace asked.

Robin Hood lowered his head, pushed his hat down, and at the same time eliminated his expression of fear and excitement. Then he raised his head and picked up the cross that had been stolen from the church recently. The end had been sharpened by them.

"Ready, boss."

"Me too, boss." Kit held a foul-smelling cloth package in his arms. It was covered with soil, making the original patterns on the cloth mottled.

He placed it in front of Ace, and no one expressed disgust.

They were in the animal pen now, and the smell couldn't be much better than this.

This is where the leatherworkers first attacked livestock, so there is nothing here. The original owners of the house and animal pens abandoned it early enough, and after the third attack, they decided to sell off their remaining assets and move to a newer location. Go to the city safely.

But the deal is still pending, no one is willing to pay for it, and no one is looking after it, so Detective Hook can use it as a venue for the conspiracy to start.

Kit raised his foot and kicked the package closer to Ace. Judging from the rancid smell emanating from this package, it probably had a close relationship with the cemetery, and this relationship was only severed not long ago.

This is indeed the case.

West corner 31, in the cemetery behind the church, which is where they dug it up.

It is illegal to open coffins and exhume corpses, but for these three people, this is not a big deal. They never respect the dead, and taking things from corpses is their way to make a fortune.

What they had to do today was just a little more profane than usual. Or a lot.

"Then the filthy beast," Ace said.

A sheep with a deformed face was brought to them, waiting for their orders.

Black Mass, this is the ceremony they are going to perform.

Summon demons to grant your wishes, that's what the Black Mass can do. But what they prepared was far from a complete ceremony. To increase the effectiveness of the ceremony, there are many participants with different specifications and identities that can play a role, which they cannot gather immediately. The actual ceremony also needs to be performed by the fallen priest himself to be effective.

But Detective Hook didn't really want to hold a complete ceremony, he just did it so that Padre Lewis would get the consequences he deserved.

To bring disrepute to a priesthood, all it took was for him to perform an extremely evil ritual and be discovered by everyone, but Louis would not do such a thing himself, so they had to do it for him.

The contamination of the church's cross, the traces of sacrilegious rituals, the leaving of Louis' personal belongings, false eyewitnesses, and a fabricated testimony were enough to make the priest's life in Gevaux hell.

Soon the fallen priesthood would be dragged from the church into the dungeon.

In order for their testimony to be credible, their ally Raven Lyle gave them a big gift.

The monster that caused a stir in the town not long ago - the head of the Leatherworker.

Ace doesn't know how they got this thing, but they can take it to the mayor to collect the reward, and at the same time deepen the local people's trust in themselves, and then their accusations against the priesthood will become more serious. Believable.

"Give me."

Ace held out his hand, and Robin Hood held the cross in both hands and handed it to him.

The three people present were all believers, but at this moment they all cleverly separated their faith and life.

Ace's hands held the two bars on the left and right of the cross, and he half-knelt in front of the putrid package on the ground. There was no compassion on his face, he just pursed his lips slightly, and then pressed the cross with both hands and stabbed it down like a sharp sword. .

As the end of the cross was squeezed hard, black water flowed out of the cloth bag, and the stench increased to a higher level again.

A thin slice half the size of a palm was washed down from the solidified soil by the liquid.

The photo shows a sleeping baby in the incomplete mud fence. The black handwriting left by the literate funeral expert is unemotionally marked next to it: "Dear Merry, the morning of May 4th will come, June 19th." The sun has left us.”

The second line is "The angel took a quick look at the human world."

Ace pressed down hard, and the Holy Cross finally pierced the "angel".

Shovel after shovel of dirt, Clayton gradually lost himself in the work.

The sounds on the ground gradually disappeared, and he could only hear his own breathing and the sound of the soil being loosened.

It wasn't until there was a crisp sound when the ax hit the ground that Clayton stopped from this numb repetitive work and had time to admire the masterpiece of his labor.

Nothing could be seen and he had dug very deep without realizing it.

He shook his head, and when he lowered his head, he could only see darkness. But just a few seconds ago, he seemed to be able to see this underground space clearly, and the grooves carved by each ax blade were clearly visible.

This seems to be an illusion created by extraordinary intuition and physical touch in a lightless environment.

The illusion dissipated as soon as he realized that there was no longer enough light for illumination.

Snap.

Several frozen pieces of dirt fell and hit Clayton's hat, making a heavy knocking sound.

He looked up and saw Julius's face appearing at the edge of the "well". The wizard squinted his eyes, as if he was trying to visually detect the depth of the "well", but failed, so he showed a disappointed expression.

"Any new discoveries?" the wizard asked.

Clayton raised his left hand and rubbed his neck, squinting at the outside of the well. His eyes, which had been working in the dark for a long time, did not find the light coming from the hole dazzling.

"Not yet, but now the depth of this pit should be equal to the final progress of those tomb robbers. If we don't go back at night, we will definitely dig out some unusual things. I can feel that there is something underneath, but I can't see not see."

Julius wrinkled his face and seemed to be hesitating, but he quickly got over it.

"You come up first."

"What's wrong?" Clayton asked doubtfully.

Julius looked at him steadily: "It's dark."

Wizards have no night vision.

This is the limitation of the mortal body. Clayton sighed, bent down and grabbed a handful from the pit, then climbed out along the slope,

The silhouette of a man crawling out of a pit in the dark night looks like a real beast crawling out of a wolf's den.

"What did you catch?" Julius asked as he squatted on the slope. After a closer look, he discovered that he was actually sitting on a rock. Clayton didn't know how long he had been doing nothing like this. Anyway, the joy of harvest suddenly cooled down. Come down.

"We'll find out in a moment, provided the moonlight is bright enough."

As Clayton spoke, he felt the thing in his hand. It was wrapped in a layer of clammy mud and looked like a cross. According to his experience, it has the characteristics of regular shape and balanced weight, so it is obviously an artificial object.

Just take it to the river and wash it, and it will reveal its true appearance.

But Julius obviously didn’t think the things unearthed from the mud could be very valuable.

He only glanced at the cross.

"I hope it can give us some guidance." He said this perfunctorily.

Clayton solemnly stuffed it into his pocket and prepared to go back to the river to find a boat, but the wizard gave a low shout to put him on guard.

"The runes I left behind have been touched, and someone is approaching us."

The werewolf held the long handle of the ax with his left hand and held the Mosquito Slayer in front of him.

"Probably people from the Salvation Army coming through here to get water from the river."

"Or maybe he's guarding this place." Julius said, finally believing Donna's point of view.

Because I cooked a dish, my wrist exploded again.