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Land rents were falling, and Clayton knew it.

But he never thought that the situation was so serious that Cuitis had to make such a sacrifice, but she didn't ask him for help.

Clayton waved his hand angrily and made a sound like a blunt instrument breaking through the air: "Ridiculous! Does she think I am a stranger? Am I going to stand by while my brother's wife and daughter are in poverty? When you encounter difficulties, She never mentioned my name even once?!"

Behind him, Donna shrank back in fear, the elbow just scratched her face.

"I suggested to her that if we were short of money, maybe we could borrow some from you. After all, you have been funding us, but she didn't want to. This may be because you have had unpleasant experiences, and she has never been happy to mention you before."

"I knew she was still struggling with that!" Clayton yelled angrily, loud enough to wake up people in the houses on both sides of the street, and the dogs in those yards barked endlessly.

"Which thing?"

Donna asked Clayton, feeling like she was the only one left in the dark.

It seems that everyone knows about the conflict between Clayton and Tritis, but as someone who is not far from the center of the incident, she has no news at all.

She failed because she was born late.

"It's a small thing. I did everything I should do. Even if Ulun knew about it, he would just clap and applaud." Clayton waved his hand: "But that incident made her think that I was questioning her love for Ulun. , but that’s bullshit, it’s all bullshit. Like you, she sometimes overestimates herself. If she had seen that scene, maybe you wouldn’t be here now.”

Donna was not unhappy because of the derogatory words, she just asked: "So what is it?"

Clayton was walking faster and faster, and she had to take long strides to keep up.

"Your mother didn't tell you?"

"She wouldn't tell me anything."

"Then I won't say it either."

Donna's fear of werewolves was replaced by annoyance: "It's because you don't speak clearly that things will worsen step by step!"

Clayton was silent for a moment, and the frequency of his steps returned to normal.

"We will discuss this matter when we get back. Now that we are at the place, please don't take the initiative to speak for a while."

He stopped, facing the priesthood mansion where the windows were still shining with light, stepped up the steps and knocked on the door, and then waited for Louis to open the door.

Donna finally calmed down, but deep down she kept thinking about how to get her uncle to tell everything.

After a while, the door opened.

Louis looked out warily, and after seeing the two of them alone, he stepped aside and invited them in.

The priest's house was simpler than any house they had ever seen. The werewolf did not smell any smell of wine or tobacco here, but only the same scent of incense as in the church. Donna subconsciously looked at the location of the coat rack. There was a coat on it that didn't match Louis' size, and it looked like it had been dusted, but there was no one else here.

She thought about it and realized that it was a relic of the deceased.

"It's dinner time now, I don't remember inviting you. Why are you coming to see me so late?" Louis glanced at the girl, then turned to Clayton, his voice was tired and dull: "I don't think you brought any Do you have the habit of beating and killing your daughter?"

Clayton held his hat in his hand and pressed it against his chest to prevent the boredom of the priesthood from making him vomit.

"Never, don't worry. This child is a human with excessive curiosity. When we communicate, we can treat her as if she doesn't exist."

He did not bring up the matter of Sevan, otherwise the priest might become uneasy and lose interest in continuing the conversation. He just took out the cross dug out of the swamp and handed it to Louis.

The Priest took over the simple cross, with a flash of surprise in his eyes after seeing the numbers on the top of the cross.

"What do you want to know?"

"I wanted to know what this special cross represented. I knew it was not the usual cross used to pray and bless the dead. It was too simple."

Lewis didn't look at it anymore and handed it back to Clayton.

"This is a mourning cross, a blessing cross made for the unknown dead."

Clayton didn't answer: "What do the numbers above mean?"

"The number representing the deceased."

Louis stuffed the cross directly into his pocket and sat back at the dining table, where there was still an uneaten bowl of porridge. "It says 43, which means this is the 43rd unknown corpse that has been found. In the past, after plagues and wars, mourning crosses on the roadside would flourish like wild flowers."

"I found it in the swamp." Clayton took the initiative to mention it, because the priesthood was obviously not interested in this. If he didn't ask, the other party wouldn't ask questions. "Do you know what's down there? Could it be the treasure Mr. Schmidt mentioned?"

Louis looked at him confused.

"what do you want to say?"

"We suspect that the treasure Mr. Schmidt is pursuing contains some kind of ancient power that may reduce people's luck and impose curses on people without their knowledge."

"What about your parish records? The church was built not much later than the town was founded."

The priest nodded and acknowledged his statement: "We do have rumors of recorded treasures, but if the records are true, the treasure or the things considered to be treasures had been excavated long before the ancestors of the local residents decided to settle. ”

"How come other people don't know?" Clayton couldn't believe it.

"I think the church messenger at the time should have clarified this matter, but no one believed it because we really failed to provide evidence."

"Who dug up the treasure?"

"I have no idea."

"Everything was taken away?"

"I have no idea."

"What exactly is in the treasure? Are there some large ritual items that cannot be taken away? For example, an altar?"

Louis said patiently: "I don't know."

The priest repeated the same words over and over again in a tired tone, and Clayton's face twisted: "No one will believe that. But why is this church still built here? Without treasures, this place is worthless. It’s a wasteland! It’s not worthy of your fine stone religious building!”

This time Louis knew.

"The church is installed here to protect the remains of the saint. St. Mored, the great benefactor, is buried here."

Finally a familiar name.

Marlin Street, where Creighton lives, is located in St. Mored Parish in Sacha City, but he knew nothing about this white saint.

"Why is Saint Mored here? Is he also looking for the treasure?"

"I don't know." Louis said again, but this time he added: "There is no evidence that the saint dug up the treasure, but he did live in seclusion here a long time ago. Parish paper records It is recorded that he prevented the locals and brothers and sisters from the church from continuing to dig. He designated a piece of land as his own cemetery and did not allow others to remove his body. If he did this to hide what was buried underneath, then Maybe the rumored treasure is not actually a good thing."

"This Mourning Cross may have been made by a saint, and the so-called treasure is most likely just a barren grave after a disaster, with some evil power brewing underneath."

Clayton believed what he said.

In the era when Saint Mored lived, the power of the White Sect was so terrifying that it would be easy for a saint to use his own corpse to cover up another dimension hidden under the cemetery.

It seems that no one has actually discovered this treasure for many years because diggers have avoided this piece of land.

Anyone who dares to damage the tomb of a saint will be punished by burning at the stake, the maximum penalty set by the church.

Schmidt dared to break ground in this area because the church was in decline and the nobility had lost power. The craze for treasures has long since dissipated, and now he is the only one still paying attention to this land. Even the church people no longer maintain the saint's cemetery.

Clayton thought about what he saw in the swamp, and suddenly deduced another piece of bad news.

Most of St. Mored's remains have been dug up by tomb robbers. If those people were ignorant, they would probably regard the saint's remains as an ordinary swamp corpse. Men in Sasha City who suffer from hidden private diseases may be eating this saint in the near future.

Perhaps it was because the seal of the saint's remains on the things underneath was broken and some evil power was released, that they suffered misfortunes repeatedly on this land.

Compared with the news that he found Sevan's body, I didn't know which one was worse for Padre Louis.