When Reynolds smiled, his smile was always gentle and gentle. It was the most standard kind of smile, and no one could find fault with it.
However, George felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart when he saw that smile. Even his back felt slightly cold.
Maybe I'm too tired that I'm hallucinating. This young priest is such a good person!
Anyway, I'll come over tomorrow morning to donate the money before I go to the construction site. I can't lie to a good person like him!
George did not think too much about it. He said goodbye to Reynolds and limped back to his house.
That night, he slept soundly. It had been a long time since he woke up, and he was not disturbed by nightmares at all.
So he quickly packed up and rushed to Mia's Church with the money.
Truth be told, he did not have to go to the church at all. After all, services like confessions were free in name and donations were all voluntary. Besides, he was not a follower of Mia's cult. Even if he did not go, no one would say anything about it.
However, he instinctively felt that if he did not keep his promise, something bad might happen to him.
And he really did not want to lie to the kind priest.
When he arrived at the church, he saw that the young priest was training the kittens. He forced them to form a line and waved a paddle in his hand, making the kittens follow his rhythm and meow.
Cats can be so obedient too?
George was a little confused, but then he thought about it. There was no lack of sorcerers in the world who used cats as their magical pets or familiars. So it was not surprising that priests, who were as mysterious as sorcerers, had mastered similar skills.
Besides, this young priest was really something. Before yesterday, he did not believe that a simple jog could make him relax and fall asleep peacefully.
When Reynolds noticed that there were guests, he ended his morning training and encouraged the kittens.
"You guys have to work hard! We don't have many people here, so we're counting on you guys to help us out … "
"In my hometown, cats are very magical creatures. They can cook, clean, mine, and fight with terrifying dragons. They can even send their severely injured owners back to their campsites on handcarts. They can even transform into cute, beautiful girls!"
"So, you have to believe in yourselves. As long as you work hard, you can do it. Didn't someone with such poor talent like me learn the divine arts?"
After Reynolds finished speaking, he waved his hand to signal for the kittens to disperse and walked towards George.
George hurriedly handed him ten silver coins and promised to come back at night. However, he did not mention anything about joining the church. He turned around and left in a hurry.
Reynolds wasn't in a hurry. This person couldn't run away. Once he was addicted to the thrill of exercise, it wouldn't be easy to stop. Just like himself, if he didn't exercise every day, he would feel that something was missing in his life.
The old bishop, on the other hand, was more cunning. Every time Reynolds asked him to train with him, he would always use all kinds of excuses to refuse.
For the next three days, George would come over every night and bring money with him. However, Reynolds did not cast any more magic spells on him. He only asked George to do what he could and not try to be brave and hurt himself.
Training was, after all, one's own business. What one relied on was one's own body. If one relied on divine arts, how could it be called training?
Although George did not run as well as he did on the first night, the results were not bad. The worries in his heart began to lessen. He could sleep soundly every night and was much more energetic during the day.
Everything was going well. He even planned to tell a few of his friends who were also experiencing a midlife crisis to run with him and then find a suitable opportunity to join Mia's church.
Unfortunately, George did not come on the fourth night.
On the morning of the fifth day, Reynolds suddenly received news of his death.
The news was brought by Undine. George had died in his own house.
"I'm sorry. I've been so busy recently that I didn't have time to visit you. Who would've thought that something like this would happen to me today?"
"Let's talk about the details on the way," Undine said softly.
She threw another twenty silver coins into the gift box. Half of it was a gift for moving into the new house and the other half was Reynolds's salary for the day.
On the way there, she briefly explained the case.
According to the neighbor's description, George was acting a little strange yesterday. He came home early from the construction site and locked himself in his room. He did not go out for a run at night. His face, which had obviously improved in the past few days, became gloomy again.
In the end, he died in front of his desk that night. Then, he lived alone. It was only when the servant came to clean the house that they found that he seemed to be writing a letter to someone. However, the letter had turned into ashes and was scattered everywhere. It was as if he had burned it himself.
"Have you informed his family?"
Renault asked.
"His wife has a boy toy outside and the child is not her own. His parents have passed away long ago and he has not contacted any other relatives for many years. We don't know who to inform at the moment."
"What a pitiful man."
Undine couldn't help but sigh. She then said, "That's right.
"I heard from his neighbor that he has been coming to your church a lot recently and has been getting a lot of relief and guidance. You seem to be trying to turn him into a believer? "
Reynolds nodded and said truthfully.
"He wanted to invite a few more friends to join the church, but this happened."
"He may have all kinds of small problems and used some competitive business methods, but he still shouldn't have died like this."
While the two of them were chatting, they soon arrived at George's residence. His body was still in its original state, lying on the desk. There was an empty bottle of wine beside it.
He was only wearing pajamas. There were no visible wounds and no bleeding. Even his expression before death was very calm. There were no signs of sudden illness at all. His death was very strange, so the case was handed over to Undine for investigation.
As soon as Reynolds stepped into the bedroom, he immediately felt something. He quickly walked behind the body and reached out to tear open his pajamas, revealing his back that had begun to show black spots.
Reynolds then cast the Divine Insight spell, causing his eyes to light up like a flashlight, projecting two light spots on the back of the corpse.
As his gaze swept across the body, a dark green pattern suddenly appeared on the back of the body.
It was a pattern of a dagger piercing through the heart, right at the position of the heart.
Reynolds did not need to speak. Even Undine, who was beside him, recognized this notorious pattern.
"This is … a level five evil curse, Heart-Stealing Piercing!"
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