The church was surrounded by three floors inside and outside, and the townspeople were crowded. Few people saw Manuel's body, but they could see from the panicked faces of the monks how miserable and fragile the priest's death was. Most people looked bleak after hearing this, chanting "Lord, Gods, O Gods" non-stop. There were many nefarious people who tried to break into the church to find out what was going on, but were dragged out by the monks who were guarding them, yelling and swearing. stop.
"Father Manuel is dead?" At the bookstall, Chen Yi heard this from the anxious grandmother Amy, and was frightened for a moment, "How did he die? When did he die?"
"...It was not a good death, a violent death. May God have mercy on him and punish the despicable murderer." Grandma Amy said tabooly. As for the exact cause of death, the Baron had sent someone to investigate, but she said she did not know.
Chen Yi took a breath. Annie was taken to prison just yesterday, and the news of Manuel's sudden death came this morning. Although she didn't know if there was any connection, her intuition told her that it would definitely not be that simple.
"Xiao Chenyi, let me tell you, he died before the pilgrimage day of the pagans, and he went to their church to debate scriptures two days ago. It must be those evil pagans who are responsible... You go to the prison every day, there The jailers are all heretics, so be careful." Grandma Amy warned.
Needless to say, Chen Yi didn't dare to slack off.
"By the way, Xiao Chenyi, how are you doing with Father Christopher? And those followers of the Lord." Grandma Amy asked, patting her head.
"Father...Father is okay. They pray morning and evening prayers under the leadership of the priest every day." Chen Yi said concisely.
"He is a good priest, Xiao Chenyi. You are also a believer in the Lord. You must watch those pagans insult them." Grandma Amy nodded.
After explaining this, she left quickly, saying that she was going to other homes to inquire. She had just learned about this and was still inquiring around. The grocery store was managed by her two sons, and Grandma Amy Every day is very leisurely.
The documents in the prison are almost sorted, and Chen Yi is staying overnight, so he doesn't have to go to the prison all day today.
"Counting the time, the pilgrimage day is coming, and Christopher and the others are about to leave Resurrection Town."
They were to be burned at the stake on a pagan pilgrimage day.
Due to the failure of the psychic ritual, Chen Yi shamelessly asked Christopher for another small bottle of his blood.
As for the other ritual materials, we have to go to the Magic Academy to get them, and we have to go to Kasim, but there is no need to rush for the time being.
Chen Yi'an sat down calmly in front of the bookshelf, spread out the occult books bilingually translated from Yawen and Platinum, and continued to study Platinum.
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Before night falls.
Priest Isa scribbled a letter, simply covered it with wax, and gave it to the priests in the Lecture Hall to send to the castle. In the letter, she excused herself from Ronald's mathematics lecture tonight due to physical reasons.
Although she knew that Ronald had been tampered with by that dirty soul, his mathematical talent still surprised her. The mathematical knowledge that Isa had accumulated during her several lives would be quickly consumed every time she taught a certain part. In a few days It is infinitely close to the bottom. For this reason, we can only continue to explain new knowledge points, from simple plane geometry to perspective and conic sections of the Nian School, from explaining logical proofs to today's cutting-edge infinitesimal analysis, even at the beginning of this book Planning to dabble in astronomy, Ronald has become proficient in inferring the laws of constellation evolution, and even calculated the timing of the arrival of comets, which was later verified by Priest Isa in astronomical works.
Boom boom.
There was a knock on the door. Priest Isa picked up the chanting beads and slowly stood up and opened the door.
The lieutenant stood at the door.
"Let's go, officiant." He held the broken hand and said slowly.
Priest Isa wore a barley robe embroidered with gold threads. The sleeves were the same width and were shaped like a trumpet from top to bottom. The style of this robe can be traced back to the people on the border of the Sola Empire. The True Religion Empire had not yet been established. During the period of the Kings and Tribes, long before the movement of the Holy Land Army to restore the Holy Land, the Deschanel Empire was beginning to show its decline. The sub-lords of the giant king world preached, conquered, preached again, and conquered again, and even made Gao Gao sit under the Holy Shield. The emperor is timid, the pope of the stupid is trembling day and night.
Priest Isa clenched the beads in her hand.
The night sky covered by dark clouds was as dark as ink, so dark that even the torches of the street guards seemed to be floating, like will-o'-the-wisps.
Isa, the officiant and the leader, stood at nooks and crannies of the street, trying to get as high as possible to keep an eye on even the slightest noise from the prison.
The leader took out a gold Rhone, a coin minted by the Deschanel people. It has the emperor's head on the front and the imperial gold ring and crown on the back. Because of its excellent quality, it is often used in occult coin divination.
"The clown is ready to come... The clown is ready to come." The reader opened his spiritual eyes and said silently in his heart.
After clearing his mind, he threw the gold coin high, and the gold rolled and spun several times before landing in the palm of the lying reader.
Representing the positive side of affirmation, the clown is ready to come.
The lieutenant's heart tightened, he stuffed the gold coins back into his pocket, and winked at Priest Isa.
In the silent town of Resurrection, the two of them calmed down and stared at the dark streets and alleys with vigilance.
Lights and flickering flames first appeared at the end of the street opposite the prison. The two of them took a deep breath. Then, in the layers of darkness, a figure wearing a long coat with a lute on his back appeared, his feet Followed by two puppies, one yellow and one white, under the dim light, the wide tasseled hood looked like a bloody mouth in the darkness.
"That's him." After saying these words with the meaning of action signal, the lying-haired leader stepped forward, sprinted quickly, and grabbed the worm with the amputated arm with his fingers.
Noticing that Lying Hair was reading, Ode raised his hand, and the spiritual vision eyes on his cheeks opened the surrounding flesh and blood. With one hand, he applied a leaden pale color to the other side.
The pace of Wo Fa's reading paused for a moment. In the dark shadow of Oude, a dog whistle blew softly, and two yellow and white dogs flew toward Wo Fa's reading.
The leader sprinkled the worms on his fingertips to the two dogs. As soon as the latter's undergrown dog hair touched the worms, it quickly turned black and curved, as if it had touched a branding iron. The worms aimed their tiny beaks under the hair. The skin and muscles instantly dissolve and black holes appear.
They let out shrill screams, clearly the barking of dogs, but as miserable as humans.
"Kanuoda."
As Ode read, blood streaks appeared on his cheeks, and his pupils suddenly became dilated.
The leader strode forward, clearly seeing his spiritual eyes, and when his pupils gathered together again...
Oded raised his hand, which was stained with bright red color, and slapped his left cheek hard.
The lie-fa leader's expression froze, and then he raised his left hand without hesitation and slapped himself hard.
The movements of the two are almost identical!
The only difference is that the bones of the lying-haired reader's cheek were shattered in the palm of his hand, and bright blood was sprayed out. If a third party compares it carefully, they will find that the location of the blood is almost the same as the color on Oude's face.
Kanuoda...the pronunciation is somewhat similar to the Shanbu language, a national language in the south, which means "sharing suffering".
When the reciter of ancient sayings bears pain, the person on whom he acts will bear corresponding pain.
The lying reader took a deep breath, opened his mouth, and was about to recite.
The minstrel in front of him held a silver needle threaded with wool between his fingertips.
Stab it hard on the lips.
"Sew it up."
