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"They have now tracked me to the country and sent demon messengers. This is the first time I have seen such a monster."

When Qiao Mani said this, his eyes showed real fear.

He wasn't afraid of the existence of animals that were different from nature. Clayton's two shots made him understand that monsters were also afraid of muskets. What he fears is the overlap between monsters and humans.

It's like putting a human soul into the body of a cow or sheep. That sense of blasphemous guilt.

Thinking of the harpy's face, Joe Mani's throat was blocked.

"Relax, kid, and tell me what happened to you."

Father Petty's tone was unhurried. He held the sword cross necklace on his chest, squatted down and placed it against Joe's forehead. His warm voice reached Joe's ears.

“The light of the Father will drive away evil spirits from you, so there is no need to worry.”

"I saw the harpy, the legendary monster"

Warmth came from his forehead, and Joe felt himself floating into the sky, but his body was still in the same place. The light feeling made him want to let everything out, but something heavy suppressed him in time.

"It followed me all the way home. But I finally spotted it and chased it away with my pistol."

"Where do you live?"

"214 Mercy Street."

Joe lied and sank the harpy's body to the bottom of the river last night after Clayton left.

Although the water in the dock area is relatively shallow, there are usually no visitors there. No one will dig it out again for several years, so it can be considered a relatively peaceful cemetery.

After returning home, he cleaned up the glass shards and tried to cover up the bullet holes in the wall. No one would have thought that this had something to do with Clayton.

But Joe also kept something as evidence.

He grabbed a bloody ocher feather from his pocket, held it in his palm and offered it.

The feather exuded a faint odor. Peidi picked it up without feeling disgusted, looked at it for a few seconds, and finally made a declaration.

"This is only a red-backed eagle feather, not a harpy feather."

"How is this possible?!" Joe Mani asked in surprise. He disposed of the corpses with his own hands and confirmed that those weird shapes were not possessed by natural animals.

"I clearly saw the woman-like head and the bird's body that continued to emit a putrid smell. They were exactly the same as in the legend!"

"I'm not saying that you are wrong, I am just stating the facts. Harpies are not the only ones who can grow rancid feathers." Father Petty put down his necklace, stood up, and signaled the priest to open the door of the church, officially Welcome believers today.

"You're doing great, but you shouldn't go any deeper. Leave it to us, kid."

Joe raised his head, the confusion on his face still lingering: "But these existences are so bizarre. Father, please tell me what is going on?"

"It has nothing to do with you after that. You should go back to your ordinary and comfortable life. Of course, if you are worried about safety, you can continue to volunteer with us."

Joe cleared his throat. He wanted to know about the other world anyway, seeing as how much trouble they caused him.

"I want to be baptized, Father!"

If he could become a believer, he might be able to learn more, or so he thought.

Father Petty was turning around to prepare for today's sermon on the high platform. He paused after hearing this shout. The man's enthusiasm confused him.

Of course he knew what Joe was planning, but most people wouldn't put their heads back just after climbing out of the mire.

"It's not that simple to become a Christian." He turned around and told Qiao seriously.

"But if you insist, then go ahead and memorize the Holy Scriptures. Next week, I will arrange for a godfather who can help you understand God's grace. In this process, you can give up at any time."

"I will prove my piety."

Joe stood up, his legs numb and he took a moment to regain his balance.

Father Petty saw that he had very few beliefs, but he didn't care. There were very few truly pious people left in the world.

In the false peace maintained with the dark descendants, various countries reduced the power of the White Religion in order to restore central power. They took away a large amount of the White Religion's land, and strictly limited the number and development of monastery schools, gradually replacing monastery schools with public schools. .

After losing the power of education, the church’s believer base declined from generation to generation.

Nowadays, Father Petty no longer cares whether the believer is pious or not. In this era, as long as it is beneficial, the believer's identity can no longer be a human being.

The mayor's son's pet dog was baptized by him. It was a good and pious dog.

"By the way, do you still plan to come to the church to volunteer during this time?" he asked Joe. “We don’t have the money here, but we can provide free communion.”

Qiao touched the prickly heat on his face that had not faded away, and then nodded vigorously.

"I come!"

"Still following me"

Clayton pressed down the brim of his hat, trying to hide his face.

But it was of no use, because even when he was sitting, his 188cm tall and broad shoulders matching his burly body were still quite conspicuous in the crowd.

Bruno is following him - to fulfill his business contract with Marietta.

Although Clayton knew that Bruno was following him, and Bruno knew that he knew that he was following him, Bruno still would not give up tracking him.

Because Bruno took Marietta's money.

Clayton sat at the round table covered with white tablecloth, looking at the scenery outside the floor-to-ceiling window. He picked up the coffee cup and subconsciously took a sip, then threw in three pieces of sugar in one breath.

He was thinking about whether he should call Bruno in.

The guy was wearing a hat and sitting on the bench opposite the cafe. While monitoring the place, he tore off bread crumbs to feed the pigeons. He was doing such a completely risk-free job that Clayton even envied him.

Duo duo.

He stretched out two fingers to knock on the window. Bruno noticed his hint and threw the spoiled bread on the ground, walked straight into the cafe and sat down opposite him.

Bruno rang the bell on the table to call the waiter:

"Four slices of buttered bread, two sausages, and a cup of hot milk. Charge it all to the gentleman opposite."

The waiter nodded, scrutinized the menu twice and ran backstage.

Clayton was a little choked: "Why should I pay for breakfast to the person who is spying on me?"

"The reason is simple, because you need me to ignore something."

Bruno pointed at his eyes, and then put on a cynical smile: "You must have been tricked by Miss Marietta, right? Have you really been doing ulterior things recently?"

"How could it be? I have always been a kind person. Her speculations are just delusions. We have known each other for so long, have you ever seen me get angry?" Clayton responded without changing his expression.

But his idea was indeed correct by Bruno.

He needs Bruno to stop spying for a while.

Because he wanted to see Galid.

Last night, Galid told him that if he had any questions, he could go to the General Security Bureau to see him during the day. But if Bruno had been monitoring from the side, he might be misunderstood by Galeed and do something that would harm public safety.

And Bruno is no ordinary person. He is a very keen detective. As long as he meets Galid once, he can find something strange about him.

"That's true. I don't think I've ever seen you lose your composure."

Bruno held his chin, recalling and thinking seriously, and then said: "But this feels even more suspicious. You are still a mid-level officer, but you have no temper at all. Maybe there is a conspiracy in this."

"I think you can trust me a little more."

Clayton sighed, counted out the change for Bruno's order and put it on the table: "I have to do some personal things, but it's not just my personal thing. If you want to know about these things, your rank and authority It’s not enough, do you understand?”

"You went back again?" Bruno couldn't hide his surprise.

When Clayton said this, he could only mean that he was participating in the military's actions.

After all, he was one of the few recipients of the 600 Laurent War Medals of Honor who participated in frontline battles. With his ability, it was reasonable for him to be secretly recalled to the Royal Guard.

"It's good that you know." Clayton said ambiguously.

When Bruno joined the army, his rank was much lower than his. Even if his mind was smarter than his, he would still be in awe of secrets that were inaccessible.

Moreover, most people who have been on the front line are not willing to return to the army, and they often dare not ask or listen to similar things.

Bruno's expression turned out to be much more cautious as he imagined.

"What about Marietta? Even if I leave, she might decide to investigate you alone."

Clayton smiled: "I think you can rest assured about this, just relying on her eyesight."

Bruno smiled too.