Chapter 253 Documentary Records

"According to the throne's order, I, the purple-robed Bishop Bohema, and my squire Slade visited Saint Mored who was reclusive in Sasha and tried to inquire about the recent rumors about the treasure under the Nidalee River.

The following text records our experience.

Morede is a determined man. When we saw him, we immediately saw an unusual brilliance from him, and we were convinced of the rumors about him. He did more than the Father asked for the Son of Man, and therefore received more favor and honor.

He built his hut by the river, not communicating with people, but only with wild animals. When we first meet him, he is silently carving a mourning cross, but not for whom. The crosses had filled his hut, and the largest number on them was alarming. But we have heard no recent rumors of war or plague spreading around here.

As requested by the throne, we asked him about the treasure, but he did not answer a word.

We thought this was a tacit consent, so we hired people from nearby settlements to do it for us, and passed the order to mobilize the Order to our brothers in the Order of the Dawn. At that time, many adventurers had gathered here to dig, and the treasure could be taken away by these abominable scum at any time. If there really is a treasure here, it will undoubtedly be better and more beneficial to the world if it falls into the hands of the church than these people have.

However, after learning about this incident, Saint Mored showed disapproval. Only then did we know his bottom line. He allowed us to get closer, but did not allow us to dig the ground beneath his feet.

Knowing that we have to figure this out no matter what, Saint Morad opens his mouth to us and we see an empty mouth, without tongue and teeth. It turns out that before us, there were adventurers who also believed that the legendary treasure was buried in his hermitage. Some people respected him and did not disturb him, but some people tried to use violence to destroy the saint. Giving in and telling everything about the treasure, they did not succeed.

The saints are not literate and can only communicate with us through gestures, which makes communication very inefficient. We asked the local guides about the thugs, and they told us in awe that the thugs were finally impressed by the courage and determination of the saints and did not come back here again.

What the thugs did to the saint was truly treasonous, but when we mentioned revenge afterwards, Mored expressed his unwillingness for us to pursue the matter. He had already forgiven them, and warned us with gestures not to be angry about it, but to always Maintain a loving heart like the sun.

Because the treasure is not real, actions motivated by greed will only fail.

The saints believed that what was buried deep under the earth was not a treasure, but it was also not an existence suitable to be exposed to the world. The mourning cross he carved seems to have been made for what lies beneath.

We therefore hypothesized that it might be an ancient battlefield.

On the fifteenth day of the meeting, the saint's tongue and teeth grew back due to the grace of the Heavenly Father. We did not see the light of the miracle. Everything happened in secret, as if he had become the miracle itself. This kind of miracle makes us deeply moved and admired from the bottom of our hearts. He can finally speak and tell us that he has decided to bury his body here in the future. He implores us to build a sanctuary here to avoid those profit-seeking people. The people who come here disturb the sleep of the deceased, and also guard against dark wizards with ulterior motives taking advantage of this place.

I promised him privately, and then wrote a letter with the results of the investigation here and sent it back to the throne. I believe the answer will come soon.

However, Saint Mored will continue to live in seclusion here, and when the sanctuary is established, I will take my crown and become his first follower."

Creighton frowned as he read the private records left by the local first diocese bishop.

As far as the content is concerned, it seems that Reverend Lewis did not hide much, but the matter became even more confusing.

It seems that Saint Mored made an extremely large number of mourning crosses and was always secretive about the things underground. This concealment makes people begin to unconsciously imagine the things below.

If the sage does not intend to let things under the ground appear, then how does he know what is under the ground?

Clayton put the parchment scroll back, restoring its positions one by one, and then turned back to the alchemy room.

"Do you know what abilities the saints of the White Sect have? For example, clairvoyance?"

Julius didn't look back when he heard his employer's name, Ian, and answered while twisting a few hay leaves: "I don't know much about it. I only know that they are canonized based on merit. Sometimes ordinary people may also be canonized." Canonization. Not every saint has supernatural power. As for clairvoyance, I have never heard of anyone from the church possessing this power.”

"Then can a wizard be a saint of the White Sect?" Clayton asked.

This question was so shocking that both Julius and Donna dropped what they were doing and turned around.

"Why do you think so?"

"Because I know a sect of white wizards named Benandanti. They seem to have a very close relationship with the church and will even serve the priesthood for free."

Benandanti, Clayton knew this name from the Wolf Walker Marshall, because Marshall was a member of Benandanti, and he later read the book to learn about this group.

