"Anyway, I am a dying person..."
In the gloomy and dark prison, Philip tremblingly picked up the gold pound certificate on the table. As if he had made up his mind, he nodded heavily: "Tell me, what do you want me to do? Help you kill someone?"
"Someone will come looking for you in the next few days."
Mavey stood up and walked towards the door. Behind him, Philip suddenly said: "Please be kind to my daughter, Father."
"The goddess witnesses everything. In front of her, deception and lies have no escape, and truth is supreme."
Leaving the cell, Mavi pulled out a list.
Philip Green
Brooke Gale
Arlyn Byrne
Raising their hands to cross out Phillip's name, they continued to the next cell.
Late at night, in the dark suburbs, the gate of Ungersar Prison opened, and a carriage slowly drove out, heading towards New Ross City.
In the woods, a pair of eyes stared at the carriage going away, quietly disappearing.
Half an hour later, the Church of the Three Goddesses of Destiny.
"Satuk..."
In a secret room filled with candles, Bishop Fowler stroked his left hand, which had grown back and had skin as smooth as milk. He lowered his eyes and asked: "There are not many churches left in the city now. What kind of measures do you think they will take?" What about action?”
Father Satuk, who was as thin as a bamboo pole, filled the glass with red wine and replied: "If they are smart people, they must have guessed the consequences of the "New Religious Law", so they submitted it to the religious The list of affairs is most likely false.”
Bishop Fowler nodded lightly, "Yes... the list of believers is the most important thing in the church. There is no need for us to have a direct conflict with the small church. After all, no one can tell whether their gods will come and fight against the gods. Yes. We are not qualified enough to do things related to gods.”
"so..."
"Just force them away and eradicate the believers. In this way, the gods who have lost the power of faith will naturally collapse."
"Next, those small churches will definitely try their best to forge lists." Father Satuk said: "If you think about it from their standpoint, you will find that they don't have many options, either to evacuate believers in advance, or... Looking for a scapegoat. After marrying His Royal Highness the Fourth Prince, Wexford County is completely under our control. Their every move cannot escape our eyes. Even if some lost sheep are stupid enough to help them, they cannot reverse their fate."
While tasting the expensive red wine, Bishop Fowler nodded with satisfaction: "Fate cannot be changed. This is an established fact, but there is one thing that worries me..."
Father Satuk asked, "What's the matter?"
"Those big churches that have left, it is not good for us to be at odds with them at the moment, not to mention that we also have churches in other kingdoms, so it is understandable to let them leave safely, but I am afraid that before they leave, they will secretly cause trouble, disrupt order, and create trouble for us. trouble."
"You don't have to worry about this matter." Father Saturk said with a smile: "Tonight, as you expected, those big churches secretly sent people to steal the other church's list and planned to Give the list to those small churches to confuse us."
Bishop Fowler raised his eyebrows: "Oh? Has the list fallen into the hands of a small church?"
"Of course not. I sent someone to cut off the beard, in a dark alley, using the magic given by the goddess Wilder..." Father Saturk took out several blood-stained lists, "Originally, I wanted to report this matter early. Reported to you, but you are really too busy. Not only do you have to discuss the wedding date with His Royal Highness the Fourth Prince, but you also have to carry out the order of Goddess Wilder and select two elite knights..."
"Who else knows about this besides you?"
"There are also divine servants Barry and Ernest..."
"Ernest? Is he involved too?" Bishop Fowler was deeply impressed by this name. If you knew there was a spy around you, you would definitely pay more attention to him.
"He is a nail planted by the Wisdom God Cult and should be used at critical moments. I leaked the interception list to him just to tell him that we have not 'discovered' his true identity."
"It's the right decision for me to hand over such an important place in New Ross City to you, Satuk."
Bishop Fowler said sincerely: "Your resourcefulness is even better than mine."
"But you are the one who promoted me." Father Satuk bowed, "I will assist you willingly and remain loyal, just like I treat Goddess Wilder."
"Don't be too busy showing your loyalty. I know your loyalty very well."
Winter winter winter!
There was a knock on the door of the secret room, and the servant of God Ernest opened the door and walked in, "Father Satuk, Bishop Fowler, and Barry are back. He brought the latest information about the Church of Truth."
"The Point Guard Is Here"
"Let him in."
A man shrouded in a cloak walked into the secret room, took off his hood, and revealed a featureless, ordinary face, so ordinary that it would disappear immediately if thrown into the crowd.
but...
If MacMillan were present, he would definitely be able to recognize him at a glance. He is the black-clad divine servant who was following Ma Wei and others but was caught in the police station drinking judicial milk tea!
"Tonight, Father Mawei from the Church of Truth went to Ungersar Prison..."
Servant of God Barry described what he saw completely and in detail. After listening, Bishop Fowler and Father Satuk looked at each other and showed an obscure smile.
As expected...
In order to protect believers, the Truth Church began to look for scapegoats!
And their target is the prisoners held in Ungersar Prison!
"I can't sit still..."
Bishop Fowler stroked his empty ring finger on his left hand and said with a cold smile: "There is nothing wrong with the method of finding scapegoats to replace your own believers, but it's a pity... that we couldn't escape from our hands after all."
"Bishop, shall we go to Ungersar Prison to ask more about it?"
"No rush, no rush, they are the ones who should be anxious now. Finding a scapegoat is only the first step. They also have to find ways to send believers out of the city, and then get the scapegoat out of prison..." Bishop Fowler narrowed his eyes. Eyes, "Our goal is the list of true believers in their hands. If you want to get this thing, you can't be too impatient, let alone force them to jump over the wall."
Barry, the servant of God, suddenly realized: "Then what are you going to do next, Bishop? Are you going to wait and see what happens?"
"No, instead of just waiting to see what happens, we must take the initiative." Bishop Fowler said, "Satuk, after the big church withdrew from New Ross City, didn't we free up some manpower?"
"Yes."
"Send all these people out, pretend to be coachmen, and operate near the Church of Truth. Then buy a shop on Kerr Street, open a shop at will, and as a store manager, visit all the shops on Kerr Street and secretly Investigate who are members of the Church of Truth.”
"clear."
"Also, don't take any action at the first time, just collect intelligence, and then contact His Royal Highness the Fourth Prince and ask him to use his connections to block the main roads. Once a believer from the Church of Truth is found out of the city, follow him for a distance and make sure that no one is watching. Then arrest them immediately! Interrogate the names of other believers from their mouths, one by one, then two by three, until they all confess!"
