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Louis stood frozen by the closed door, just as Clayton Bello and his niece had last seen before closing the door.

Nothingness, all he could feel was nothingness.

The news about the Darkin was like a rising tide on the seashore, covering the sand in his thoughts.

The news of Sevan's death came a week ago. Sevan's remains were found. He should have been happy, because at least he could hold a believer's funeral for the child, but he couldn't be happy. To be precise, he felt nothing.

The whole world seemed to be quiet.

Louis stood at the door, looking at the door in confusion.

Made of ash wood with black paint on the surface, this door has been opened and closed every day for the past forty years. Starting from the age of twenty-five, he would open the door here during the day and walk to the church in the morning light. Finish the day's work, rain or shine.

His status as a monk in black meant that he could not find a woman to marry and have a child of his own like ordinary people, but he did not feel lonely either.

Like the chaste nuns and sisters in the church, abstinence is a matter of course for the black monk, and this is the path he has chosen.

He thought that he was destined to devote his whole life to God until death.

Until one day, he saw the boy wandering on the street on his way to the city. At that time, the child was eating rusks left by a painter on the street. His messy brown hair, face blackened by soot, and dirty and thin hands and feet were pitiful.

Factories in the city are always short of workers, but orphans as young as six or seven are not welcome because they have basically no ability to work.

Out of pity, Louis took him back to Gevaux.

Most people here don't have much money, but they still have plenty of food. It's not difficult to feed a kid. At the same time, he is actively looking for new parents who are willing to adopt him.

He failed.

There is no shortage of children here, and with this child's ability, it would be too early for him to be an apprentice.

Louis had to adopt him himself and give him a new name.

Sevan.

The priest's parents were very happy that he could do this, because the black monk could not marry and have children. If he had an adopted son, he would be able to experience more complete mortal happiness. His brothers were fine with it—as long as it didn't involve their money.

Louis certainly didn't need anyone else's help.

Firstly, his salary is more than enough to support two people; secondly, although this child is still young, he is sensible enough and will not cause trouble everywhere.

While teaching Sevan, he began to feel a pleasant emotion.

Sevan is really smart and can learn any knowledge very quickly. He can quickly memorize even the most obscure sentences in the holy scriptures and write them down silently after reading them several times. Even if he was taught only occasionally at home, he would learn faster than a kid in a grammar school.

Such extraordinary talent made Louis couldn't help but suspect that he was a gift from his heavenly Father to his loyal servant.

He took care of the child wholeheartedly and regarded Sevan as his own son. As the days passed, his parents died without any illness. The brother sold the inheritance and moved to the city. The picked-up child grew from a toddler to a teenager. Everything happened. It seems like things have changed, but they haven’t.

Louis is not yet old, but Sevan has grown rapidly, from a child who needs care to a person who can take care of others.

Under the wholehearted teaching of his adoptive father, the boy naturally grew into a lovable guy. During the day, he opened the door with Louis and went to help in the church. While working as a scribe, he also learned the knowledge contained in the church's books. In the afternoon, he would be back earlier than Louis so he could prepare dinner for his adoptive father.

Jeweler Laurence's son Danny occasionally comes here to see him, as does the Lacks daughter Adelaide.

When these two people flashed through his mind, Louis had no hatred. It was an emotion he had already passed, and the appearance of the two people also faded in his memory and became irrelevant.

Louis only remembers that child.

Sevan walked in and out of this door, sunrise and sunset. His face changed again over time, and hair began to grow on his lips, changing from a boy to a young man.

Around this time, he began to have some different opinions from Louis, but Louis always ignored them. In his memory, this unpleasant time passed so quickly that he had no time to react and get angry.

Sevan's clothes were still hanging at the door. Louis always felt that he would come back, avoid himself and take away his favorite coat again, and then elope with Adelaide, but Louis would not stop him this time. .

By the time the young couple had a child, Sevan would still return to seek his adoptive father's missing blessing.

