"Aren't you going to stop them?" Angor asked as he looked at the people who were about to leave the town.
"They made their own choices. They have to bear the consequences," Alex said coldly.
"If you don't stop them, they'll cause more casualties. If the townspeople find out what's going on, things will get out of control," Angor said.
He could already imagine how the townspeople would assume that leaving the town was the cause of their deaths. When that happened, panic would spread, and everyone would realize that they were caged birds. No one could predict what would happen next.
"Tear away the calm facade, and you'll see what's behind it," Angor said.
He was sure that Alex knew what was going to happen, but he was still not doing anything. Under his calm and indifferent state of mind, there was actually a restless heart that was ready to make a move.
"I need to break the facade, and the cage will see the exit," Alex said in a soft voice.
Angor didn't answer. He kept looking at the people leaving the town. Suddenly, he raised an eyebrow. "Looks like you won't be able to break the facade now."
Alex looked in the direction of the voice, only to see a group of knights on horses stopping the people who were leaving.
Angor didn't know what they said, but the people who were leaving decided to go back the way they came.
"If it's not a coincidence, then the pair of hands hiding in the dark still wants to pretend that everything's fine." The corners of Alex's mouth curled up into a smile. "Although it's not the result I want to see, it's still a variable."
With that, Alex left the watchtower and walked out of the church in his neat and tidy robe.
He greeted the terrified townspeople with a smile and comforted them with the teachings from the scriptures. No one could imagine that this man almost pushed the townspeople into the abyss of darkness not long ago.
Alex followed the main road until he reached the patrolling area of the knight guards.
With a friendly smile on his face, he walked up and talked to someone. The person he talked to was the knight who stopped the people leaving the town.
After a while, Alex left with a smile on his face.
When there was no one around, Alex put away his smile and returned to his expressionless face.
"Yes, someone did instruct them to intercept him. The reason used was that a pack of wolves was found on the way to the Holy City. Knight Raven's missing corpse was most likely eaten by a pack of wolves. "Alex paused for a moment, his eyes filled with ridicule." Pack of wolves? Maybe there really is a pack of wolves, but it's hard to say if they are real wolves. "
"Did you find out who ordered you to do this?" Angor's figure slowly emerged from the darkness.
Alex said, "It was the sheriff who told the knights about the wolves. However, I don't think the sheriff is the one who wants to whitewash things. "
Once, he snuck into the sheriff's house in Gooste to find out more information. So he knew something about the sheriff. In Angor's opinion, the sheriff was a bit arrogant. But he never did anything bad to the townspeople, so he was barely qualified for the job.
But Angor did not believe that this man was the same as the "Dark Hand".
"If it wasn't the sheriff, then who was it?"
"With the sheriff's arrogant personality, it's hard for him to listen to the opinions of his subordinates. There are only two people who can influence his decision. One is the real lord of Gooste, Viscount Vega. The other is … Father Brumlang. "Alex lowered his eyebrows." I just asked Viscount Vega. He didn't leave his house today. Father Brumlang left early in the morning and went to see the sheriff. "
In other words, Father Brumlang was the one who stopped these people from leaving.
Compared to Alex's powerful aura, Father Balenlang's aura was as weak as a firefly's. He did not even have a sense of presence.
However, as things progressed, Father Brumlang's presence grew stronger and stronger.
Everyone in Gooste was ignorant. Father Brumlang, on the other hand, seemed to have seen through something.
"I still don't think Father Brumlang is an undead manipulator," Alex suddenly said on their way back to the church.
"I don't know if he's an undead manipulator, but it's obvious that he's trying to put up a false front."
According to this logic, the one thing that Father Brunlang was most dedicated to, other than whitewashing, was brainwashing Alex. In that case, Alex might really be related to the Confinement. If the Confinement was a prison, no one else was important. Perhaps the only person the prison really wanted to imprison was Alex.
Angor was getting more and more interested.
He only wanted to test the door's effect, but he didn't expect to witness such an interesting scene.
His original plan was to return to Dark Castle first if he couldn't find the location. As a wizard, he could always find a way to locate it. Even if he couldn't, he still had Dodoro.
