There were three floors in and out of the church, and the townsmen were crowded with people. Few people saw Manuel's body, but they could see from the panicked faces of the monks how miserable and fragile the priest's death was. Most people heard of this and looked miserable. They kept reciting the Lord and the gods. There were many people who tried to break into the church to find out, but were dragged out by the monks who were guarding them, and cursed and cursed.

"Father Manuel is dead?" In front of the book stall, Chen Yin heard this from Grandma Amy's mouth with a restless expression and was shocked, "How did he die, when did he die?"

"...It's not a good death, but a sudden death. May God plead him and punish the despicable murderer." Grandma Amy said tabooly. As for the exact cause of death, the Baron had sent someone to investigate, and she said she was not aware of it.

Chen Yin took a deep breath. Anne was arrested and went to prison yesterday. This morning, news of Manuel's death came. Although I don't know if it was related, my intuition told me that it would definitely not be that simple.

"Xiao Chenyin, I tell you that he died on the day of the pilgrimage of the pagans. He went to their church to debate the scriptures two days ago. It must be those evil pagans who are doing it... You go to prison every day, and the prisoners there are all pagans, so be careful." Grandma Amy reminded.

Needless to say, Chen Yin dared not slacken.

"By the way, Xiao Chenyin, Father Christopher is okay? And those believers of the Lord." Grandma Amy asked by patting her head.

"Father...the priest is fine. They do morning prayers and evening prayers every day under the leadership of the priest." Chen Yin said concisely.

"He is a good priest, Xiao Chenyin, you are also a believer of the Lord. You must watch those pagans bully them." Grandma Amy nodded and said.

After explaining this, she quickly left, saying that she was going to another home to inquire. She had just learned about this and was still inquiring about it everywhere. The grocery store was managed by her two sons, and Grandma Amy was very leisurely every day.

The documents in the prison were almost taken care of, and Chen Yin was also working overnight, so he didn't have to go to the prison all day today.

"Calculate the time, Pilgrimage Day is coming, and Christopher and the others are about to leave the town of Resurrection."

They were to be sent to the stake on the pagan pilgrimage day.

Due to the failure of the psychic ritual before, Chen Yin shamelessly asked Christopher for another small bottle of his blood.

As for other ritual materials, you have to go to the Magic Academy to get them. You have to find Kassim, but there is no need to hurry for the time being.

Chen Yinan sat steadily in front of the book stall, spread out the mysterious books of bilingual translation of AVI platinum in Chinese, and continued to learn platinum in Chinese.

.............

Before nightfall.

Yinsha wrote a letter in a grassy way, covered it with a varnish, and handed it to the castle by the priesthood in the lecture hall. The letter shuddered the math lecture on Ronald tonight for physical reasons.

Although he knew that Ronald had been moved by the dirty soul, his mathematical talent still surprised her. Whenever Yin Sha taught a certain part of his mathematical knowledge in his life several times, that part would be consumed quickly, and it would be infinitely close to the bottom in a few days. Therefore, he could only constantly explain new knowledge points, from simple plane geometry to the perspective and cone curves of the Nia school, from proof of interpretation logic to the most cutting-edge infinitesimal analysis, even astronomy that was originally intended to try out, Ronald was able to skillfully infer the laws of the evolution of constellations, and even calculate the time when the comet arrived. Later, Yin Sha was verified in his astronomical works.

Dongdong.

The knock on the door sounded, and the priest Yin Sha picked up the Songzhu beside him, slowly got up and opened the door.

Wofa led reading stood at the door.

"Let's go, priest." He held the broken hand and said slowly.

The main priest Yinsha wore a barley robe embroidered with gold wire strips, with the same sleeves as wide, and from top to bottom to form a trumpet. The style of this wide robe robe robe robe originated from the border people of the Sora Empire and the tribes of the kings that had not yet been built in the True Cult Empire. It was far before the revival of the Holy Land of the Saint Legion. At that time, the Dancecheer Empire began to appear declining. The second masters of the giant king world preached, conquered, preached, and conquered again, and even made the emperor who was high under the holy shield frightened, and the pope of the fools trembled day and night.

Priest Yin Sha clenched the chanting beads in his hand.

The night sky covered by dark clouds was as dark as ink, so dark that even the torches of the street guards seemed to float, like ghost fire.

Yin Sha and the chief priest stood in the corners of the street, trying to go up to the top so as to stare at the prison even if there was a little noise.

He took out a Jinrona, a coin minted by the Dancechells, the emperor's head on the front, and the imperial gold ring crown on the back. Because of its excellent quality, it is often used in the divination of the mystery coins.

"The clown is ready to come... The clown is ready to come." Ling Du opened the eyes of spiritual vision and silently recited in his heart.

After relaxing his mind, he threw the gold coins high, and Jinrona rolled and rotated several times, landing on the palm of her head.

Representing positive face, the clown is ready to come.

Wofaling's heart tightened, stuffed the gold coins back into his pocket, and shook his eyes at the priest Yinsha.

In the quiet Resurrection Town, the two of them calmly kept their breath and stared at the dark street corners and alleys with vigilance.

The lights and swaying flames first appeared at the end of the street facing the prison. The two of them breathed in a deep breath. Then, in the dark night, a figure wearing a twin-breasted shirt appeared, with two puppies following their feet, a yellow and a white puppies. Under the dim light, the wide hanging tassel hood was like a bloody mouth in the dark.

"It's him." After saying this with the meaning of action signal, I stepped forward and rushed forward, and grabbed the worm with my fingers at the cutter of my broken arm.

Noting that Oude raised his hand, the spiritual eyes on his cheek opened the flesh and blood around him, and one hand smeared the lead-made white color on the other side.

The steps of the whistleblowing reading paused for a moment. In the dark shadow of Oude, the dog whistle blew gently, and the yellow and white dogs flew towards the whistleblowing reading.

The worms sprinkled at the fingertips on the two dogs. When the latter's unfloured dog hair touched the worm, it quickly turned black and curved, as if it was touching a soldering iron. The worms aimed their tiny beaks at the skin under the hair, and their muscles instantly dissolved and started to have a small black hole.

They screamed sharply, clearly barking dogs, but they were as miserable as humans.

“Kanuoda.”

Ode thought, bloodshot hairs grew on his eyes on his cheeks, and his children's holes were dissipated in an instant.

Leading the reading and step forward, clearly seeing his spiritual eyes, and when the boy's hole gathers again...

Oud raised his hand, covered in bright red color, and slapped hard on his left cheek.

The expression of the wafaling stumbled, and then he raised his left hand without hesitation and slapped at him violently.

The two of them were almost exactly the same!

The only difference is that the bones on the cheeks of the lying hair collared in the palm of the palm, and the bright blood color was fanned out. If a third party carefully compares it, you will find that the position of the blood is almost the same as the color on Oude's face.

Kanuoda...The pronunciation is somewhat similar to the southern ethnic language, Shanbu language, which means "sharing woe".

When the ancient saying chanter bears pain, his target will bear corresponding pain.

I sucked my breath in my mouth, opened my mouth, and was about to chant.

The bard in front of him clamped a silver needle with yarn at his fingertips.

Punched his lips hard.

"Seam it."
Chapter completed!