Part 5 The Red Priestess Chapter 151 A Different Dilemma
Seeing that her lady showed a marked interest in the legend of the ghostly figure, Anne glanced at the rest of the maids, who were preparing hot water, combs, and other things, and continued:
”The doctors and nurses wanted to ask the bishop of the church to say a mass, and the remaining sick people were strongly opposed to it, expecting to meet the ghostly figure, which they all called the ‘Clown Angel,’ saying that it was frighteningly like a specially dressed clown, but in reality it was an angel who solved the problem of sickness and torment. ”
”That’s an interesting title ……,” Audrey exclaimed with a light smile.
In the past, she would have been very interested in this, and would have been eager to go to that hospital through “dream travel” to keep watch once, to find out what the so-called “clown angels” were all about, but the outbreak of the war had made her mood lower, and she felt that there were too many serious and important things to do, so she really didn’t have the time to do anything. But the outbreak of the war had left her in a low mood, and she felt that she had too many serious and important things to do to be in the mood to find out.
In fact, if she hadn’t experienced the air raid and seen those who were injured, she would have felt that the war had never broken out, and that Beckland was at peace.
This was because after that air raid, the Rune Kingdom’s airship units went into the war, the air defense standards of the coastal cities were all raised, and Beckland never suffered another attack. Currently, the battle between Fusak and Rune was mainly concentrated in three places, one was the Amanda Mountain Range in Winter County, the second was the heavy industrial cities on the east coast of the Middle Sea, and the third was the several major ports on the coast of the Sunia Sea, and all of them were in a stalemate, and no one had taken too much advantage of them, even if there were some deaths and injuries, it also lacked too much substantial impact on Bekrand, except for the prices of goods began to rise, and the newspapers always had the news to report, the city seemed to have recovered in just a few days. In just a few days, the city seemed to have regained its peace.
But Audrey would not perceive it that way, her father and brother have been busy running around lately, always returning home late, or gathering a group of nobles, councilors, clergymen to have a private gathering at home, she learned the exact number of dead and wounded on the front line of Prize Harbor and Amanda through the other charitable organizations of the Church of the Dark Night, and even saw some photos of the battlefield, and she was trying to raise money, contacting the major pharmaceutical companies and regular hospitals in Hoping to organize things like war relief and charity medical care.
Who would have thought that the adventurer known for his madness would not only take out the extra food in the manor, but also donate an extra 7,000 pounds in cash …… Audrey sighed darkly and began to let the maid get busy on her own.
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Bridge South, Moonflower Street.
Emlyn White casually donated a £10 bill to a charity organization’s fundraiser, clicked his bowler hat on his head, walked up the steps, and entered the Harvest Church.
At this time, there was not a single worshipper inside the church, except for Father Utrafsky, who seemed like a half-giant, sitting at the very front and praying reverently.
Emlyn didn’t rush to change into his clerical robes, and sat down next to the priest, intending to say something, but after opening his mouth it turned into a “hey” laugh.
”It must be your standard Forsak looks and build that keeps those believers from coming over.” Emlyn looked at the altar in front of him and said in a seemingly casual manner.
Bishop Utravski lowered his hands and opened his eyes:
”I can understand them.”
”What’s the use of understanding? If the war had been a little more intense and the number of soldiers killed in action had been a little higher, maybe those believers would have flooded in here, burned down the church, and hanged you.” Emlyn said, still looking at the Holy Emblem of Life.
Father Utravski shook his head with a small amplitude:
”No, they won’t, they sincerely believe in the Mother Goddess, they won’t burn down the church, at most they will expel me. If I show that I have renounced my Vrsak citizenship, there will always be people who will understand me and accept me.”
Emlyn said with a “tsk” and without moving his eyes:
”What if Fennebot joins the war and attacks the Ruin lands in the Gulf of Dixie?
”What if the Church of the Earth Mother Goddess called all the clergy to be enemies of Ruen?
”Will you follow the Church’s orders and turn your back on the believers here, or will you pretend you know nothing and continue to preach that life is precious and the harvest is good, as you are doing now, or, will you simply organize those believers and make them enemies of their own countrymen, proving the faith with blood and sacrifice?”
Bishop Utravski looked slowly toward the altar and the holy emblem of life on it, and did not speak for a long time.
Emlyn also did not ask another question, and became as silent as the priest.
The whole Harvest Church was silent.
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On a colonial island, Alger Wilson, who had not yet had time to return to Pasu Island, did not leave the Blue Avenger based on the principle of prudence, but only sent his sailors ashore in turns to inquire about information.
”Captain, there’s still no news coming from the one who summoned us.” One of the sailors, with a strong smell of alcohol, reported to Alger about today’s harvest.
Alger waved his hand, allowing this subordinate to exit the room before frowning slightly and muttering silently to himself:
”The church seems to be a little less concerned about this war ah ……”
In Alger’s cognition, this should be a fierce, widespread war, as the aggressor, the Storm Church will certainly mobilize all the forces to defeat the enemy, including driving the “captains” scattered on the sea, giving the corresponding tasks, but until now, Alger did not wait for the order from Pasu Island.
