"Why didn't you say it earlier? Is it still too late to stop it?"

Sherlock covered his forehead with one hand. He actually noticed just now that these prayers were a bit strange, but he couldn't tell the problem for a while. After all, he had no faith in his previous life and knew nothing about religious knowledge.

"Why do you stop it? They get what they want. Isn't this the life they dream of?"

Pipicia looked at Sherlock in confusion.

“Everything here is simply not true.”

Sherlock retorted.

"Real? What is real? What is unreal? Being able to live with your beloved and enjoy eternal life is the life that many people dream of. Even if they know it is a dream, as long as they never wake up for the rest of their lives, I am afraid they will be willing."

Pipicia said calmly.

Sherlock was stunned.

This is true. If you can live the life you dream of the most, who cares whether it is true? Does it mean to live in suffering?

Sherlock suddenly felt that he could understand those religious believers, but even if it could be understood, Sherlock himself could not accept it.

Lies are always addictive when wearing gorgeous coats, while the naked truth is unbearable.

"Is this fat bat a pet in Houston? Why does it speak?"

Herring looked at Pipicia's dear curiously.

Clockdal and Mr.1 also stared at Pipicia's dear.

"Can you see it?"

Sherlock swallowed.

Herring nodded, and Clockdal and Mr.1 also cast their expressions of mental retardation, and their eyes conveyed. What do you think?

Now they can even see the black-bellied Pipicia kissing. Can this guy be physicalized here?

This Immortal City is so strange... Sherlock complained in his heart and found that Pipicia's relative had been captured by Heling.

She seemed to have gotten a fresh toy naughty child and began to study the structure of Pipicia's pro:

"Strange, I haven't seen you before. Little guy, are you an indigenous person here?"

"Don't touch it randomly, we're the master!"

Pipicia roared with a red face, and Herring nervously put away his little paws, "I...what did I touch?"

Sherlock wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Amid the prayers of the crowd, a figure passed through the sky.

This body covers the sky and the sun. When it only appears, it feels like night falls, but it disappears quickly.

Although neither Sherlock nor Clockdal saw clearly, they could instinctively feel a little fear in their hearts.

Could it be that the true ancestor of the Immortal Bird?

It was not until the end of the prayer that everyone slowly stood up and returned to the harmonious coexistence pattern, with laughter and joy on the streets and alleys.

The old man wearing a white priest robe and an immortal bird medal on his chest appeared in front of Sherlock and others at some point.

Behind them were guards wearing neatly white armor.

It seems that the church is the dominant city-state.

"External, welcome to Phoenix, the capital of the Immortal Birds. I am Willy Pope, the missionary of the Twilight Church, and this is the Grand Sister Bueno."

An old missionary named Willie Pope had a gray-white buzz head, a tall figure, 5 meters tall, with hard face lines and clear wrinkles, but he was burly and even wearing a priest robe, he gave people a sense of oppression.

Compared to the missionary, he is more like a war-produced soldier.

He held a book with a red cover carved with the totem of the Immortal Bird in his hand, and he closed it.

“How many years have I not seen an outsider?”

asked the grand nun Bueno, who was on the left of Willie Pope.

Bueno has a pretty face, looks in his thirties, with slender eyes and round face, and a kind of affinity.

But her eyes were dim, but she didn't always give people a feeling of melancholy like believers who have been taught by God's Word for many years.

"Didn't someone come yesterday?"

Willie Pope said seriously.

"Yesterday? No, you remembered it wrongly. The last time I saw an outsider was decades ago."

Bueno covered his face with one hand and felt that Willy Pope's memory could no longer be saved.

"Everyone doesn't seem to believe in the great Phoenix, not our believers, we cannot provide protection. Please leave here as soon as possible."

The commander of the guard was a young and energetic man with a silver sword around his waist. He walked forward and issued an order to expel everyone.

Sherlock heard the other guards call the man the commander of Killua Rocca.

Did the welcome just now be just a polite one... Sherlock nodded slightly and expressed his intention to come.

"We just wanted to take the way to the next island."

Willie Pope looked at Sherlock and others, shook his head,

"If you are not our believers, I'm afraid you can't let you borrow the truth."

If you believers are not allowed to leave the Island of Dusk. If you don’t be a believer and don’t give way, isn’t this a vicious cycle? Sherlock’s mouth twitches slightly.

"Also, the polluters among you, please leave here quickly, otherwise we will have to expel them."

Willie Pope continued, no trace of affinity was noticed on his strong square face.

"What polluter?"

Sherlock touched his chin and sprinkled his eyes on Eugene. Eugene took a step back nervously and clenched the weapon in his hand.

Sherlock frowned slightly invisibly, and Eugene's reaction itself illustrates the problem.

Willie Pope walked to the pirates, glanced across their faces, and finally fell on Eugene.

He sniffed and said:

"I smelled the breath of purple mist on you. You are no longer a human being. Please leave here quickly."

"What are you talking nonsense!?"

Eugene swept across everyone's faces in a panic, raised her gun excitedly, and fired twice at Willie Pope. Unfortunately, he did not have the title of sharpshooter, and both shots were miserable.

Willie Pope didn't even hide, Killua Rocca and the guards around him surrounded him, drew out his weapons, and aimed at Eugene.

"I actually disrespect to Lord Willy!"

Willie Pope waved his hand:

"Not bad, today is not my death."

Sherlock looked at the unusually calm Willie Pope apologetically and turned his eyes back to Eugene.

He held Eugene's musket and said lightly,

"Eugene, I want to hear you tell me what happened?"

"Captain, don't listen to him nonsense. I have nothing to do. I'm still fine."

Eugene's eyes were erratic, but her tone was firm.

The pirates looked at Eugene. He was indeed exactly the same as usual, without any abnormalities and no changes at all.

"Captain, after contacting the purple mist, he will become Cam's appearance. Eugene is completely fine, proving that Eugene has never touched the purple mist at all, and was lucky to escape."

"Yes, boss Houston, don't trust outsiders' provocation."

The pirates defended Eugene one after another.

"Yes, after Kam touched the purple mist, his body became alienated and turned into a monster. I didn't. I'm still me, Captain, you have to believe me."

Eugene nervously held the musket and explained again.

Sherlock frowned:

"Who told you that Kam's body has transformed into a monster?"

The pirates were stunned. None of them mentioned to Eugene that Cam became a monster. One reason was that their former companions were killed by them with their own hands, and they all felt it was difficult to speak of.

The second is that he is afraid that Eugene is sad when he hears Cam's affairs, and he is also concerned about his emotions because of the deep relationship between Eugene and Cam.

"Eugene, why do you know? You clearly said that you got lost after separation from Cam. You didn't know what happened to Cam later, and we didn't mention it."

Moreby said that other pirates' eyes changed when they looked at Eugene.

"Eugene, why are you lying?"

Eugene knew that it would alienate after being exposed to the purple mist, or that he could see Cam being alienated with his own eyes, or that he also came into contact with it!

A hint of coldness flashed in Sherlock's eyes:

"Eugene, don't force me."
To be continued...