Invincible priest, out of the courtroom

But even for an existence like the heir of the evil god, it is not easy to project power into the present world and leave a stable mark without disturbing others, let alone in the city of the oracle. core area of ​​Orthodoxy.

The same is true for the cultists. Leaving aside the difficulty of committing crimes in the city of oracles, just trying to please a heir of an evil god is dangerous and difficult. laughed.

So the imprint was hard-won, so why was it abolished by the heir of the evil god himself?It can't be that he suddenly realized his conscience and repented, right?

Bishop Kang Ding was puzzled, and unknowingly shed a cold sweat, thankful for the luck of the city of oracle.

But there are many other questions that puzzled him, such as the mysterious line of small characters on the ground.

What does it mean that the crime has been punished?

How did this line of words stay?Why is it a bit like the traces of the holy flame?

And where are the cultists who performed the ritual?

And who made a lot of noise on the street in the middle of the night, waking up the other residents?

As a cardinal, Contin must have known the zeroth commandment, and he knew very well that he should not be so curious, which is dangerous.

But his partner didn't want to let him go...

"This word is really ugly, was it written by a doctor?"

Raffle squatted in a low voice, staring at the small print for a long time, and gave such an evaluation.

And then asked:

"My lord bishop, who do you think this line of writing will be left behind? And this scorched mark looks very special, very similar to the sacred flame of your clergy?"

Bishop Kang Ding sighed helplessly, shook his head, and replied very firmly:

"It just looks like it, but it's definitely not Holy Flame."

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The Undertaker: Chapter 21 21. Judgment

As a cardinal who has mastered ten sixth-level divine arts, Kang Ding has excellent attainments and understanding. Even in a place like the City of Oracles, where there are many sects, he is also an authoritative expert. Kang Ding's quack nickname.

In terms of combat effectiveness and actual combat experience, he is equivalent to a seventh-order transcendent, an out-and-out high-ranking powerhouse, and is the core force guarding the city.

And the "Original Belief" sect he belongs to is the top three most popular sect in the city in terms of overall strength. Kang Ding evaluated himself as the most powerful contender for the next pope because of his high morals and prestige and superior strength.

In short, it was such an authoritative person with the right to speak. He said that the scorching mark could not be left by Shengyan, and no one dared to believe it.

What's more, Kanting also gave some well-founded explanations:

"Holy Flame is also a kind of divine art, and divine art is a response and manifestation of the belief of the clergy. It comes from the teachings and gifts of gods and angels. It cannot be invented and created, and even small modifications are dangerous. Complicated things are even more unavoidable."

"As far as I know, there is no such holy flame that is purely used for printing, and it is even more impossible to have it, so this scorching mark is definitely not left by the holy flame."

Raffle on the side listened patiently, but did not dare to refute, but continued to ask:

"Then, my lord bishop, who left this line? And who stopped this evil ceremony? Where did the cultists who committed the crime go?"

His series of questions left Bishop Kangding speechless, so he could only answer helplessly:

"After all, I'm just a pastor, and I'm not good at thinking too many questions. If you want to know the answer, go and investigate carefully."

Conventional Transcendents don't have such a thing as the Zero Commandment. They even think that curiosity and seeking knowledge are the real source of power. They are keen on thinking and exploring various mysteries, which is completely contrary to the concept of the priests.

So Laffer bowed his head and pondered for a while, and then said some of his brain supplements:

"Even so, I still tend to think that there is a powerful transcendent who discovered the situation here, drove away the cultists, then destroyed the mark, and then deliberately alarmed other residents. This is the only reasonable explanation .”

Bishop Kang Ding nodded and replied:

"This is indeed the only reasonable explanation, but the problem is that the mark of the heir of the evil god is not something that can be erased casually..."

"If you want to solve it properly, you need to use those high-level [Sealed Artifacts]. You should also know that those [Sealed Artifacts] are often more dangerous than the imprint itself, and it is even more difficult to use it quietly."

Raffle listened and nodded.

"This is really outrageous..."

As he said that, he suddenly had a brain hole and thought of another angle:

"But if there really is such a strong man who brings a powerful [Sealed Artifact] to the city of the oracle, but refuses to show up directly, but lurks in a low-key manner..."

Halfway through the conversation, Raffle himself couldn't continue.

He and Bishop Kang Ding showed that thoughtful and terrified look together, and at the same time, they both felt a bone-chilling chill starting from the spine and slowly spreading to the whole body.

If there really is such a strong person, I am afraid it will be more chilling than this mark...

Compared with being able to deal with the imprint of the heir, his silence is more frightening. If this person has any unruly thoughts and wants to do something secretly, is there anyone in this city who can stop him?

This is where the real horror comes in.

"Could it be the Northlanders?"

Raffle asked tentatively again.

"It's highly unlikely."

Bishop Contin shook his head.

"If they have such strength, they won't be frustrated repeatedly, let alone keep a low profile."

"I suggest that it's better not to think too much. This case is beyond our capabilities. Report the situation truthfully and leave it to the higher-ups for a decision. They may use [divination] to investigate."

Having said that, Laffer could only nod his head, suppressing his curiosity forcibly.

In this situation where the heir of the evil god was clearly involved, he didn't dare to use a monocle to "spy" like before, that would be almost tantamount to suicide.

He could only sigh helplessly:

"I hope it's really the northerners who did it. They're still the kind of people who can communicate..."

