C103 (2/2)

”I've been visiting the shutters all day. I noticed they were in your attic window.” Rebecca seriously discussed, as if the most important thing in this world was the shutters.

Father Kiran fixed his eyes on Rebecca and seriously glanced at her. His facial features remained the same, and he tightly gripped the backhand broom. He looked at Rebecca and asked, his tone as steady as before, ”Are you really interested in the blinds?”

”I assure you, this is what fascinates me most.” Rebecca nodded, genuinely moved by her own seriousness when she thought of the blinds she had been searching for these past few days.

Thanks to Rebecca's amazing commitment, she had visited almost all of the shutters in New Orleans, especially near the town, and she could almost find them now with her eyes closed.

”What's your name?” Rebecca looked at the calm middle-aged man in front of her. A priest, a thug, or … a guardian, or … A spy?

”Father Kieran, what about you?” ”Who are you? What are you doing here?” He treated Rebecca the same way he treated everyone who came to church.

Rebecca looked at Father Kieran uncertainly. It seemed that was right … She had found the right place.

Father Kieran blocked the entrance in her direction. Rebecca wasn't in a rush, so she just walked a few steps and looked around. Suddenly, she saw traces of blood in a corner of the church.

There was a faint scent of blood in the air, something that shouldn't even be present in a holy place like the church.

Church? A massacre?

Rebecca was a little curious. She asked Father Kieran simply, ”What's wrong here? How could such a sacred place be filled with blood?” Rebecca pointed at the blood stain and asked. She looked purely curious, her tone straightforward and free. There was no fear or hatred that ordinary people would have.

Father Kieran sighed. He hated to explain this to people.

”Saint Anne was once the heart of this area, and it has been a while since the last massacre.” Father Killan looked around with endless pity, his eyes dark and his sorrow hidden. ”Nine students of the gods were killed by one of their best students, and then he also committed suicide.”

Father Kieran paused and pointed a finger at Rebecca. His voice was cold and filled with hatred.

”I'm not so easy to throw up.” It was still too early for this man to scare her. To her, it did not matter where she stood even if a few people died. Rebecca only cared about one important point. She tidied up her expression and asked seriously.

”Where is the attic?”

Father Killan avoided talking about it. He even put on a defensive stance, intending to send Rebecca away. ”Like I said, the church is closed …”

Rebecca suddenly turned around and looked him in the eye. Looking at Father Kieran, she asked him word by word with a tone of haughty rudeness, ”Lou... where... is he?”

The stunned man couldn't help but open his mouth, as if he had lost his mind, ”On the stairs behind the saint artifact.” Rebecca nodded in satisfaction. Father Kiran continued to stare at Rebecca in a daze.

”Thank you,” Rebecca's skill had become so common. She waved her volatile tail and calmly opened her mouth to direct the man's next move, ”Now, please forget that I've ever been here before.”

Then Rebecca turned and sped up to make sure Elijah was safe. Elijah must be here.

Her good brother, Elijah, she had finally found him.

The sounds of the footsteps gradually faded away. The stupefied Father Keelan blinked his eyes. He tried his best to distinguish what was going on with his ears for a while. He knocked his eyes in relief, and the expression on his face crumbled.

Changing to a face full of curiosity and interest, Father Kieran threw the broom away and said in a low voice with a troubled expression.

”...” Dammit, Marcel didn't explain. Why were the vampires back?