savior epic

Chapter 52 Canooda
The church was surrounded by three floors inside and outside, and the townspeople were crowded. Few saw Manuel's body, but they could see from the frightened faces of the monks how miserable, fragile, and overwhelming the priest's death was. When most people heard about this, their faces were bleak, and they kept chanting, "Lord, Gods, Gods." stop.

"Father Manuel is dead?" Before the bookstall, Chen Yi heard this from Grandma Amy with a disturbed face, and was shocked for a moment, "How did he die, and when did he die?"

"...not a good death, a violent death. May God have mercy on him and punish that despicable murderer." Grandma Amy said with taboo.As for the exact cause of death, the Baron had sent for an investigation, and she said she had no knowledge of it.

Chen Yi gasped. Annie was arrested and taken to prison yesterday, and news of Manuel's sudden death came this morning. Although she didn't know whether it was related, she instinctively told herself that it would definitely not be that simple.

"Little Chenyi, let me tell you that he died on the day before the pilgrimage of the heretics, and he went to their church to debate the scriptures two days ago. Those evil heretics must be playing tricks. You go to the prison every day, and all the jailers there It's a heretic, be careful." Grandma Amy warned.

Needless to say, Chen Yi didn't dare to slack off.

"By the way, Little Chen Yi, is Father Christopher okay? There are still those believers of the Lord." Grandma Amy asked, patting her head.

"Father. The priest is alright. Under the leadership of the priest, they do morning and evening prayers every day." Chen Yi said succinctly.

"He is a good priest, little Chen Yi, you are also a believer of the Lord, you want to watch those heretics insult them." Grandma Amy nodded.

After explaining this, she left quickly, saying that she was going to other homes to inquire about it. She had just learned about it and was still in the stage of inquiring everywhere. The grocery store was run by her two sons, and Grandma Amy Every day is very leisurely.

The documents in the prison are almost done, and Chen Yi is also on duty overnight, so she doesn't have to go to the prison all day today.

"Calculate 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 the day of the pagan pilgrimage.

Due to the failure of the psychic ceremony before, Chen Yi had the cheek to ask Christopher for another vial of his blood.

As for other ritual materials, they have to go to the Academy of Magic to get them again, so they have to go to Kasim, but there is no need to rush for now.

Chen Yi'an sat down in front of the bookstall, spread out bilingual translations of occult books in Yawen and Platinum, and continued to study Platinum.

Before night falls.

Priest Isa scribbled a letter on paper, simply covered it with wax, and handed it over to the priesthood in the seminary to send it to the castle. In the letter, she excused Ronald's mathematics lecture tonight for physical reasons.

Although she knew that Ronald had been tampered with by that dirty soul, she was still amazed by his mathematical talent. Isa presided over the mathematical knowledge accumulated in several lives, and every time he talked about a certain part, that part would be consumed quickly. It is infinitely close to the bottom, so we can only continue to explain new knowledge points, from simple plane geometry to perspective and conic sections of the Nia School, from explaining logical proofs to the most cutting-edge infinitesimal analysis, even the beginning of this book Planning to get a taste of astronomy, Ronald has been able to proficiently deduce the laws of constellation evolution and even calculate the timing of the arrival of comets, which was later verified by Isa in astronomy works.

dong dong.

There was a knock on the door, and the officiant, Isa, picked up the ode to the side and slowly got up to open the door.

The lie-haired leader stood at the door.

"Let's go, officiant." He pressed the severed hand and said slowly.

The high priest of Isa put on a barley robe embroidered with gold thread, the sleeves were the same width, and formed into a trumpet shape from top to bottom. During the period of the Tribes of Kings, long before the Holy Land Restoration Movement by the Legion Army, the Deschanel Empire began to decline, and the sub-lords of the world of giant kings preached, conquered, preached again, and conquered again, and even made them stand under the Holy Shield The emperor of the poor trembles day and night, and the pope of the dull ones trembles day and night.

The officiant, Isa, clenched the chanting beads in her hand.

The night sky covered by dark clouds is as black as ink, so black that even the torches of the street guards seem to be floating, like will-o'-the-wisps.

Isa, the officiant and the leader of the reading, stood in the corners of the street, as high as possible, so as to stare at the slightest noise in the prison.

The leader took out a Gold Rona, a coin minted by the Deschels, with the emperor's head on the front and the imperial golden ring and crown on the back. Because of its excellent color, it is often used in coin divination in mysticism.

"The clown is ready to come. The clown is ready to come." The leader opened his eyes of spiritual vision and said silently.

After letting go of his mind, he then tossed the gold coin high, and the golden Rona rolled and spun several times, and landed in the palm of the lying-haired leader.

Representing positive positive, the clown is ready to come.

The leader of the lying hair tightened his heart, stuffed the gold coins back into his pocket, and winked at Priest Isa.

In the quiet Resurrection Town, the two held their breaths and stared at the dark corners and alleys vigilantly.

Lights and flickering flames first appeared at the end of the street facing the prison, and the two of them took a deep breath. Then, in the dark night, a figure with a lute on his back and a double-breasted long coat appeared, his feet Followed by two puppies, one yellow and one white, under the dim light, the wide tasseled hood is like a bloody mouth in the dark.

"It's him." After saying the words with the meaning of action signal, the lying-haired leader stepped forward, sprinted quickly, and grabbed the worm with the severed arm with his fingers.

Noticing that the reclining hair was leading the reading, Ode raised his hand, the eye of vision on his cheek opened the surrounding flesh and blood, and smeared lead-made pale color on the other side with one hand.

The footsteps of Wofa leading the reading paused for a moment. In the shadow of Ou De's low height, the dog whistle blew softly, and the yellow and white dogs flew towards Wofa leading the reading.

The leader sprinkled the worms from his fingertips on the two dogs, and the latter's undergrown dog hair turned black and bent as soon as it touched the worms, as if touching a soldering iron, and the worms pointed their tiny beaks under the hair The skin and muscles instantly dissolve and black holes appear.

They uttered sharp screams, clearly barking dogs, but as miserable as humans,
"Canooda."

As Ode read, bloodshot eyes appeared on his cheeks, and his pupils dilated for a moment.

As the leader stepped forward, he clearly saw his eyes of spiritual vision, when the pupils converged again
Oude raised his hand, stained with bright red, and slapped his left cheek hard.

The lying-haired leader froze, and immediately raised his left hand without hesitation, and slapped himself violently.

The movements of the two are almost exactly the same!
The only difference is that the bones on the cheeks lying on the head were shattered in the palm, and bright blood was fanned out. If a third person compares it carefully, he will find that the location of the blood is almost the same as the color on Ode's face.

The pronunciation of Kanuoda is somewhat similar to the Shanbu language, an ethnic language in the south, which means "common suffering".

When the Wordspeaker suffers pain, the target of his effect suffers the corresponding pain.

Lying down, the leader took a deep breath, opened his mouth, and was about to chant.

The minstrel in front of him held a silver needle threaded with wool between his fingertips.

He stabbed hard at his lips.

"Sew it up."

(End of this chapter)