Not a Witch

"Tsk, I have to think about it. If you sing directly, I will naturally say it." Hei Niu turned around, put one thick hand on the bar, and said while looking at this person.

"Well." The poor bard plucked the strings and began to sing.

"When I saw the violets dying, when I saw the beautiful face..." His voice was exaggerated and full of emotion, like a drake with its head raised.

"Change another one." A ruthless interruption came from the side, and Hei Niu tapped his fingers on the table boredly.

As if the duck's neck was strangled by a strong wrist, the bard's voice stopped abruptly.

After a few seconds of silence, he played another of his tunes again.

"In the wilderness of the sky, a boy rides a white horse galloping like the wind. He is an eagle among birds and a lion among beasts..."

"Change!"

Everyone is tired of hearing the legend of Fengyue, who doesn't know the story of Roland, the King of the White Horse.

"When the 40 holy guns stood on the top of the mountain and swooped down, the dense sound of horseshoes was like..."

"Change!"

The stories in the Book of Candles are better suited to be told in church.

"The voice of the maiden who steps on the silver bell is like the dew in the morning light..."

"Change!"

After being stopped several times in a row, the poet blushed, and there was a burst of booing and ridicule from the surroundings. Everyone watched this guy making jokes.

"What kind of style does the lord want to hear?" He carefully looked at the strong guest.

"Don't pretend to be tall, I want to hear something down-to-earth." Hei Niu said so.

"Okay, let me think about it."

After pondering for a while, the poet played the qin in his hand again.

"Because I was afraid that the widow's eyes would be wet from crying, I got up and came to her side..."

At this moment, no one interrupted, and the guests in the hotel also listened with interest.The story is not complicated. It tells the story of an affair between a beautiful widow and a strong hunter, which is also mixed with hidden eroticism, which makes people imagine.

"Okay, that's a good story."

"I didn't expect this guy to be able to do this. Why haven't I seen her say it before?"

"That's right, that's enough flavor. By the way, do we have any widows here?" The speaker showed a funny smile that everyone knew, and there was a burst of tacit smirks around him.

"I won't be sleepy if I say this, I heard..." A group of people started to talk about the romantic affairs in the small town.

Most of them are nothing more than so-and-so having sex with someone secretly, so-and-so is wearing a cuckold again, etc. There is nothing particularly eye-catching until——

"I haven't seen that pretty girl Jin Na recently, but her figure is quite attractive."

"Don't even think about it. I heard that she has already fallen in love with Pastor Matthew."

"Pastor Matthew is only in his early 20s. I remember he was an ordinary monk the year before last."

"Yes, but I passed the Sanctuary assessment last year and got the official badge."

"It's very promising. Do you want to please me? I think the old pastor Rees is about to retire."

"What are you trying to please, isn't he just a little priest? We have plenty in the sanctuary."

"But I haven't seen Pastor Matthew in recent weeks."

"It's gone for some days, and so is Jin Na, maybe..."

"It's hard to elope, hahahaha."

"Hahahaha, how is that possible? I think I went back to my hometown to get married."

Several people laughed, and the black cow beside him was eating the steak on the plate, showing a slight smile.

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The church in the small town is not big, and the benches inside can only accommodate 80 people at most. A pastor in a white robe is reciting in a low voice with his back to the gate.On the stone wall in front of it is a drawing of an angel descending.

Among them, the angel has six wings on her back and burns like a flame. Her eyes are slightly closed, and she seems to be shedding tears, with a compassionate expression. This is the image of the water angel Israphael.

After knocking on the door, Rosier and his party walked into the church.

"Hello, is this the pastor who presides over here?" Edward took off his top hat and bowed to salute.

"Hello, I am." The pastor turned around, his face was a little haggard, and he looked quite old.

"Hello, Dear Keeper of the Light, my wife and I have traveled here, and we like the environment here very much, but yesterday she suddenly had a nightmare and saw an unbelievable scene, and she has been in a bad mood today."

"So I would like you to preside over a prayer ceremony, do you think it's okay?" Edward said, one of his hands was still held with Margaret, comforting his lover.

The pastor looked up at the four people, and nodded slightly after a few seconds.

"I understand your prayer, but such a ceremony would cost a lot..." He paused for a while.

"I understand that angels also want apples and bread in the world. This is a little bit of my heart, and I am willing to donate it to the church."

Edward took out two extraordinary gold coins from his pocket.In the dim church, these two gold coins exude a different kind of brilliance.

"Thank you for your piety. Let the light travel on the earth." The pastor nodded slightly, and then asked the four of them to sit in the church for a while before he prepared the materials and personnel.

More than ten minutes later, another priest and nun also came to the church, and now there were three priests in the church.

The nun first brought clean water and asked Margaret to wash her face and hands, and then asked her to stand in front of the angel relief.

