Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 149 "The Hidden Sage"

Old Neil did say recently that he was a little tired and wanted to take time off work, and even talked about his own retirement.

But such a senior Nighthawk, who is close to retirement age, has turned into a civilian job, and is no longer involved in front-line operations. He has taken potions for decades, and he doesn't even think about being promoted again...

How could it be out of control?
Is this something wrong?
Angel wanted to blurt it out, but seeing Dunn's eyes, he still didn't ask the question.

The captain has been with Old Neil for a longer time, and he must be feeling even more uncomfortable now...

"What's going on? Is it Old Neil lying on the ground?"

Daly behind her came forward and asked in a low voice. The alchemy room was dimly lit, and she could barely see the outline of the old man's body.

"Your Excellency Sesima discovered it," Dunn replied. His voice was a little hoarse. "When we were up there just now, Old Neil was undergoing investigation and questioning, and he needed to lay his hand on the sacred object and make an oath..."

"Because I don't need to take potions to advance, I didn't conduct a general test, but the holy object still found signs of contamination in him."

Crestel took over the conversation and continued to explain.

"I controlled him with the ability of 'entering the dream', but in the process of further investigation, some kind of restriction was triggered, which made him suddenly lose control and break free from the dream I created."

According to the descriptions of the two and the messy scene, Angel restored the scene in his mind.

The out-of-control old Neil had four extra eyes on his forehead and cheeks.The indifferent eyes without eyelashes stared at Crestai, and then the skin broke everywhere, bleeding a lot, and there were even fine and long hairs in the blood.

Before the mutated old Neil could attack or flee the scene, Crestel made a decisive decision, took out the bone sword from the metal box, and used the power of the holy object to put Old Neil into a deep sleep.

"I would have liked to resolve the incident directly, but maybe I need to ask Dunn Smith for his opinion first, after all, this is his team member, in his territory."

Above Crestella's lowered neckline, her thin, resolute lips parted in a forced smile.Some Nighthawks lost control in front of him, so this senior deacon must be in a bad mood.

"Resolving the incident...does it mean directly killing Old Neil?"

Angel pursed his lips and asked.

"There may be many ways to avoid losing control, but once you step on that line, there is only one way to solve it."

Holding a sword in one hand, Krestel, whose tip was propped on the ground, looked sideways at Angel and replied.

"Your captain also asked a similar question just now, asking whether the loss of control can be solved without hurting his life."

"Currently under the suppression of the holy object, this out-of-control Nighthawk can still maintain a 'relatively decent form', but soon, his body will collapse and become a strange monster that you can only see in nightmares." Ke Restai's voice became low, as if it came from afar, "He may be able to retain part of his mind, part of his memory, and even recognize all of you, but believe me, he is no longer the companion you know."

Relatively decent form...

Looking at Old Neil lying in a pool of blood, Angel clenched his fists.

Although she often went to the arsenal to collect ammunition and declare consumables at Old Neil, she actually didn't know much about the oldest nighthawk in Tingen's team, most of which she learned from the mouths of other team members.

However, in the few contacts, this humorous old man left a deep impression on Angel.

Judging from the attitude of the senior deacon, Crestai, it should be to "solve the incident" directly after the captain nods...

She looked at Dunn Smith, who was facing away from the light, his complexion hidden in the shadows, dim and unclear.

"I can try psychic, maybe I can find clues, there is a chance..."

Daly took a few steps forward, approached Dunn, and said softly.

"His taint comes from 'hidden sage', I don't recommend you to do this, it won't save him, it will put you in."

Crestel shook his head and rejected Daly's proposal.

The deity believed by the Moss Ascetic Order, the organization that controls most of the potion formulas of the "Secret Peer" pathway, "The Hidden Sage".

Angel recalls what he heard in a Tarot Society sharing about occult organizations and ancient beliefs.

Members of this organization use penance to fight against out-of-control, resolve the effects of potion remnants, and strictly keep secrets, adhere to morality and discipline. It is a very respected organization and has a good relationship with major churches.It's a pity that they have fallen into an evil organization, and the reason is that the god they believe in, the "hidden sage" has become an evil god.

"Peeper"...

Thinking of Old Neil's potion sequence, Angel guessed that his loss of control was probably caused by the "Moss Penance Order", but unfortunately, this was of no help to solve the problem at present.

And Daly... As a mid-sequence powerhouse, she should be aware of the risks of psychic communication with Extraordinary people who are polluted by evil gods and cause out of control, but she is still willing to take the risk to psychic...

She probably didn't want to see the captain struggle with how to deal with Old Neil.

"Daily, you shouldn't try..."

Dun En's hoarse voice came, and he raised his head, his complexion looked a little pale under the light from the "sacred object".

He took a deep breath and said:
"Your Excellency Sesima, please continue to maintain the effect of the holy object, let me do it myself."

Crestel's dark green eyes moved, his eyes flickered, and he nodded and replied:
"He will die like a man."

"Thank you."

Dunn moved slowly, stepped on the floor of the alchemy room paved with stone slabs, stepped on the blood that was almost solidified and mixed with long hairs, and came to Old Neil amidst the echoing footsteps in the room.

The silent Captain of the Nighthawks took off his windbreaker, squatted down and lowered his body, covered his naked body with the clothes, and said something in a low voice.

Then he reached out his hands and twisted Old Neil's neck.

……

Taking heavy steps, Angel returned from the basement to the second floor.

The bright sunlight outside the corridor seemed a little dazzling at this time.

Captain Dunn wanted to go to the church through the underground passage to seek the help of the priest to collect the body of old Neil. Ms. Daly accompanied him; Crestel was still guarding the alchemy room, and might need to recover the extraordinary characteristics of the deceased...

They asked me to notify other team members, but...

Angel walked through the corridor, walked lightly to the partition, and heard the whispered communication of the Nighthawks from the opposite side.

Their words had become restrained and suppressed, no longer the loud noise before she left.

"Why me? Why didn't Crestel tell the others to go down just now? Then I wasn't the one who witnessed the death of Old Neil, and I wasn't the one who announced the news."

Such a ridiculous idea suddenly popped up in her heart.

Shocked by the emergence of such dark thoughts, Angel took a deep breath, deliberately made heavy footsteps, and stepped out of the partition.

The reception hall suddenly fell silent, and pairs of eyes looked at her with doubts and guesses.

"What happened next? Did the senior deacon discover Old Neil's false reimbursement?"

Leonard squeezed out a smile and asked, and then let out a few dry laughs.

No one responded.

"No...Old Neil, Old Neil..."

As soon as Angel opened his mouth, he found that his voice became as deep and hoarse as Dunn's.

A moment later, the sound of a coffee cup breaking came from the second floor of the Blackthorn Security Company.

And a suppressed exclamation.

(End of this chapter)