franphil Chapter 106 An Inescapable Nightmare
Chapter 106 An Inescapable Nightmare
Chapter 106 An Inescapable Nightmare
Backlund, North District.
Before Chael could even return to St. Samuel's Cathedral, he was blocked on his way by the Singer of God, who was bound to arrive sooner or later.
The old man glanced at the "Eye of the Wind" (a Wind-Clad Trait) hanging under Chael's trench coat, and at the noticeably wider shadow behind him, his silver eyes sharpening.
When did the Church of the Night begin training "Secret Prayers"?
Looking at the black and red clergy on Shael's body, "Singer of God" temporarily suppressed his impulse and did not make a move.
"I'm the only one right now."
"The church has other, better options than the cryptic inquisitors."
Chael gazed calmly at the demigod flying in the air.
If it weren't nighttime, this would be a serious violation of the church's principle of secrecy and confidentiality.
What? The rules are set by the church? Is this the archbishop of the Storm Church? Then it's alright.
"Is that the corpse you're dragging, Ziringus?"
As the "Singer of God" spoke, he pressed down lightly, and a gust of wind ruffled the shadow beneath Xia'er's feet, revealing the "corpse" shrouded in shadow.
"I think so, although I didn't see the 'wriggling hunger'."
Xia Er wanted to piece the pieces of flesh off Zilingus's face back together, but she worried that the old man in front of her wouldn't be able to accept this kind of art made of flesh and blood.
"What did you see?"
Although the "Singer of God" was displeased, he did not retrieve the sealed artifact formed from the extraordinary characteristics of "Hurricane General," but instead inquired about the specific details.
"I heard some noise, and when I went to check, he was already a corpse."
Xia Er said she didn't see anything.
The "Singer of God" narrowed his eyes, finding this quite reasonable; it would be abnormal if Shael could see it.
At this moment, figures emerged from the surrounding darkness.
The Archbishop of the Church of Storms glanced at the night watchmen and left.
"What happened here?"
Daly Simone walked over to Chael and asked.
She was accompanied by some members of the night watch team.
"It's nothing serious."
"Found a corpse."
Chael smiled at Daly.
"Whose body?"
Daly looked at Xia Er thoughtfully and asked.
"Hurricane Admiral"
As he spoke, Xia Er waved his hand and fanned himself, the "Eye of the Wind" lit up, and a gentle breeze blew his hair and the corner of his clothes, making him look radiant.
The other night watchmen were shocked, and at the same time, they thought he was putting on an act.
"1 pounds is not a big deal."
Where did you find it?
Dai Li glared at Xia Er with annoyance and signaled the Night Watchers behind her to back down. Xia Er had handled the work of so many people all by himself. What was most infuriating was that this guy didn't look like a wolf-fox at all.
"Let me think...it's the artificial lake at the border of North End and Queens."
As Chael and Daly explained, they walked toward St. Samuel's Cathedral.
After returning to the church.
He went directly to Bishop Elektra.
Bishop Elektra had already received the news and was at a loss for words to comment on Chael's "luck." Chael was returning to the West End and, not wanting to take a detour, would inevitably pass through the Queens. As a "listener," he was even more sensitive to his surroundings. With all these factors combined, he managed to snag a small bargain.
"Mr. Maynard, you always seem to be able to..."
Bishop Elektra didn't know what to say. After all, he'd been like that before when he was a night watchman; what a profession...
You'll see something, it's almost inevitable.
"Sir, let's put these formalities aside for now."
"Is this part of my spoils?"
Shael took out the "Eye of the Wind" hanging from his waist. In order not to hand it over, he deliberately guided its nascent extraordinary characteristics into a sealed object.
"Of course, you're very lucky."
Bishop Elektra's tone was somewhat complicated. He clearly didn't care about that high-sequence Death Path and was too lazy to wait for the extraordinary characteristics to be extracted so that Xia'er could pick up the scraps.
"Then the 'Hurricane Admiral's' bounty of 1 pounds in Loen, plus the bounties in other countries, adds up to nearly 2 pounds?"
As Xia Er spoke, her eyes darted around nimbly.
"Of course it's yours too. As long as you're not afraid, that high-sequence Death Path will come after you."
Bishop Elektra gave him a similar look.
"Then let the church handle it for me."
"I hope the church will use these 20,000 copies to strengthen the construction of free night schools, so that more children who yearn for knowledge can receive a certain education."
"Considering that some families are struggling financially and children find it difficult to even spare time in the evenings, I hope to use this money to establish scholarships or corresponding subsidies to provide some assistance to those in need."
Without much hesitation, Xia Er spoke up directly.
This amount of money, converted to RMB 500 million, is enough to improve basic education in a region.
"Mr. Maynard, you've surprised me once again."
"Can I know why you did this?"
Bishop Elektra was taken aback; he hadn't expected that Chael hadn't left him anything at all.
Yesterday, a little girl gave me a flower with the money she earned herself.
I also want to give her a flower in return.
Chael drew a crimson moon on her chest.
He will naturally reciprocate when others give him gifts.
"Praise beauties, goddess."
The bishop was very pleased and drew a crimson moon on his chest.
"Praise beauties, goddess."
Chael was equally pleased.
All he did was move Zilingus's body to the church in the North District, and they even thought he got the short end of the stick. What a lovely bunch of guys.
The body was handed over to the Church of the Night.
Chael returned to his residence, closed the door, and sat down in a chair.
He considered whether to report this to Mr. Fool, but considering that Mr. Fool liked mystery, he decided to reduce the communication and let Mr. Fool continue to immerse himself in this mystery.
Tingen City.
A vast dream maze has been woven.
"Catastrophe" Shael stayed in the City of Miracles in his dream, watching Dunn Smith, the nightmare demon, who had inadvertently entered his dream and then left without being noticed.
He held the sealed artifact 0-08, on which he wrote, "This is a nightmare from which there is no escape; only fools can survive."
There are houses with red bacon in the suburbs of Tingen.
Ince Zangwell put down his ordinary quill pen and looked at the story he had written.
"Lanius originally did not intend to hold the evil ritual of praying to the 'True Creator' to send offspring, but because of John..."
Councilman Maynard, along with the night watchman, and pressured by Bennett Maynard, decided to make Tingen pay for the father and son's folly.
Pay the price.
"Lanus has corrupted Hud Eugen, a Sequence 7 psychiatrist, by offering up his fiancée, intending to use her as a vessel to conceive the offspring of the 'True Creator'."
"The ritual of Lanluus was originally doomed to fail, but the kind-hearted Ince Zangwell secretly provided assistance, separating half of the collected characteristics of the descendants of the Grim Reaper and transplanting them into Megaos in advance, helping this woman to successfully complete her union with the projection of the god."