He would rather give up the most reasonable and probable conjecture, and instead believe in the Northlanders, rather than accept the previous creepy conclusion.

Bishop Contin replied in a low voice:

"I hope that divination can reveal an optimistic tendency."

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On this night, Rorschach and Nota, exhausted all over their bodies, closed the outside door, gathered in the church, and took stock of today's gains.

On the floor in front of the two of them was the income from today's hard work, totaling:

five copper coins

More than 30 small pieces of paper with addresses and various lipsticks printed on them

A Steaming Bowl of Potato Stew

And a fluffy little milk cat the size of a palm

Well, that's all there is to it...

"Why is this so?"

Luo Xia sat cross-legged on the ground, his face full of helplessness.

In fact, the church is quite lively today. After all, it opened on the first day. Neighbors from the surrounding neighborhoods also came to join in. They also received many tourists and clergymen dressed in other sects. There were no less than 500 people in total. The two of them were exhausted.

But no one joined the religion, and no one was willing to listen to Rorschach's preaching...

These people simply came here to have a look, to join in the fun, and treat it as a visit to the park.

On the contrary, quite a few people pointed at the mosaic goddess statue and commented on Rorschach's artistic attainments.

Luo Xia is not saying that he is opposed to other people visiting, but the question is, don't go whoring for nothing?

A day passed, and the offering box under the statue was empty and shiny new.

The five silver coins received were earned from the praying fountain outside. If people want to see the fountain spraying water, they throw in a copper coin.

As for the bowl of potato stew, it was a neighbor who lived nearby. Aunt Mary made too much at home, so she shared a bowl with them.

And that little milk cat, someone threw it under the wooden goddess statue, probably because she didn't want to keep it anymore, so she threw it to the church.

As for the last small pieces of paper with lip marks on them, some female tourists forcibly stuffed them into Rorschach's pockets, and they did not forget to wipe his oil and cast a suggestive wink.

The age ranges from 18 to 48 years old, and the body size ranges from 90g to 90kg.

There are also some beautiful and lovely...

How should I put it, this is also a unique ethos of the City of Oracles, encouraging women to bravely pursue men or something.

On the other hand, Nota didn't receive any of them, so it's time to judge!

The Undertaker: Chapter 22 22. No one can protect you now

Seeing Rorschach's worried look, Nota comforted him thoughtfully:

"Senior, don't worry so much? Isn't it very lively here today? Although I don't have much income, don't I have a cute cat?"

As she said that, she knelt down obediently on the floor, picked up the little milk cat, and swooped at Rorschach.

The little milk cat is dressed in gray and white raccoon, and its four paws are still snow-white and white gloves, not as big as Nota's palm. It looks like a fluffy and round cat, it is really cute.

But Rorschach showed no interest, shook his head, and said:

"What's the use of it? Can you fight the dragon with me? Or can you use the cart to rescue me when my life is dying?"

Nota was dumbfounded.

"Senior, what are you talking about?"

Luo Xia hurriedly coughed twice, and then replied:

"Ahem, it's nothing. I mean, it's not very good to keep a cat in the church. Besides, we can't even support ourselves now. How can we still take care of it? Should we give it to Aunt Mary?"

After hearing this, Nota suddenly drooped her emerald green eyes, showing that pitiful expression, and continued to beg:

"Senior, just let me raise it~ I promise to take good care of it and educate it well. I will definitely not cause trouble to the church, and maybe it can help us attract guests in the future?"

He even did not hesitate to use that kind of coquettish tone, which made Luo Xia's ears itch.

As she spoke, she held the little kitten to her chest and rubbed its round head with her cheek.

The little milk cat also seemed to like her very much, narrowed his eyes slightly, and rubbed his head against her chin in turn, making Nota giggle.

"Senior~Senior~ Please, look at how cute and clingy it is, I really can't bear to part with it."

But Rorschach's attitude still seemed to be very firm.

"It can't become a beautiful girl, how can it attract customers?"

Nota still refused to give up, hugged the little milk cat tightly in her arms, and threatened:

"Senior, if you want to drive it away, just drive me away together."

Luo Xia could only shake his head helplessly.

"You... well... forget it, you go and clean up the garden first."

"Thank you senior! I know that senior treats me the best!"

As soon as Nota heard this, she knew that Rorschach had basically acquiesced, and quickly jumped up happily, put down the little milk cat, and ran to clean the garden bouncing around.

In the church, only Rorschach and the little milk cat were left staring at each other.

The little milk cat seemed to be very afraid of Rorschach, and wanted to run away.

But how could its short limbs match Rorschach's speed? In the blink of an eye, Rorschach grabbed the back of the neck, brought it up in front of him, and said in a low voice:

"Hehe, the person who wanted to protect you has already left, and now no one can protect you..."

The little milk cat hastily raised a pair of small paws, revealing its pink pads, as if it was demonstrating, but it was more like raising its hands in surrender.

Fortunately, Nota had just walked into the garden, and suddenly remembered something, and ran back to the church quickly, saying in a hurry:

"Senior, I want to buy some goat milk first, so I will use my own money..."

Before she could finish her words, she was stunned by the scene in front of her.

Luo Xia in front of him was holding the little kitten in both hands, bringing it to his face, and rubbing his cheeks against its soft fur. The little kitten wanted to resist but didn't dare, so he could only let him run amok and do whatever he wanted ...