The sky was gray in the early morning.

The sky that has been gloomy since yesterday has fermented overnight, did not evolve into dark clouds or dissipate, but slowly enveloped the head, as if it was an indelible haze.

"I'm sorry for bothering you so early, Deacon Bernie."

The young nobleman at the door said embarrassedly when he saw Bernie opening the door: "It's just that I'm afraid you're late and you've already gone to the church."

"It's okay, I've been awake for a long time," Bernie replied, then asked strangely, "Is there anything I can do with me?"

He spoke as he moved away and signaled the other party to enter the room to speak.

"Mr. Father will hold a private dinner tonight, Deacon Bernie, he hopes you can go to the banquet-"

When Livay Camborre, who was stepping into the room, suddenly saw the small round table radiating light in the living room. He couldn't help but be stunned, and then looked at Bernie curiously.

“Is this a holy thing?”

“It’s just an interesting attempt.”

Bernie replied without changing his face, walked over and flicked his palm, and the white light attached to the table was sucked into the palm of his hand like iron powder attracted by magnets, and then disappeared.

There is nothing to hide. In an extraordinary world, the young noble himself didn't care much about it. After a few glances, he withdrew his gaze.

Then, at Bernie's gesture, he sat on the chair on the side of the round table, and politely said thank you after Bernie poured him a cup of nettle tea.

"I think there must be some reason why Lord Earl invited me?" Bernie, who was sitting opposite the young nobleman, asked.

"Yes."

After politely siping the bitter tea, Levay Camborre put down the cup of water and said, "My father hopes to personally ask you some things when you met my brother that day. Please forgive me, Deacon Bernie, because he is old and cannot walk for a long time, so he cannot take the initiative to come to you."

"It's okay."

Bernie said thoughtfully, "But forget about the banquet. If necessary, I can go to see him later."

"My father also hopes to personally entertain several new deacons who have arrived recently, including you, Deacon Bernie."

Livay Camborre replied: "As local lords, we have always maintained a good relationship with the church and hope that this relationship will always be maintained."

"That's how it is."

Bernie nodded after hearing this, "So please tell the Count, I will go to the banquet. What is the exact time?"

“It’s about five o’clock tonight.”

The young nobleman immediately answered, then stood up and saluted with a smile, "The Camboré family is looking forward to your arrival."

"I'm looking forward to this banquet, too."

Bernie smiled and returned the gift, and after sending it away, he turned around and looked at the people who were coming downstairs.

"If it is true that the Holy Water is reselling, it is impossible for the Camborre family, as the local lord, to know it."

Rodz, who had gone down the stairs, said, "I even guess that the Camboré family is one of the participants in this matter, so there might be something going on for this banquet."

"What do you mean?"

"You can't let them realize that we've found something wrong, so you need to go to this party."

Bishop Rhodes said: "But don't worry, even if something happens, they will not have the courage to murder church members at the banquet, but they may find ways to make you sick. If you pay more attention, you should not be fooled by them."

Bernie nodded when he heard this, "Where are the other people who went to the banquet?"

"Don't tell them." Rhodes shook his head, "This matter needs to be kept confidential for the time being."

After saying this, he began to instruct his accompanying deputy Warren, and asked him to return to the Roland Islands, secretly dispatching some trustworthy people to come to Neham to search for evidence.

Then he looked at Bernie.

"Did Boswell explain anything other than this?"

"No, he just said this and left."

“Which direction did you leave?”

"It seems like I'm going to the fish market."

Bernie said meaningfully: "But I guess he went there to deceive me, and he might transfer his destination halfway."

...

As Bernie said, Boswell, who had left Oak Street, did not go to Neham Fish Market, but turned several directions halfway.

After feeling that no one was following him, he then headed towards his expected destination.

But his direction was not to leave Neham, but to Neham's chaotic dock area, and to stay in one of the hotels called Three Fish for a night.

Because he was wearing a strange dress, he even took off his tight clothes in the middle and changed into a cloak and robe that looked like a normal traveler.

At the same time, the dock area with high personnel mobility also provided some protection for his whereabouts.

But after entering the hotel room, Boswell was always nervous, hesitant for a while, gritted his teeth, and sometimes sneaked and prepared to sneak away, but in the end he chose to stay where he was.

It seems like waiting for something.

Until the next morning, the same time when Livay Camborre went to invite Bernie to the banquet, a certain existence he was waiting for finally appeared.

It was a black-haired crow, with its wings flapping its way down the window of the hotel room, and a pair of dark and shiny eyes looked at Boswell in the room.

"You said something in the room of that human deacon, and then led the local bishop over."

The crow spoke, "I hope you can tell me what you said at that time."

"Why should I tell you?" Boswell, with a stiff face, asked back.

"Because you noticed our existence, but did not hide."

Crow answered.

Its voice is similar to the sound of a parrot, but it is even more hoarse.

"You want to meet us and even risk staying in the city for one night."

"I just don't want to leave yet," Boswell said. "I have nothing to tell you."

He accentuated his tone on that syllable, and the crow tilted his head, then flapped his wings and left.

Boswell sat in the room and continued to wait.

After about twenty minutes, a rustling sound suddenly sounded from the mud walls of the room. Then, mantis were seen crawling out from various hidden corners, densely packed, and finally gathered in front of Boswell and formed a surging black human form.

"What do you want to say? Can you tell me."

A hoarse voice sounded in the "mouth" of the insects, which sounded quite cunning, like the sound of thousands of insects crawling.

"I have nothing to tell you," Boswell added, "I just want to have a sleep."

The human figure formed by the combination of insect tide swayed for a moment, and then collapsed and returned to densely packed insects. The floor was scattered all over the floor.

After about half an hour, Boswell, who was sitting quietly in the hotel room, suddenly shook his body, and then he couldn't help but collapsed on the straw bed in the room, and fell into a deep sleep.

In his sleep, Boswell came to a dark battlefield ruin with corpses everywhere. At his feet, there was a soldier with half of his face rotten. He looked quietly at the sky and died with his eyes closed.

But when Boswell looked down, the dead body suddenly turned his head and looked at him, and opened his mouth at the same time.

"Damn the Dead, what do you want to say to us?"

When the corpse opened his mouth to speak, the half-black tongue in his mouth was clearly visible, and some maggots stained with pus were also tangled and squirmed between their teeth and deep in their throats, looking very disgusting.

"I am a devil's apostle."

Boswell did not respond perfunctorily this time, but spoke out bluntly, "But because of some things, I offended my master."

"Silly." The decayed corpse lying on the ground commented.

"It's really stupid, and the consequences are serious."

Boswell said bitterly, "My master is a very vengeful devil, with extremely cruel methods. I don't think he will let me go in the future."

“This is normal.”

The dead body on the surface grinned after hearing this, "But we don't want to hear a stupid necromancer telling its stupid story. Do you know what I'm talking about?"

"No, you'll want to hear it."

Boswell said: "My master is Morning Star, Yumier Wollaston Morning Star."

Before he finished speaking, a tremendous turmoil appeared in the hazy dream world, as if it was an earthquake. The dead body lying on the ground suddenly widened its bloody eyes, as if it was frightened and excited.

But then the dream dissipated and disappeared, and Boswell woke up in the hotel room.

Then within a while, a knock sounded outside the room. Boswell walked over and opened the door and saw a dirty little boy.

Judging from his appearance, the boy seemed to be a beggar, with a dirty face and a torn sleeveless linen shirt on his body, but what he said was completely inconsistent with his dress.

"Come with me,"

He said, "Our king wants to see you."
Chapter completed!