Uriel heard himself ask: "The priest said so?"
"I think so," the detective replied. "Andrew must have promised the church a price, but he didn't expect it to be so heavy. In order not to dedicate his daughters to God, he married them off. The monastery will not accept married people. woman."
Uriel didn't know how he felt. Andrew used children in exchange for becoming a mystery. This was only Agatha's speculation before, but now it has been confirmed; the church used the fire trial as a threat and did everything possible to seek more babies. After returning from the cemetery, he did not dare to think about the whereabouts of those children.
"But the contract doesn't end there." Miss Poirot glanced at the end of the long table and found that Hobson had already given up struggling.
She sighed and said: "Later, when Andrew was preparing everything, Lady Bertha became pregnant. The divine shepherds came to the door and asked the Verner family to fulfill their promise. This time they had no choice."
"Why does the church need so many children?" Wittek didn't understand. "One is enough to kill, and now there are a group of them. Could it be that the priests have nothing to do all day long and are busy changing diapers for babies?"
There were people to look after the children, those women... or rather girls. Uriel thought silently in his mind.
"The Church is but a platform, and such a transaction cannot involve everyone. In any case, Andrew and Bertha dedicated their fifth child to the goddess. I cannot tell whether it was him or her. Then Mr. Verner He just entered the Tower of Sky and became a member of the Logistics Department with his wife." Agatha told the secrets of the Verner family. Opposite her, the gambler locked in his chair had an expressionless face.
"That vampire girl..."
"...just a marked warning sign."
Needless to say, Andrew Verner had no favorable impressions of this blood-sucking race. He kidnapped a child from the church and sent it to the home of a vampire profiteer. He just wanted to tell the other person that he had information about vampires and tobacco smuggling. He didn't even know anything about the church's business. It turned out that Gardner Reynolds responded to the threat more decisively than he thought... He killed the child and disappeared, thus evading the pursuit of the church.
The girl did nothing but lost her life due to the storm outside the church. Uriel's mouth was dry. At this moment, he missed the hot tea at Mr. Eze's house very much.
"The church...what role does the church play here?" Witke couldn't help but ask.
What else could there be? Intermediaries in human trafficking, finishers who cover up the truth, and even umbrellas for illegal trade such as tobacco smuggling. "They don't play anything, they're directors," he replied.
"But didn't you find out that the church is investigating the vampires and Sovero's potion?"
"The tragedy at Hardy Manor happened only after they found out who was behind the scenes." The detective said, "There is someone who knows the details better than me on this matter." She kept staring at the end of the long table.
The gambler grinned. His exposed teeth were crooked and covered with dark spots from years of smoking.
"Dunbar Fielding is responsible for dealing with the magicians and crusaders," he said, "and I help find channels."
The detective raised his arms and touched his chin. "You work with Father Fielding?"
"That's how it is in Brumnot."
"I guess it was your sister's incident that inspired you."
"You might as well say she gave me a chance." Hobson knew that there was no possibility of escape today. The apprentice tried to understand his psychology and realized that his only wish now was to bring the church down. "Father Fielding manages the church charity home. He handles the trivial matters of transferring and adopting babies with his devout faith. 'No one knows the true meaning of kindness and love better than him.' Perhaps in front of Gaia, Bertha would have said the same thing. So I went to the merciful shepherd, hoping to get something from him other than indulgences." He smiled sarcastically. "Eventually, he was impressed by me."
"How long have you been working together?"
"After coming to Bloomnot, I met two traders in Dead End Alley and made a fortune from them." This was probably at the gambling table. "There were not many Crusaders stationed in the Church in the Clouds, and some of them coveted the children of the Charity House. Later I approached the door of the church... Father Dunbar Fielding promised to let me contact the next home for him, because he was convinced that I will announce what happened to the Verner family that year. Unless he agrees to share half of my profits."
Now Andrew and Bertha are both members of the Tower, and they are unwilling to say more due to the agreement. Hobson has no such concerns. He didn't care about the situation of the Verner family. He never considered Bertha as a blood relative. There are three demons hiding in the Sheriff's Department now, Uriel thought, but none of them has Hobson's ruthless demonic nature. His heart was as dark as night.
"Dead End Alley," Agatha said slowly. "Soon it won't exist anymore."
Sheriff Picol couldn't help but glance at her.
"I don't want to know more about the disgusting transaction between you for the time being." The detective lady said quietly. "The partnership between you and Father Fielding broke down recently, right? Andrew Furner doesn't know about your work. He just thought you had an enemy."