Louis knew this.

Boom.

It seemed like someone was knocking on the door, and there was a whistling sound in the crack of the door.

Louis seemed to see the young man coming back again. He was waiting behind the door, with a quiet smile under his short brown hair. After opening the door, he waved to him and wanted to sit by the fire, like in the past. There might be his alien wife with dark green hair standing next to him, but no one cared about that.

The priest moved his stiff legs, stumbled towards the door, turned the doorknob, and looked over expectantly.

The door opened, it was dark outside, there was nothing, only the evening breeze was blowing, and it was the wind knocking on the door.

He looked back and saw that the room was also dark. The oil lamp had been extinguished long ago. He didn't know how long he had been standing at the door. The light was just an illusion.

Louis suddenly woke up from his memories, endless fear and grief poured into the room along the night. After learning about Sevan's death, his stiff heart began to soften, and the mountains of emotions that had been forgotten and subconsciously ignored resurrected in his mind. .

He felt extremely heartbroken and wanted to scream but couldn't make a sound. He grabbed the clothes on his chest and tore them apart with all his strength, but he didn't feel any better. The pain seemed boundless and eventually he fell to the ground.

The miracle is gone.

The next morning, the mayor’s house.

A hideous monster head was placed on the table.

It looked like a human, but it was two times larger than the average human head, and its skin was pale and without any hair.

This is the Leatherworker's head.

"You mean Padre Louis celebrated the Black Mass? That he made the Leatherworker?"

Mayor Jeffrey looked at the Hook detectives with a headache. They sent the leatherworker's head and solved the town's long-standing serious problem, but the new news that followed created a greater impact. force.

More bad news.

This Mr. Kitt accuses the Reverend Lewis of sacrilege.

The mayor had to confirm the other party's point of view again and again: "This is a very serious accusation. Louis has served us in the church of this town for more than ten years and has always been polite to others. Are you sure you have seen the truth?"

"I'm not entirely sure, but it looks like something Black Mass would prepare."

Rabbit Ace looked serious and swore to the sky: "I swear in the name of Heavenly Father, my companion did see him walking down the street to a secluded yard last night with a dead baby in his arms, and then penetrated it with his cross. Corpses. And sinful behavior can summon demons, and everyone knows this."

Kit also raised his hand and vouched for his testimony with the same oath.

The mayor began to feel a headache: "Then why didn't you come to me last night?"

Ace looked embarrassed, and Robin Hood pressed his hat to his chest sadly and spoke on his behalf: "We didn't find out that it was a dead baby last night. We found something wrong when we took a walk today. Not only was there a dead baby in that courtyard, but there was also a dead baby. The deformed sheep were obviously the 'unclean beasts' required for the legendary Black Mass. We asked people around us and found out that the owner of this courtyard had moved away. Perhaps Priest Louis planned to use it to practice black magic. The venue. And the body. Who can get it easier than a person who guards the body?"

Hearing what he said, Mayor Jeffrey hesitated.

Priest Lewis was an acquaintance of his and would not do such a thing. However, these strangers had also made great contributions to the town. They did not look like bad people. What they said was reasonable and well-founded, and they had previously talked to Priest Lewis. There was no grievance or grudge, and he couldn't think of any reason why they wanted to frame Louis.

This matter must be investigated.

If Louis did do such a thing, a second monster like the Leatherworker might show up, and the town would be in trouble.

The mayor sighed, and out of trust in the priesthood, his conclusion was still very euphemistic: "Okay, where is the courtyard with the dead baby? I will send someone to check. If the situation is true, then I will summon Louis , ask him about it,"

Ace told him the address, and then bowed deeply to him: "Mr. Jeffrey, thank you for your trust, but if you want to invite Louis over, he'd better prepare your weapons before setting off. And silver, to protect against those evil magics.”

"I see."

The mayor waved wearily, and the detectives bade him farewell and left the house.