Chapter 42 (1/2)

No. 233 Champagne Avenue, Niah.

Two figures quickly ran through the streets under the cover of the gathering darkness.

“Garein Always! A craftsman! Our target tonight!

Roald lowered his voice and quickly explained to Thulhu, “He’s thirty-two. Once had a wife named Elisa, who died from sickness. No kids. According to his neighbors, he’s been acting weird since his beloved wife passed away, making bizarre sounds at night and talking to air. His neighbors complained multiple times, but he just wouldn’t stop.

“Later, the church got involved, and they’ve confirmed that he performed an evil ritual to try and bring his wife back to life.

“It’s impossible. The demon is known for toying with people’s minds, not for making their dreams come true!”

…

Thulhu remained silent, his lips pressed into a thin line.

He knew what Roald was telling him.

The demon could basically be regarded as an evil god, which was even more messy and nasty.

Praying to the demon often led to even more miserable and horrific consequences.

Say… like the demon bringing a horribly decomposed body back to life, or turning it into an evil spirit!

Or the demon might open a particular unknown gate to another dimension and allow countless monsters to invade this world!

“The church has asked me to kill him on the spot once I’ve confirmed that he’s a demon follower.”

They stopped in front of a two-story house. Roald loaded his silver revolver.

This was the style of the Goddess of Light Church: rough and straightforward.

“Hm… I’ve a question…”

Looking up at the two-story house ablaze with lights, Thulhu asked hesitantly, “Why doesn’t the church notify the cops? Or do it themselves?”

“Come on… You think ordinary people can take care of this? Well, some of them might be able to. Then what about casualties and damages? The cost is too high.”

Roald grinned and continued, “The church’s power has to cover the entire union, so they don’t really have the time to take care of such a small case. They commission demon hunters to do the job since we’re professional and the most ideal group of people for taking care of these cases.”

Meanwhile, Roald handed Thulhu an ID. “We’ll knock on the door!”

“Union Tax Bureau? Are you kidding me?” Thulhu saw his own photo on the ID, which had the bureau’s logo printed on it.

“It’s fake…”

Roald lifted his coat and showed Thulhu lots of fake IDs.

“Forging IDs is a felony in the union, you know?” Thulhu’s face twisted slightly.

“As long as nobody knows.” Roald combed his fingers through his hair.

Roald and Thulhu then walked to the door.

Knock, knock.

There was the sound of footsteps.

The door then opened slightly, and a pair of eyes appeared behind it. “Who are you looking for?”

It was a pair of bloodshot and sunken eyes. The man whom they belonged to looked exhausted, and his hair appeared rather messy.

He looked like he had hit his forties or even fifties.

Thulhu was standing behind Roald. Roald took out his fake ID and said to Garein, “We’re from the Union Tax Bureau. We need your help with an investigation.”

“I pay my taxes every month…!”

Garein was a bit surprised, but he still opened the door.

There was a saying in the union: The two things one can never escape are death and taxes. Every resident in the union had to pay tax.

In the union, the tax department was so powerful that it even had its own army!

Some gangs might be big trouble for the court of law or the police, but they would never dare mess with the Union Tax Bureau!

“Come in!” said Garein.