murder poppy

Due to the increase in the prestige of the church, the number of believers who come to worship in the morning has also increased sharply. Various small churches are in urgent need of manpower, and many priests have been sent out.On the contrary, the church was a little more empty than usual.

Roy walked through the corridor and into the cathedral.The soaring ceiling depicts biblical stories, and the sunlight shines obliquely on the ground through the stained glass, and the brilliance flows.

The priest's robes emerged from the spiraling staircase, and at the end of the corridor on the third floor was the pope's office space and living room.As a priest, Roy needs to report on the current situation of the church regularly.

"My lord Pope." Roy pushed open the door.

The Pope stopped the document he was translating and annotating, and raised his head: "Roy, today ended a bit late."

"A congregation asked about the contents of the scriptures." Roy's eyes fell on the documents piled up on the table, "Did Your Majesty push back all the documents again?"

"The Son of God always has something to do." The Pope smiled.

"My lord Pope." Roy frowned, "Is His Majesty Bernal's resurrection really a miracle?"

"Are you questioning the will of God?"

"No, I just think that Bernal IV..."

"It's not like a child of God." The Pope answered.

Roy raised his head and saw the Pope's bright eyes staring at him, as if he could see through his doubts and wavering.Roy lowered his head with some guilt: "Yes."

"God will find the work he should do for sinners." The Pope said, "Saving the world by the hands of sinners and governing the country in the name of the royal family is much smoother than the church interfering in politics. With your intelligence, you should understand this."

"You told me more than this." Roy paused for a moment, "I should trust your choice."

"It's not me." The Pope stood up and came to Roy's side, "It's God's choice."

The Pope took out a document that had already been approved and handed it to Roy: "Her Majesty Bernal dispatched a group of transformed soldiers a few days ago, and the entry records show that they have returned to their home court and brought an extra person with them. Go check it out." .”

Roy took the document and looked at the Pope.

"The church has detailed records of Bernal's movements. Whether he is Satan or the Son of God, he will always be used by us." The Pope stared at Roy with compassion, and then looked at other people through him, "Carry out blood transformation The evil we had to do, but it must save us in the end. Not wasted on Bernal."

"My lord." Roy put away the file, "Are we going the right way?"

The pope bent his eyes, and the wrinkles representing the years piled up on his face, as if God was reviewing the world: "Of course, my child."

Roy lowered his head and left with the documents in his arms.

The lighting of the cathedral has been calculated. At noon, the light refracted by the stained glass gathers in the lobby like a god descending into the world.

At the bottom of the stained glass in the corridor, Roy opened the file bag.He just shaded part of the glass, snatching a piece out of the shadow in the center, leaving a shadow.

The documents contain a lot of information, including when the army was taken, the number of people, and the reason.He even wrote down the time and destination of returning to the city.After returning to the home court, this team of soldiers entered the palace directly, and then a small part came to the church, as if they were escorting someone.

This document was like sending charcoal in a timely manner. Although it did not directly tell Andre where he was going, it put all the clues in front of him.

Roy couldn't be sure whether the Pope did it on purpose, so he collected the documents and headed to the chapel.

The only people who have access to the chapel are those who are part of the royal family, Bernal IV, the priests of the church and the pope.

Even these people, coming for no reason, attract attention.

Someone from the chapel immediately came out to greet Roy and asked him if he had anything important to do.

Compared with last time, the number of people in the hall was a little less, but the number of successful transformation cases did not increase much.

"Has anyone else entered the chapel recently?" Roy showed the documents about the soldiers entering the chapel, and the people who came to greet them looked at each other in panic.

Whether it is the pope or the priest, the entry and exit of the chapel will be recorded and reported in the form of documents.Now that Roy took out such a document, it was equivalent to accusing him of negligence.

"I don't remember anyone entering the chapel..."

"Hey, wait, didn't there be any changes outside before." A man dressed as a priest pushed his companion around him.

"Oh... yes, yes! It's His Majesty Bernal! There are also a few soldiers with a vampire. It is said that it was caught in the street market and will be sent to the Pope."

Roy frowned and asked, "Vampire? What does it look like?"

"It's too dark to see, but I remember having blonde hair. Is there a problem?"

Roy shook his head: "Just to check the access records of your chapel. A false alarm is a good thing."

The person in charge breathed a sigh of relief and quickly responded.

After coming out of the chapel, Roy stood in the shade for a long time, and finally walked back to the cathedral.

The blond vampire was probably Andre.

He should have informed Lyons of this news, and was looking for a reason to prevaricate the Pope.But Roy didn't do this, he felt some sense of disobedience, forcing him to want to prove something.

The Pope threw his head down on the papers.