"It's all Gardner Reynolds's fault!" the gambler suddenly became angry. "It's his fault. He ruined everything! How could I be stupid enough to trust this big mosquito? This bastard sold me a new kind of tobacco. So that I can supply him alone. For the love of the gods, gentlemen, you have got the right man. I admit I am no good, but when it comes to serious sins, I am not as good as old Gardner. ...If you punish the world according to the scriptures, he will have two more nooses around his neck than others!"
"Father Fielding discovered your treachery?"
He replied bitterly: "We signed a contract... As long as I violate it, I can no longer threaten him with my niece's affairs. Fielding wants to find a partner who is easy to control, but unfortunately I do not meet the conditions. Gard Having my handle is a godsend for him." The gambler turned his eyes with resentment.
"Father Fielding sent someone to trouble you?"
"First this bastard." Hobson looked at Wittek, and the bald Sheriff stared back. Xia Zuo's innocence has been tested by the truth potion, and he knows nothing about Father Fielding's private actions. "Then there's the Whistle Gang again."
"So you killed Bowman?" the detective taunted.
A roar of laughter burst out of his throat. "You asked Andrew," said the gambler, "don't you still know the murderer?"
There was silence. Agatha nodded. "Then let's continue this story..."
"Wait." Uriel couldn't help but stop. He didn't understand why the detective lady was still telling the truth. "Who killed Bowman?"
"You really want to know?"
nonsense. "I can't know?" he asked. Does the answer involve some major secret of the Public Security Bureau?
"Think for yourself. This is definitely easier than the short-answer questions on astrological interpretation. You must have figured it out...as long as you eliminate the excessive subjective assumptions. I think you must realize the answer yourself. Otherwise, Uriel, you will hate me. "
I won't hate anyone. Uriel understood his weakness from the beginning. He had longed deeply for the death of the necromancer Newell, who had killed Cecilia. The apprentice loved her with all his heart then, and still does to this day. However, after the girl died, his only thought was to go with her. Later, at the Moon Ceremony, Uriel also knew that he would not be able to gain pleasure from the death of Ms. Aurora.
Even a monastery...
The population trade that has been banned repeatedly and even rampantly on the continent of Binyaio is not a specialty of the church branch. As long as there are poor people who cannot feed their children, there will be street children wandering the streets. Among them, the lucky ones are free, but the unfortunate ones have no choice but to drift with the world's malice. Uriel was raised by nuns and protected by the goddess until he was fourteen years old. Therefore, no matter what crazy bastard things a cleric has done, he does not think he has the right to resent the church.
I will maintain its dignity, Uriel wanted to hold the hilt of the sword, as if Father Fielding's money-grubbing hypocritical face was under his blade. But he was sure that he would resist the urge to lay his hands down... and that he would display them on the cross as he had promised. There is also a tombstone recording the truth. A fire of anger grew in his heart. I swear to Gaia I will. For I am His knight.
Joey cast a cold gaze quietly. "Not a churchman," he reminded, "nor Andrew Furner." This statement confused Hobson not only the apprentice.
"What the hell are you talking about?" The gamblers who did not participate in the interrogation looked at everyone suspiciously. "Isn't the answer obvious? Who else could it be but Andrew, huh?" Everyone responded to him quietly. Gradually, he opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
Oh my god. Suddenly, a terrible thought came into my mind. Uriel held his breath for a moment, then took a deep breath. He was shivering with cold.
"It was Lady Bertha. Bertha Verner killed Bowman."
In his heart, some kind of belief finally collapsed.
Hobson glared at everyone. "Her? She can't even swat a mosquito to death. You have no idea how stupid that woman is." The gambler yelled. The iron ring on his body flashed. "It must be Andrew Furner, he can do this kind of thing!"
Agatha seemed to sigh. "Wrong." Her expression was extremely serious, and her words were full of unquestionable power... As if that slight sigh was Uriel's illusion: "It was seven days ago. Bowman came to collect debts for the first time. Since that day, He never came home."
"Seven days?" This time is not right at all.
"Bowman has been dead for a week, and he may have been pretending to appear before. The actor deceived the eyes of the vampire Gardner... but his ability to read made him exposed. After leaving Dead End Alley, he went straight to Church, hang the body of the true owner of this identity from the rafters.”
The detective paused. "Later, in order to fulfill the agreement, he went to Hardy Manor to join his companions."
If you like Floating Cloud Train, please collect it: () Floating Cloud Train updates the fastest.
