In the muddy swamp, there were all kinds of strange plants. Some of them looked like ordinary trees, and their crowns blocked the sunlight, but their roots were like human beings'. They had two legs covered with blood-red vines, and they drilled into the mud. There were many similar creatures, and each of them added countless mysterious and terrifying colors to the swamp.
Vicente was hiding behind a rock that was half the height of a man. The mud under his feet was dry and firm, and his nose was filled with a disgusting smell that made him dizzy.
At this time, he was sitting on the ground, not daring to move. His eyes were trembling as he looked in front of him. Above the black mud, a python as thick as a bucket was slithering towards him. Its eyes were like candlesticks, emitting an unusual green light. The terrifying vibe made all the surrounding swamp creatures stay away from it.
Vicente, who had been dealing with corpses for many years, was not a coward. Recently, he had even started dissecting corpses, so he was not a coward. However, his mind could not resist the terrifying vibe emitted by this unusual python. This was his body's instinctive reaction. For an ordinary person like him, who was not even a Knight squire or a Magic Apprentice, there was no way he could get rid of it.
His legs were weak, his whole body was shaking, and his teeth were chattering. Vicente wanted to turn around and run away, but he did not even have the strength to stand up. He could only watch the python approach him bit by bit.
In the past, he had never stayed in the swamp for so long. Usually, he would follow the familiar path and carefully look for special plants nearby, and then immediately return. This time, he had lived here for five days, and the fruits he picked along the way were almost finished. Therefore, it was natural that he encountered one of the most terrifying creatures in the swamp.
The black python approached Vicente leisurely, as if it was going to enjoy today's lunch. Gradually, the distance between them was getting shorter and shorter. Its strange skin was covered with patterns and scales, and the stench in its mouth was deeply imprinted in Vicente's mind.
When Vicente was desperate, the front half of the black python's body suddenly stood up. Its dark red tongue with a circle of green light was extending and retracting, and its pair of huge eyes were staring at the mud behind the rock.
After a few minutes, the black python turned around and ran away in a panic!
Vicente looked at this scene in disbelief. This terrifying giant python actually escaped just like that? I haven't done anything yet!
After a long while, Vicente looked at the mud behind the rock. Suddenly, an idea popped into his mind. Could it be that the magic book and the pale hand that I buried scared the monster away? But they're still in the mud! "
Gradually, he had a guess. Perhaps the black anaconda's senses were much stronger than his and had touched the "aura of death."
Perhaps, in its eyes, this side of the stone had already become the underworld or hell!
After Vicente recovered, he tried his best to resist the urge to dig out the magic book. He followed the secret path he discovered and walked out of the swamp.
Half a day later, he quietly hid at the edge of the swamp, but there were no familiar marks on the trees.
"Could it be that the matter is so troublesome that even the baron cannot guarantee it?" Vicente thought in frustration. After all, it was standard evil to be caught desecrating a corpse before the results were out. Even if one was not a sorcerer, they would be tied to the stake.
He sighed and decided to wait for another five days, so he returned to the swamp and collected food along the way.
…
"What? Shirley is dead? "Baron Brenzell looked at the night watcher in front of him as if he were still in a dream.
The night watcher had two big eyes, a broad forehead, and a mouth full of canine teeth. When he was silent, he gave the impression that he was an honest man. But when he spoke, he bared his canine teeth and looked extremely ferocious. Therefore, Baron Brenzell felt that he was in a nightmare when he saw this appearance.
Crazy Hound drew a cross in front of his chest and said, "Yes, she was killed by divine power in order to keep the secret of evil sorcerers."
"You're crazy! Crazy! You're torturing her! "The baroness screamed first.
Baron Brenzell kept his sanity. He stared at the night watcher and said, "So, Shirley didn't say anything. That is to say, she was still a pure believer before she died. You have no proof!"
The fury in his chest was burning fiercely. Even if he had to kill himself in front of the Cocus Gate, he had to prove to the Grand Duke and all the nobles that the Church's night watchers were crazy, and they had to be eliminated!
Crazy Hound drew the cross again. "The Lord told us that only the power of the devil could make her survive the torture and not confess anything. And only the power of the devil could make her die before she was about to confess and keep the secret. Therefore, there is no doubt that your daughter was lured by the devil and had an affair with a sorcerer."
"Crazy … You're crazy …" Hearing the unreasonable words, Baron Brenzell felt that this world was unreal. He did not roar, refute, or attack.
Crazy Hound chuckled and said, "Based on this, we have reason to suspect that you're colluding with sorcerers. The fact that you agreed to let Shirley marry Vicente, the evil sorcerer, is the proof. Please come back to the inquisition with us. This is the will of the Lord and the order of the bishops."
"What?" Baron and Baroness Brenzell felt that the world was falling apart. Before they could digest the terrible news of their only daughter's tragic death, they ran into crazy night watchers again.
The night watchers rushed forward and caught the baron and Baroness Brenzell.
"No, let go of us! We're nobles!"
"We're nobles!"