There was a knock on the door, and he looked a little surprised when he saw someone coming.

"Roy? Why are you back?" the Pope asked.

"Some things were found." Roy said holding up the documents.

"Really, it's very efficient." The Pope smiled and pointed to the sofa, "Sit down."

"It's not a very complicated matter." Roy shook his head. "Bernal and the soldiers only stayed outside the chapel and didn't enter. The person they brought into the city was probably Andre, a three-generation blood."

The Pope stopped the pen in his hand and looked up at Roy with a very serious expression: "Are you sure it's him?"

"Blond hair, worthy of Bernal's specially brought back blood, I think it is most likely him."

"Bernar was transformed by Andre, and he could only seek Andre for his own blood..." the Pope asked, "Does Lyons know about this?"

Roy stared at the Pope and shook his head: "I don't know yet."

The Pope nodded: "Tell him about it."

"Do you want to save a vampire?"

"It's not us, it's Lions." The Pope said, "We only fulfilled our obligation to inform. Vesenor needs experienced hunters. After the death of President Nord, only Lions can take charge of the overall situation. Those hunters of blood hunting you I have also seen some petty skills, but they are too young."

"You want to sell Lyons a favor so that you can win him over."

The Pope nodded: "It can be said so."

Roy and the Pope looked at each other, and the Pope's eyes were calm and open. Roy picked up the document: "I see, I will tell Lyons in a suitable way."

"Thanks for your hard work, Roy." The Pope said, "We will be rewarded for everything we do."

"I hope so, His Excellency the Pope," Roy said.

The street at night reveals a little silence, scattered oil lamps are hung, and only a few restaurants are open on the street.

There are no hunters or priests on patrol here, just a few drunks who don't come home and whores who are cursing and closing their shops.

The street has a strong smell of beef offal, mixed with low-quality malt beer and the aroma of basil, which has become a special symbol of this small street.

According to the address given by Lyons, Roy found the shop with a strange aroma, and met Samuel who was staring at the tripe.

"... Baron?" Roy called out the title with some doubts, for fear that he might have misidentified the person.

"Ah..." Samus stuffed the tripe into his mouth, chewed and swallowed it quickly, "You are the priest of the church, and your name is Roy, right?"

Compared to Roy's unfamiliarity, Samus seemed to be socially comfortable and could remember many people's names.He put down the black bread and said, "I guess you didn't come to see me. Lyons is upstairs."

"Thank you," Roy said.

"Wait, the boss here is a bit eccentric. You are not allowed to enter the store if you don't eat." Samus pointed to the bowl in front of him, "Would you like to try it? Beef tripe and brisket taste very good."

Roy froze in place. The old woman who brought out a big pot of thick soup from the back kitchen saw him and greeted him warmly: "What do you want to eat?"

Three minutes later, Roy, carrying the precious documents, gnawed tripe face to face with the wanted criminal in the dilapidated shop.

Only the stew of tripe and brisket costs one silver coin more. It has a strong taste and enough spices, and the taste is really good.The black bread is dipped in a rich soup, and the bad taste of the couscous is also neutralized.

"Lines said he was going to find someone for help, but he didn't expect to find you." Samuel said while pressing the bread into the soup, "Is there any news about Andre?"

"How do you know I'm here for this?" Roy asked. "From the point of view of the situation, we are not friends. I even have the right to arrest you."

"The person who will arrest me will not be tempted by a bowl of beef offal and black bread." Samus smiled, "My lord priest, there must be some unique skills in managing the morning crow. I know who you are and what you do in the church . Putting it all together, I don't think you and Bernal seem to be on the same side."

"My actions?"

"Referring to secretly letting go of the day walker and telling the pastor who came to ask for the scriptures that God does not love the foolish and faithful." Samuel said casually.

Roy's hand holding the spoon froze for a moment, and looked at Samus in a little astonishment: "Even the people in the church don't know about these..."

"Connections are a terrible weapon, but also a very useful tool." Samus said, "This is common sense among the nobles. It is normal for the priest to be unclear, but faith is actually a kind of network... To govern the country, To win the hearts and minds of the people, connections are essential.”

Samus stopped abruptly and looked towards the stairs behind him: "Ah, the person you are looking for is here. It seems that this bowl of beef offal is for nothing, but it is also a good thing to enjoy the food?"

"Only you humans would call this a delicacy!" Dai Zhu followed behind Lyons, retorting in a low voice, afraid that the hard-of-hearing proprietress would hear.

"Detective." Roy stood up.

"is there any news?"

Roy nodded.

"Too soon," Lyons said. "I found you in the morning."

"I think so too, Inspector." Roy took out the document, "but this is worth a look."