This is not to say that the Church of the Storm has been negligent, the active church forces within the Ruen army, the high-altitude defense of the major cities, the various activities of demigods all show that the Church of the Storm is seriously fighting against the aggression of the Fusak Empire, but just not enough to fight hard enough.
”Could it be the reason that it’s still in the early stages of the war? The Church wants to retain some of its power until the critical moment?” Aljak restrained his inner levity and waited up for further information.
By nightfall, another group of sailors returned, this time with news that had nothing to do with the war.
”Captain, there seems to be some kind of monster lurking on this island, a lot of pirates said that after drinking too much, when they went out to pee, they encountered terrible things, some of them were slapped hard by the branches of trees, some saw fruits growing on their bodies, which were all full of blood and meat, and some of them encountered long, skinny ghostly figures full of wheat grains ……” A still-sober sailor described the rumors he had inquired about.
The ghostly legend …… Alger, with no thought of finding out the truth, nodded and solemnly admonished:
”Don’t go out and about at night.”
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After Beckland and Prize Harbor became weird stories, Klein never went back to those hospitals for fear of directly encountering Charlatan’s secret puppets.
With his “writhing hunger” and ability to “travel”, he expanded the scope of his horror legends, sometimes in the Sunyan Sea, sometimes in the Sea of Mists, sometimes to Lemberg, sometimes to Feneport, sometimes in the East and West Byron, the Highland Valley, etc., and not observing any regularity, but depending on the whim of the moment, some cities would be visited two or three times repeatedly, others once and never again ventured into.
This process, Klein inexplicably had a strange feeling, that is, the horror of the darkness stretched out an invisible tentacle, or tracing their own whereabouts, or try to anticipate, in advance to do the interception, silent and cold, once entangled in them, the result is unimaginable.
Klein knew that this might be the “search” from Charatu, the best thing he could do was to stop playing for the time being, hibernate and wait, but it was also this subtle feeling that made him want to digest the magic potion as soon as possible, so he used the power of the gray fog – every time he randomly chose a target location, Klein would first go above the gray mist to divine the level of danger and use the paper man angel to interfere.
At this moment, the digestive level of his “teleportation” to the city of Kukwa in the Uttar Pradesh state of West Byron.
This was the place where he killed Ince Zangwill and avenged himself and his captain.
As soon as he appeared in the White Feather Plaza, Klein suddenly noticed a slight abnormality.
The general’s mansion in front that belonged to Mesangyes was too quiet, so quiet that it made one’s back chill and his hairs stand up in sweat.
–Mesangyes was the indigenous general who had purchased arms from Dawn Dantes before, and was himself an extraordinary person of the “Death” pathway, with the Church of Knowledge behind him.
What’s going on? Klein frowned slightly, considering whether to go in to confirm the situation, after all, that is his “partner”.
Moreover, it would be a good opportunity to play the role of a weak enemy. Klein had just done a self-assessment, and thought that if he could create a few more horror legends with a Saint-level demigod as the protagonist, his “Trickster Mage” potion would be almost digested.
Of course, the premise of everything is safe, must be cautious and careful …… Klein let the secret puppet Chunus Colgate into the appearance of Dawn Dantes, while pulling out a gold coin.
This time, he got the revelation that there was little danger.
Strange …… Klein was not careless, his body steeply vaporized into shadows and disappeared into the darkness of the night, while the Secret Puppet Qunus Colg, wearing the face of Dawn Dantes, slowly walked towards the mansion of Mesangyes.
–This is the “shadow hiding” of “Creeping Hunger” itself.
As for the other secret puppet of Klein, Nyuni, he was waiting almost 1 kilometer away, and the “rats” belonging to this puppet were separated from the puppet by almost 1 kilometer, but they were unable to make any movements.
Soon, Dawn Dantes arrived at the front door of the general’s mansion, and opened the “spiritual line” of vision.
What appeared in his eyes was a messy “growth” of thin black illusory threads, which seemed to come from different people, but with a clearly similar “breath”.
The normal “spiritual threads” did not exist at all.
Dawn Dantes was silent for a few seconds, reached out her right hand, and pushed open the unclosed door.
The scene inside was different from what Klein remembered, the gold leaf wrapped around the pillars, the gold statues inlaid on the walls, and the magnificent staircase were rubbed together like a giant hedgehog with a single golden spike, while the floor was covered with one sharp stone pillar after another, and there was broken glass everywhere.
In addition to all of this, the hall was filled with more and more illusory bookshelves that weren’t real enough to be real, and in different places on the shelves hid a streak of black shadows that, at certain times, curled up and stretched out, like an eye.
As the main door opened, the streaks of liquid-like black shadows steeply came to life, each emitting the same sound:
”It is you!
”I was right in my prediction, you are the one who helped me out of my troublesome predicament!”