It may seem strange that a wizard would collaborate with the Priesthood, since the Priesthood believes that all power is due to God, and that even the laws of nature were created by the Father. Spellcasters usually believe that if they master the laws, they have mastered everything, and the world does not need gods. The two are usually incompatible in terms of concepts.

But considering that wizards are still humans and will not be repulsed by the power of miracles, the possibility of their cooperation will naturally not be zero.

"Saint Mored, who lived here at the time, knew what was buried underground before digging the land here, but he refused to say anything, but he was very sure that the things underground would be used by dark wizards, and there were many dead people. .Louis didn’t lie to us about that.”

"The range is too big. Dark wizards can use anything." Julius said irritably.

Donna nodded in agreement.

"Then there's nothing I can do. This is all the information."

Clayton leaned against the door and lowered his head and thought for a few seconds: "You should be able to prepare all the medicine the day after tomorrow, okay?"

"Definitely."

"Then we will set off again the day after tomorrow. If it fails, it means that Donna's guess is correct. Let's turn the swamp upside down."

The next day, Marietta finally woke up.

Selanne was the first to notice her opening her eyes, then jumped up and spread the news throughout the building.

This good news immediately enlivened the atmosphere in the room, and even Perot, who disliked Selani the most, couldn't help but smile at her. This was not only the joy of saving a precious life, but also because Marietta's awakening meant that they had to start again.

Everyone gathered in the attic to interact with her one by one.

Clayton was the last one to arrive because he went out to inquire for information. When he arrived, Selanie was already chasing people out.

"Get out of here and stop disturbing her. She just woke up and still needs to rest."

She waved her arms, but when she saw Clayton, who was taller than the door and had to lower his head to let the doorframe frame him, her movements subconsciously stopped and stiffened, not knowing whether to drive him away or let him enter the room.

Clayton did not enter the door, but lowered his head and held the door frame and asked in a low voice: "Can she still speak now?"

Seranie answered him awkwardly: "No, she fell asleep again."

Clayton nodded imperceptibly and stepped back.

When he turned around, he found Donna standing at the top of the stairs not far away, seemingly waiting for him.

Noticing Clayton's eyes, the girl hooked at him mysteriously. Clayton walked over in confusion. However, when he approached, Donna ran away again and stood at the bottom of the stairs and hooked at him again. hand.

Clayton had no choice but to walk over again.

"Why here?"

The girl pointed to the room where Mary slept and said solemnly: "Be quiet."

"Oh, okay." Clayton made sure it was far enough away and said in a normal voice: "What can I do for you?"

An ordinary fifteen-year-old girl's troubles are beyond his ability to solve, but Donna is not ordinary, so he is somewhat confident.

"When the guard knew that Miss Etta had woken up, he asked her who had attacked her and left after getting the answer." Donna stared into Clayton's eyes and said no more, as if she just wanted to inform him of this. thing and then wait for an evaluation from a veteran. However, Clayton hadn't figured out how to reply to her yet.

His niece suddenly spoke like a spy. Clayton was not used to this kind of communication.

But this state is also a good thing, at least Donna is no longer afraid of him.

After thinking for a while, he said: "He may have gone to notify the mayor. If Miss Aita wakes up, then she can personally tell the person who attacked her. This is more credible than our simple guess."

Donna was a little puzzled: "But we already knew the truth. Didn't Julius already explain the situation to these locals? He also showed them the wanted notice. Why did they ask the guards to ask again?"

Clayton bent down slightly, put his index finger in front of his lips and gave her a "shhh".

"Let's not mention the wanted warrant in the future."

"Why?"

"Because those who are wanted will no longer admit that they are wanted." Clayton took a few steps back and sat down on the steps, his eyes level with Donna: "Think about Butnu, our hometown. , is it true that any small thing, as long as it is worthy of praise, will soon spread throughout the town? "

Donna recalled the scene in her hometown and couldn't help but agree with this statement.

In Batnu, any old woman you meet can know the whole town's situation very well. News about whose chicken died spreads faster than a person's obituary.

"Yes, it's probably the same in Gevo. If the locals know that the Salvation Army is a rebel, then the news will spread faster than the plague, and the Salvation Army will soon know that their identity has been exposed - even if they live on the edge of the swamp. "

"Once this happens, merchants will not dare to do business because they are afraid of the Salvation Army, and the Salvation Army will also choose to attack the town directly because of lack of food."