However, after witnessing such a dramatic scene, Angor suddenly wanted to see how it would end.
Alex returned to the Church of Kruje with a solemn expression. The church was brightly lit. Father Brumlang stood in front of the statue of God the Father and spoke of suffering, salvation, and hope in a compassionate tone.
Whether they believed it or not, everyone was reading the scripture together with Father Brumlang.
Alex didn't immediately ask Father Bollenlang for an explanation. Instead, he quietly watched the scene in front of him. He didn't recite the scripture, nor did he show any pity. He had the same expression as the statue of God the Father in the church, one in front and one behind, like a real God, emotionlessly staring at all living beings.
The wait wasn't peaceful at all.
Alex heard someone running around on the street outside the church. Angor went outside to check and saw another dead man.
And this time, it wasn't just anyone.
With a bang, the sweaty sheriff pushed open the church door. Under the panicked eyes of the believers, the sheriff didn't say anything. He quickly walked to Father Bollenlang's side and whispered something in his ear.
Father Bollenlang's pupils suddenly shrank. After a while, he nodded gently to the sheriff with pale lips. He then said to the believers, "Due to some matters, I need to leave temporarily. You can continue to recite the scripture in the church. I believe that under the gaze of God the Father, all darkness will be dispelled. "
Despite Brumlang's words, the worshippers didn't calm down at all. The fear in their eyes and expressions spoke volumes of their uneasiness.
Brumlang didn't explain. He sighed and quickly followed the sheriff away.
"I'm coming too," Alex whispered as he walked past the sheriff.
Brumlang looked at Alex and saw a different look in Alex's eyes. In the end, he nodded. "Let's go."
…
The sheriff was sweating profusely because of the death this time.
It was because the people who died were Viscount Vega's wife and his son and daughter.
When they arrived at Viscount Vekal's mansion, it was already a mess. Viscount Vekal was kneeling in front of his ancestor's statue in the courtyard, his hands hugging his three heads as he muttered to himself in pain.
The steward painfully told them that because of the series of murders in the town, Viscount Vega rested in his own secret room last night and slept all the way until noon. When he came out of the secret room, he saw that almost everyone in the mansion was dead.
Only then did Alex realize that apart from Viscount Vega, a total of 18 lives, including the maids, had ended in the mansion. The butler, on the other hand, went to the town last night to find a place for his parents to stay, which saved him from death.
The sheriff was stunned when he learned that there were 18 dead people. It wasn't just about human lives, but also the viscount's family members!
While the sheriff was worrying about his future, Father Brumlang's lips were pale, and his limbs were trembling.
"Are you alright?" Alex stepped forward and helped Father Brumlang.
Father Brumlang didn't respond, but he whispered, "It's over … It's over …"
The butler, who was standing closest to them, also heard Father Brumlang's words and asked in confusion, "What's over?"
Without waiting for Father Brumlang to answer, Alex said, "Viscount Vega's emotions haven't calmed down yet. If we go and recite the funeral now, it may make the viscount even more agitated. Moreover, Father Brumlang is also grieving because he saw so many of the Father's people suffering, so he certainly can't carry out the funeral. "
"Let everyone calm down first."
After saying that, Alex helped Father Brumlang to a remote corner, as if he wanted to calm Father Brumlang down.
Since Alex said that, the butler could only nod in agreement.
On the other side, Alex took Father Brumlang to a small garden. Because something big happened in the viscount's mansion, there were no servants to trim the flowers. Apart from the almost dazzling flowers, there was no one else.
"Father Brunlang, I think it's time for us to have a chat." Alex put Bran Lang down on the bench and walked to the other side of the room, his back against the light.
Father Brumlang seemed to still be immersed in his own emotions, but the repeated "It's over" in his mouth stopped. Obviously, he also heard Alex's words.
"Before we talk about other things, can you explain why you keep saying … It's over?"
"What's over? Is it over? Is it over? Is it over? Or … "
The Confinement is over.
Alex swallowed the last sentence and didn't immediately reveal his cards. Instead, he quietly waited for Father Brumlang's response.
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