Sword Whisperer

It was a hard smell for an ordinary man. However, the sensation of the person dealing with Gigi was incomparably sensitive to the Bondi culprit. It may not be comparable to Eustatine, who assimilates to the animal's senses, but it was not difficult to catch the smell of blood that was roughly washed with Hans Soap.

"Why would the minister carry the smell of blood? ’

Van thought as he followed the Reverend. He didn't listen to Brown's story. In his story, the story of the minister who surrounded the corpse with the worshippers..... who were among them.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Ask."

”In this city..... is there only one church here?"

"Hard work and unchanging lives make people very extreme. Very faithful, very ungrateful. Thanks to you, the congregation of our church is looking for more gods than anywhere else.... Unfortunately, there are not many of them. ”

"There's only one."

Considering the size of the city, there are quite a few churches. But what's important now is that the chances of this minister getting involved with something evil are higher than they were just now.

Van felt the dagger hidden in his arms with his hands on his clothes. Even without the hallucinogens and the Longswords, one of these daggers was confident enough to heal his body.

I've been starving for a long time. If it had nothing to do with potatoes and soup... "

"That's a real favor."

”Don't make fun of me. Aren't you thinking of me as the second old man?"

"It's free food, so it's not worth it. ”

"That's a good lesson."

The minister smiled nicely.

While eating, and being guided to bed, Van remained vigilant and watched over the minister. If Brown was right, this minister might have put a knife in his chest and made it into a corpse and then offered it to the devil.

But that didn't happen. He cared if half the time was inconvenient, and he also became his marvel.

"Yes. Do you believe in God? ''

"…… I used to go to church when I was a kid. The sandwiches were delicious. ”

You're saying you don't believe it. "

I've seen a man who believes in God die miserably. "

Serifa was quite a devout congregation. Van shrugs.

”But I survived without even knowing God."

"... that's the way it is. Faith is not about wanting to have something, but..... it's too vague to give love to someone who can't hear a single voice. ”

"Uh... I don't know, but I don't think that's what the Reverend said."

It's my only advantage not to pretend to realize everything. ''

The minister laughed with a slaughter. It was still a good laugh. Van looked at the minister like that and smiled a little without me knowing. It wasn't a false smile.

”I think so. Reverend, I can see your words are not very boring."

"Either way, you have to pretend to believe in God in this temple. At least it's God who served you that potato and soup today. ”

"Food has always been a source of my faith. ''

Van smiles and bites the potatoes. He looked at the pastor's face and threw a nonsense.

What is the source of the Reverend's faith? ''

”Do you mean me...?"

He looked embarrassed as if he had been stabbed in the heart for a moment. After a panic, there was trouble on my face, and he said after a long period of silence:

"It's worth it.”

"Value?"

”Value for good. Value for evil. I believe all that will be done through God. No, I want to believe it. I hope that what I have done to you today will someday satisfy my hunger and suffering..... and that those who trampled on the good will pay for all the crimes I committed at the end. Yes. A life rewarded for what you've done..... Is there only one God who can accomplish that? ''

"… well, I've never thought that way before. ”

Half the last spoon of soup was eaten. It was a strange conversation. He seemed sincere, but in some ways he seemed to behave strangely. He said that there was only hope in the world, but he also spoke in a voice that seemed to blame God on the one hand.

'Do you serve God? Or serve the devil.'

The minister warmly looked at the half-heartedness of the time.

That night, Van waited for the morning with his eyes wide open to the march or the minister or his men to cover him. And there was no raid.

§

"... What, so the minister is suspicious? Are you saying no?"

"Suspicious. Suspicious..... but I didn't get the impression that I was a bad person. ”

"I don't know what you're talking about. ”

The spirit frowned with arms. Not only did she not understand it, but Van sighed. Zeo looked at Anya and asked.

"How about you. The client says he's been on surveillance all day. You didn't do anything suspicious? ''

"I don't know..... it just seems a little weird mentally. ”

Keep talking to yourself, staring at the air, shaking..... Anya added one thing to it.

”I didn't seem to notice who was watching. ”

”Don't you think the devil worshippers would have noticed you? ''

"No, it's not like that... 'You, you! Don't show up. Me, I'm not. I'm fine! ”

Anya followed Brown's voice and said: Van said with a trembling expression.

”We came all the way here because he commissioned us..... and this really ends with shit, right?"

"… but it's definitely a suspicious city. ”

She replied in a silent voice.

”I couldn't find the girl who was a witch yesterday. I'm sorry I got lost.”

"..... lost? ''

I looked at the spirit as if everyone could not understand it. It was not unusual for a normal person, but if the subject was a woman, the story was different. Teaching at the Academy was not just about getting stronger. They learned all sorts of techniques, including reading and remembering the way, and walking through mountains and forests.

As much as that, it doesn't usually make sense for them to get lost.

".. is there really a witch? In that forest? ''

"I don't know. But a witch or something..... I'm sure there's something wrong. That's why, no. I need you to be with me today. You can't use your powers in front of your whites with any kind of magic. ”

”Ugh, there's something reluctant about witches..."

Anya nods her head with a trembling expression. Now it was Zeo's turn for the last time. He shakes his head and says,

”I don't really have one either. The Quarry was empty..... and I don't even see any worshippers. ”

"…… Brown said. That service was a service with a corpse. ”

After a while, Zeo frowned as if he understood.

"Without a corpse, you don't worship? ”

”You don't have to be obsessed with the name of worship. It's more like leaving a body behind and doing something. And..... as you know, the neighborhood has been hit by serial killings quite often……"

"... and there's no better place to take the body than the church."

