Working Prophet

Seeing Herodotus approaching Reeves step by step, the high priest finally panicked. He shrank back and shouted, "You can't kill me! I am the high priest. Kill me. How can you tell other priests and believers Explain?!"

"On the contrary, only if you, teacher, die can you give an explanation to others. As you, teacher, said yourself, this time the church's collapse in Green Field requires a significant person to stand up and take responsibility." Herodo De said softly.

Perhaps because he felt the crisis, High Priest Reeves' attitude gradually softened and he changed his words, "I can take responsibility, as long as you don't kill me."

"But...if I don't kill you, teacher, with your connections and influence in the church, I'm afraid the person who will die will be me." Herodotus kept walking and had already cornered the old priest.

High Priest Reeves was really anxious now, and his legs began to tremble.

The older a person gets, the more afraid of death they become. What’s more, as one of the seven people who control the Silver Moon Church, High Priest Reeves stands at the top of the power and enjoys happiness every day that ordinary people can’t even imagine. I can't bear to die.

He had completely put down his previous airs and said in an almost pleading tone, "No, I can swear to Pisiya that I will never make things difficult for her again."

Seeing that Herodotus was indifferent, he played the emotional card again, "Do you still remember the first time we met? At that time, you had just reached my chest. The first time I saw you, I was sure that you would have something great in the future. A great achievement…”

"Teacher." Herodotus interrupted the old priest, "Whether you believe it or not, from my personal point of view, my gratitude to you is still greater than my resentment. As you said, I can Everything I am today is inseparable from your help. I became the high priest at the age of just over a hundred years old. Even if I am only responsible for managing the Guards and dealing with the darkness, it is enough to make many people envious."

"Then let the teacher live." Upon hearing this, High Priest Reeves also showed a hint of joy on his face, "The teacher can be your dog, and with my connections in the church, whatever you want to do in the future will be very easy. "

"But today's matter has nothing to do with personal grudges." Herodotus was a little disappointed. "It's already at this time. Teacher, why don't you believe that not everyone is as selfish as you? I'm just doing what I have to do." The thing is, it’s not that I want you to die, it’s that the goddess wants you to die!”

As Herodotus spoke, he had already waved the knife in his hand. However, in the face of death, the old priest also burst out with an unprecedented survival instinct, as if he was fifty years younger.

He leaned over and dodged the knife.

Herodotus's knife grazed his scalp and pierced into the wall, but only cut off a strand of white hair of the old priest. At the same time, High Priest Reeves also began to scream, calling to the guardian outside the door.

But no matter how loud he shouted, no one came in.

On the other side, Herodotus had already unhurriedly pulled out the knife again. The old priest wanted to escape again, but this time he was directly grabbed by his hair by his disciple.

High Priest Reeves screamed like a chicken waiting to be slaughtered, "You are lying, the goddess can't speak at all! She has never delivered an oracle to anyone! She doesn't care about earthly things at all! "

"Yes, she can speak, but you can't hear me, teacher." Herodotus said firmly, "But I can hear that she chose me to be the savior."

As the young priest spoke, he moved the knife to the throat of High Priest Reeves.

He was obviously doing the most bloody and violent things, but the expression on his face and the posture of his body revealed a sense of sacred ritual.

At the last moment of his life, the old priest seemed to have thought of something, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he lost his voice, "You, did you take the essence of the moon that controls the Guards and suck it yourself! That thing will make you produce Hallucination, but..."

Before High Priest Reeves could finish speaking, his throat had been cut, and blood flowed down the wound on his neck. He stretched out his hand to hold it down, but it was too late.

The old priest covered his neck and crawled for a short distance, and finally fell to the ground motionless, completely breathless.

Herodotus stood up, took out his handkerchief, wiped the blood off the knife, and then turned to look at the other side of the room.

The maid who had served High Priest Reeves had been standing there, witnessing everything that had just happened from beginning to end, but she did not make a sound or run away.

Herodotus nodded, "You're pretty good. What's your name?"

"Ruby."

"Ruby, High Priest Reeves is dead. Please follow me from now on."

Ruby immediately bowed and said, "Master, I will definitely serve you well in the future."

"No, no, I don't have the same hobby as a teacher." Herodotus shook his head and said, "Ruby, I need you to do something for me. I am surrounded by men who are good at killing people with swords and guns. OK, but you can’t do this kind of... detailed work. I want you to look after someone for me, and it’s best to become friends with her, a very, very good friend, can you do it?”

"Of course, I was taught what to do to please men since I was a child." Ruby puffed her chest out.

"Oh, you misunderstood. The friend I'm talking about is a woman, about the same age as you, and she used to be a maid like you. I think there should be something in common between the two of you."

"I also know how to please a woman."

"Perfect." Herodotus said, putting away the knife, "Do you have anything else to pack?"

"there is none left."

"Then go find something to wear, and let's get out of here."

After Herodotus finished speaking, he stepped over the body of his mentor and walked out of the house.

A group of black-armored cavalry there had knocked down all the guards and seized their weapons. Herodotus did not make things difficult for them, he just said to them.

"Because of what happened in Luye, the teacher felt ashamed to face the believers and church colleagues behind him, and wanted to die to apologize. Although I tried my best to dissuade him, the teacher had a strong temper and finally took advantage of my unpreparedness to make a choice. I tried my best, but I couldn't save him.

"The maid Ruby was also there at the time and was the main witness. I will take her back for a proper interrogation."

All the nurses looked at me and I looked at you, with expressions of shock and doubt on their faces, but in the end no one dared to say anything.

They have all experienced the power of those black-armored cavalry. One of them can beat three or four of them. Besides, the employer is dead, so there is no point in trying to perform now. In the end, they can only watch Herodotus and Ruby walks away.