Chapter 256 - Chapter 256: Chapter 246 Night Watcher and Denouncer (1/2)
Chapter 256: Chapter 246 Night Watcher and Denouncer
“Save me.”
“Save me…”
“Ahhhh! Save me ahhh!”
Abel, in the darkness, suddenly awoke, his eyes filled with terror, and he instinctively tried to clench his fists.
What happened?
His cool sweat had unknowingly covered his back, and after taking deep breaths and trembling for a long time, he finally realized that it had all just been a dream.
“Just what is going on? Why have I become like this?”
There must be a problem!
Taking a deep breath and gritting his teeth, Abel didn’t even dress properly before leaving the Lion clan alone under cover of night.
He wanted to seek help from the church, but instead of going to the Tempest Church, he turned and walked towards the Salvation Church cathedral.
However, just as Abel had left the family estate and hadn’t walked far, his eyes suddenly became bewildered, and his willpower gradually dispersed from his mind.
Shortly after, four figures slowly emerged from Abel’s shadow.
The man in the lead was in his thirties, with long white hair reaching his waist, dressed in a black tailcoat, eyes tightly shut, covered with a black eyepatch.
A plain piece of paper appeared beside him, and black, wriggling text began to emerge on the white sheet.
“You’re still lacking a bit.”
Two men and a woman stood behind the white-haired, blindfolded man, all looking at Abel, who stood there in a panic, his body trembling slightly.
The paper continued to show emerging text.
“Lacking a bit more, he would have broken free of control. My Mental Magic is still not strong enough.”
The white-haired man was in his early thirties, with two men and a woman standing behind him.
The most conspicuous of the men was over two meters tall, muscular as if he were a black iron tower, his skin dark, head hairless, silent and uncommunicative.
The other man was a frail old man with a hunched back, pallor so poor he looked as if he was about to die, with slightly pointed ears, clearly a half-elf.
The woman looked ordinary, wearing glasses, like any normal female student, except her hands, feet, and neck were adorned with silver rings, which seemed to be some kind of alchemical tool.
Paper also appeared beside her, with text emerging on it.
Their communication was entirely silent.
“Painter, we need to complete ‘Mr. Brandy’s’ mission, to clandestinely take control of the Lion clan, and we cannot afford any mistakes.”
The white-haired man, referred to as “Painter,” nodded slightly, and his thoughts emerged on the paper.
“Don’t worry. Thanks to ‘Madam Ice Wine’s’ efforts, our people have successfully spread across the entirety of Cyart, and soon taking control of the nation will just be a matter of time.”
The woman asked, “But aren’t the False God Church and the Stars Embrace Order both major problems?”
The “Painter” pondered for a moment before expressing his thoughts in wriggling text.
“You’re right. Actually, ‘the Last Blood,’ which refers to the people of the witch cult, are also an issue because they’ve set their sights on ‘Madam Ice Wine’ herself.”
“And their reasoning is quite substantial, as ‘Madam Ice Wine’ is one of the incarnations of the soul shard of the five witches.”
All three displayed shocked expressions—could it be that a high-ranking member of the Words of Tranquility Order, “Madam Ice Wine,” was also one of the incarnations of the soul shard of the Witch of Demise?
They had heard of the schism within the witch cult, with their leaders separately backing different reincarnated witches. It was said that once the witches have fought each other down to the last one, one of the factors of destruction from prophecy, the Witch of Demise with god-like powers, would fully resurrect, and in an instant bring about the world’s end.
“Do not fear. Mr. Brandy and Madam Ice Wine must have considered countermeasures,” the white-haired “Painter” said with confidence.
The woman then inquired on the paper about another matter.
“In the East Coast Province, apart from the Lion clan, the most influential family is the Fischer family. How are we going to deal with them?”
The “Painter” slowly shook his head, promptly providing his answer.
“There are so many formidable opponents we have yet to face. The Fischer family, having lost their strong family members, is not worth our attention. We just need to manipulate that sick lion to easily prune them.”
The outer walls of the Salvation Church’s cathedral were inlaid with gemstone-colored materials, twinkling with silver gleams under the night sky and moonlight, while the huge stained-glass windows inside displayed breath-taking artistry.
The walls were embedded with countless beautiful gems, the soaring vaulted ceiling was gilded, and enormous chandeliers set with crystals spread a soft glow.
A wooden Salvation Holy Grail was placed on the altar, flanked by candles and miniature icons, and surrounded by thick carpets rather than ornate floors.
A curious phenomenon, indeed—the closer one got to the position of the Lord of Salvation in the church, the less opulent it became.
A young woman in silver-white clothes sat calmly in a chair, hands pressed together, head bowed in prayer to the Lord of Salvation.
“I wonder if the new Tempest Bishop will agree to our request to more rationally form the ‘Night Watchers’ and eliminate the heretics who have been increasingly troublesome over the past decades. That’s our mission.”
She murmured to herself and went on:
“Those evil cultists have already made moves against Cyart and will target the other Eastern nations as well. The reason I left my homeland of Lorne to come to the East was to drive them all out.”
The woman took a deep breath and said:
“Great Lord of Salvation, please protect your tenacious and kind-hearted followers.”