… …
In a villa in the city, Andrew and his two companions were listening to the report, dumbfounded.
"How is it possible? How can Shirley die? "
"They have no proof, and they just caught the baron and his wife like this?"
"They … They can do the same to us in the future …"
Their faces were extremely pale, and their bodies began to tremble. Their "false accusation" against Vicente seemed to have attracted a monster that was even more terrifying than a devil. It was the night watchers named Pure Faith!
… …
"Humph, their bones are not as hard as their daughter's." The interrogator walked out with a creepy smile.
"Is there a good result?" Crazy Hound asked anxiously.
The interrogator nodded, "A few years ago, when the Battle of Aalto was in a stalemate, they secretly contacted a certain sorcerer. However, after the Liege of Death was killed by His Holiness, they cut off the connection."
"Very good. It means that our way of fighting evil works very well. We've dug out the baron and his wife, who are the hidden fallen ones." Crazy Hound was very proud of his method of catching people first and then interrogating them to find evidence. He believed that the night watchers had the most devout belief, and they could directly identify the fallen ones without any external evidence. Therefore, this style of work was most suitable for them. Of course, it was also convenient for them to make contributions.
The interrogator chuckled, "I've been dissatisfied with those wavering nobles for a long time."
"Hang their daughter's body on the stake for a week and see if it can lure Vicente out," Mad Hound said with a hideous grin. "As for them, I think the executioner can't wait any longer."
… …
Andrew was anxiously pacing back and forth in the hall, waiting for the news from Cocus. His two companions collapsed on the sofa. They could not accept the situation at all.
"Young master, Cocus sent a message, asking the nobles to restrain themselves." The steward walked in, panting.
Andrew suddenly stopped and collapsed on the sofa, "I knew it … I knew it …"
Maybe they did not see it clearly before, but after the night watchers took the baron and his wife away, they realized that even if all the nobles united, they still could not compete with the clergy and the night watchers of the Church.
Knock! Knock! Knock! Someone knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" The steward asked in surprise.
"I'm here for my payment." Crazy Hound showed up at the door.
Andrew and his companions jumped up in shock, "You?"
"What? You want to go back on your word? "Crazy Hound smiled kindly.
"No, no, this is the last payment." Andrew took out a purse full of Quintal.
Crazy Hound tossed the purse and weighed it in his hand, "Not bad. You're very sincere."
Then he said with a faint smile, "Thank you so much for this matter, Mr. Andrew. You've made us understand our own strength."
Then he turned around and left, leaving Andrew standing there like a stone statue. The wind blew through the open door, making Andrew feel cold both physically and mentally.
… …
A few days later, Vicente snuck out of the swamp again, but he still did not find the mark.
"Did something happen?" The more he thought about it, the more worried he became. He decided to go back and have a look.
Taking advantage of the darkness, he sneaked back to his own village. When he was about to "kidnap" a child, he suddenly heard two peasant women talking.
"Ah, poor Miss Shirley. I don't believe that she was lured by the devil …" Under the propaganda of the Church, even peasant women knew how to use the word "lured".
"Yes, Miss Shirley was so gentle and kind, just like an angel. That damn Vicente lied to her, or she wouldn't have died in the inquisition and been tied to the stake …" The other peasant woman echoed.
Dead, dead … Shirley was dead?
The news hit Vicente's head like a giant hammer. He was so dizzy that he almost fell out of his hiding place.
The conversation between the peasant women made him understand what happened. His face paled, and his eyes lost all color. He staggered back to the swamp, not knowing that there was anything else around him.
Maybe it was the blessing of the Goddess of Luck that he made it back to the swamp alive.
"No!" After a long time, a heart-wrenching scream came from the swamp. It was even more miserable than a wolf howling at the moon.
Vicente's face was covered with tears, and his eyes were burning with extreme hatred. He kneeled on the ground and dug the mud with his hands. Blood oozed out from his fingernails and dyed the mud red.
A few minutes later, two mysterious books with black covers and a pale hand appeared in Vicente's hands.
The rest of the expression on his face had faded away, leaving only numbness, desperation, and hatred.
… …
"He didn't come?" Crazy Hound secretly looked at the body on the stake.
The tamer smiled. "Such a simple trap. It's easy to see through. Sorcerers are all cunning."
"Poor girl. She valued relationships so much." Crazy Hound spread out his hands.
The stake was only used to purify the living, so it did not burn the body.
Many citizens were watching, and they despised this evil woman who had colluded with demons and sorcerers. Only a few people who knew Shirley secretly sighed, but they did not dare to defend her.
In the crowd, a man with a dark face looked at Shirley's body with love, pity, and self-blame. Then he gritted his teeth, turned around, and walked towards the city gate without looking back.
When he was out of the gate, he suddenly took off the cross he was wearing on his chest. He held it so tightly that the tip of the cross pierced through his palm, and blood stained the surface.
He calmly inserted the cross into the wall next to the city gate, and then he walked into the darkness unhurriedly.
I'll be back!
I'll be back to bring you back to life!
I'll be back with death and destruction!
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