Then the two priests lit two incense sticks and placed them beside Margaret, and a soothing fragrance spread around them.

The doors and windows of the church have long been closed, and only the afternoon sun shines through the stained glass windows and falls on the floor of the church.

The church became extremely quiet.

The nun chanted the names of the three Seraphs, and sprinkled a little dew.

Under the action of extraordinary power, these dewdrops were dispersed into tiny particles, and then burned, which made everyone in the church feel refreshed, sobered up a lot, and then relieved a lot.

After that, it was the work of the old pastor. Holding a small scepter, he raised a circular magic circle on the ground, and then enveloped Margaret in it. The magic power in it operated according to the ritual, allowing the consciousness and soul to gradually precipitation.

After that, there was a 5-minute chant and appeasement.

After everything was over, slight sweat appeared on the old pastor's forehead.

Edward thanked her and helped Margaret up from the ground.

"As expected of the priest of the sanctuary..." A burst of compliments followed.

A few people chatted for a while, and then took their leave and left.

After they walked out of the church and returned to the hotel, several people reunited in a room to discuss.

"The priest's technique and ritual process are correct. The only flaw is that the number of people is wrong. It stands to reason that this kind of mid-level calming and praying ceremony will achieve the best effect when five people cast spells and preside over it at the same time."'Makeup artist ' so evaluated.

"Indeed, I casually inquired in the chat before leaving, and the old pastor said that there are only a few people in their church. This is different from the church's practice."

"Town-level churches must be equipped with at least two priests, a nun, and two guarding knights to be qualified. In fact, considering emergencies and alternates, generally three priests, old, middle-aged and young, are the best configuration. .”

However, when I was leaving, I only saw a knight at the door of the church. When I asked the townspeople, they said that it was like this a long time ago, and there was only one knight guarding it.

"There's a small problem, but I'm not sure yet. Where's the 'Muppet Master'? Did you find anything?"

"Yes, these four people, including the knight at the door, have been polluted by the phantom of chaos." Rosier said the amazing news in clear and quiet words.

"how is this possible?"

The 'makeup artist' covered her open mouth in disbelief. She accepted the ceremony just now and felt that the priest's spirit was very pious.

"Oh, it seems that we finally found the right person, ha ha."

'Red Top Hat' was much calmer. He didn't ask how the girl knew about it. This was the secret of the other team members, but since the higher-ups specially sent this new team member here, it must have shown that they had something special to detect. talent.

"Are you going to arrest them now?" Lorraine Hill sat on a chair with the doll in his arms, looking at the three people in front of him curiously.

"Not for the time being, let's observe first to see if they have contacted other people, and find out why Pastor Matthew disappeared a few days ago, and whether they silenced them."

"It's finally time to start working." 'Black Bull' picked up the water bottle on the table and poured it directly, with a relaxed expression.

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In the next two days, several people asked the townspeople about the situation of the pastor and others in the church in detail, and kept secretly observing to see if these people were in contact with other people.

"It is said that Pastor Matthew disappeared half a month ago. He and Jin Na were childhood sweethearts."

"What's interesting is that Jin Na also died some time ago. It is said that she was attacked by a monster in the mountains. When others found out, only a mutilated body was left."

"Where is the place of death?"

"In a remote mountain village more than 20 miles away from here, Matthew and Jin Na grew up there."

"Looks like it's time to go." 'Red Hat' sighed.

So the four of them agreed that night that the 'makeup artist' and 'black cow' would stay in the hotel and continue to monitor the church from a distance.The 'Red Top Hat' and the 'Muppet Master' took advantage of the night to rush directly to that village, trying to come back before dark the next afternoon before deciding on the next move.

"Hold this." 'Red Top Hat' put a prism-like pendant into Rosier's hand. Its color is light yellow and it feels a bit hard.

"If you encounter danger or trouble, just break it, and other people will be able to perceive it. At the same time, there is one in other people's hands. If it is broken, you can roughly know it."

"Okay, but don't we act together?"

"Yes, but the situation can change a lot, and there may be some accidents at that time. If I hang up and report to you, you should run away quickly."'Red Top Hat' showed a mocking smile.

Lorraine Hill blinked and looked at the captain of the team. He is not weak, so would he express such emotion?

"Okay, I know."

Rosier thought for a while, tied the crystal-like prism with a string, tied it to the back of the wrist, and then covered it with long sleeves.

Seeing the girl's obedient and cautious appearance, the others showed gratified smiles.

What a reassuring child.

To be honest, what they are most afraid of is the arrogant and irrational members. Sometimes you can't say that the other party is bad, but it is very annoying.

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On a summer night, the stars are particularly bright, and there are various chirping sounds from the woods and grass in the mountains, including insects, birds, and toads.

Two black shadows were sprinting under the silvery moonlight, one of them advanced on the ground like a ghost, while the other was flying at low altitude with its toes off the ground.