Zeo nods as if he is approximated. A man is killed by serial killings, the body is sent to the church for burial, and the service is held in the mines with the body…….

'.... There is only a suspicious situation. That pastor.’

I didn't want to think he was an enemy, but there was a situation I could not doubt. Van looked at Zeo and said,

"Oh, I want you to take Brown today. ”

"…… you? ''

”I……"

"Arghhhhhhhh!"

It was then. At the sudden sound of a scream from the outside, Van and his group quickly rushed to the window and ran to the roof. It didn't take long to find the origin of the scream. It was a dark alleyway. Beyond a sack of bloody sacks, its bloodless arms stretched out. Van mutters quietly.

"…… I have a corpse. ”

Tonight, it's been a long time.

§

The body was immediately taken to the church. The funeral took place without delay. The burial of the Boneless is immense, and a few drops of tears and a minister's prayer were the best luxuries for the deceased.

The body was buried on the ground. It looked like it was buried. But Van was not careless there, and sat on a branch out of the sun and watched it continually.

By the time the sun fell over the night, the torch-bearers moved. They dug the tomb, took out the coffin, looked around and secretly began to move the body. It was no surprise. I knew this would happen in the first place.

"I can't see the Reverend. ’

Van followed them quietly on a tree. The problem was when they touched the quarry. The entrance to the Quarry is narrow and there are many torch-bearers, so it seems almost impossible to hide without anyone noticing. Maybe if I had a fairy tale ability of fifth grade.

After all, if you can't hide, there is only one way.....

Van hides in a tree near the entrance to the Quarry and eavesdrops on the conversation of those who come and go there quietly.

”I've come to worship. ''

"You need to say your password. ''

”The heart of a decent man. ”

"…… please go in."

Their voices, whispering with even a breath, were not to be heard from afar. However, it was still not a story that would be circulated to half of those who learned to listen.

Van slowly approaches the quarry, hiding as Robro. The guards look in half and frown a little.

”.. Eastern? It's a face I've never seen."

”I've been introduced by the Reverend. I would like to offer you a service. ''

'' Do you know the password…? ''

”The heart of a decent man. ”

"…… go in. Anyway, you better not think about it. ”

Van smiles and moves. They had hallucinogens and longswords, but they were not particularly threatened by Van.

'.... The Reverend was definitely related.'

If they had pretended not to know when the minister was mentioned, it might have been more comfortable to beat them up. But they let Van in. What does he mean? Without wanting to know, Van was forced to know the answer soon.

They were just singing a hymn. It was a strange hymn. Their hymn contained only grudges and sorrows, not godliness. Nevertheless, the tune itself is as sacred and bright as a dizzy hymn.......

”Brothers and sisters, we are on a very long and hard road to this quarry now. ”

The voice echoes the cave. It was a familiar voice, the voice of the minister. Every time the torch blows, the shadow on his face changes his visual acuity. When his face was shining, he looked like a godly lion, and when the shadow fell on his face, he looked like a devil's servant.

"Today, one of our brothers lost his life again. Sometimes happiness blooms in his life, and misfortune blooms over the seeds and leaves of happiness. But he also ends up as today. Joy will no longer hold him, but misfortune will not bother him either. And..... his shell will now be a spear to protect our happiness. ”

Some people burst into tears. Among them, there was a beautiful young lady who was made out of invitations, and a hairy man who looked like he had no blood or tears. The question of what life they lived and how they will live has not been a reason to isolate them until now.

God doesn't give you a hand first. If we don't pull the finger of God's clothing first, he doesn't look at us.

And today, I pray that this humble shepherd will gather the hearts of a young and old sheep. The 'night’ he gave us, hoping to be reborn as our Judge... "

It was time for the minister's voice to blur. I wanted to shake the torch that lit the quarry at a time, but a dark mist began to flow from the wall. No, that wasn't fog. Van hardens his complexion and stares at him.

'Ghost..! ’

It was the phenomenon that the Ghost Master saw when he fluidized his body. It was the moment Van took his hand to the dagger in his arms, looking at the ghost's energy without even knowing it. The minister, who was in the fog, was astonished and cried out in a sharp voice.

"Someone! Who dared step into this sacred service without your permission! ”

— He's sleeping.

The sound of a full night resounded. It was damp, dark, and voices of unknown depth. The Reverend looks at the other half with his eyes open. People began to roar away from him, and there was no one around for half a day.

"You..."

"…… I liked the skill of preaching, but I wanted to listen to the worship…… I didn't know I needed permission. Reverend."

Van laughed bitterly. The pastor stares at Van with an eye mixed with confusion and anger.

"Was he a mining spy? Are you here to spy on us? ”

"I thought he was a very prudent man."

One day, the men who had twisted the barrel began to surround half the barrel. With his hands in his arms, the hardened half seemed to be overwhelmed and about to die. The minister bites his lips and says,

"... if you're going to insult me as a liar. But all this for the greater good……"

"You don't have to make excuses. I don't have anything to hide either. ''

"What? ''

Van pulled out a dagger instead of an answer. The man with the spear and axe snorted as he looked at the one-span blade. I wonder if you think you can stand up to them with that. I was forced to feel petty. A fog of ghosts appeared over their faces. The bloodline twitches as if his eyes were about to tear him apart.

In front of them, Van quietly posed. It's not like he's holding a dagger now, but rather a great sword, so be careful.

There are no hallucinations. There are no longswords. From the first sword to the fourth, he had nothing to use now. But it didn't matter.

When only one dagger is together, there is a sword that is rather possible.

The invisible sword.

It was Van's fifth sword.