After the Stitch Monster was eliminated, the battle in this area came to an end. Griffith returned to the hillside and found that Midianmaia had returned to his human form and fell naked in a pile of rotten flesh. He had no serious injuries.
He was injured, but exhausted and fell into a coma.
Griffith raised his hand towards the cemetery on one side, trying to summon a few living corpses to protect his companions. However, nothing happened. The corpses in the entire cemetery had disappeared.
He had no choice but to pick up his companions and run towards the tomb.
Nearly half of the tomb was destroyed in the recent vision, and the ruins were covered with rubble and bones. A cold stone path zigzagged upward from the entrance, leading directly to the top of the tomb. The walls originally made of huge stones were covered with a few layers as hard as beetle shells.
The material is lilac and brown in color, and even has sharp horns like insect tentacles. However, these materials have also shown signs of dilapidation, slowly graying and peeling off.
On the top floor of the tomb, Griffith discovered the remaining traces of an unclear magic circle. The light and breath of magic had dissipated, leaving only a vague pattern that looked like a six-pointed star.
This place is empty, nothing can be found.
"Minos," Griffith called his bone ring, "what can you detect? Has the red stone absorbed energy?"
The bone ring responded to him immediately: "The red stone has received a negligible amount of life energy. Minos once sensed the existence of powerful life energy here, but there is no energy left."
At this time, Medianmaia on his shoulder patted him on the shoulder: "Griffith, put me down."
“Are you ready to move?” Griffith happily put his companion down.
“Yes, my ‘Wind Wolf’ form will not last long, and then I will fall into a period of weakness and coma.”
“The Wolf of the Wind...Why is it called such a name?”
"Don't ask me about the name given by Ophelia," Midianmaia said in a low voice, "My ability comes from the Whispering Forest incident. During the retreat, we were attacked by demon wolves. Thanks to you and Queen Sonia, we
We soon met up with Professor Lourdes. Just as we were preparing to withdraw from the forest, we suddenly encountered a large group of more powerful mutant creatures. It was during the melee at that time that a strange wolf bit me.
Escape into the darkness before anyone can fight back."
“It bit one of you?”
"I'm not sure. It should be just me. After that, I lay down with a high fever for a few days. After recovering, I had the ability to mutate into a human wolf, which can greatly increase my strength and agility," Midianmaia said, "This
I only told Ophelia the secret."
"This is very strange." Griffith raised his hand and showed his bone ring to Midianmaia. "This is my sealed artifact. It comes from the battle we participated in to annihilate the Cook gang in the sewers.
The trophy I took from killing the fallen mage Camilla. It has the ability to resurrect and enslave the undead."
Midianmaia fell into a brief thought, "Can a sewer mage hold a high-level sealed artifact of the undead path?"
"Yes, it has such a strong smell of conspiracy that I am wary of this ring, but it is undeniable that it is very useful and there is no big danger so far," Griffith said with a smile, "Ophelia
What’s going on with the ability?”
“She is a mixture of elf and human, half elf.”
"What?"
"Really, you can't tell from the appearance," Midianmaia said seriously, "The Von Ishtar family is a border noble in the north, but Ophelia is the mother and a Canaanite.
The result of an elf love affair. When she was just born and opened her eyes, her biological mother discovered the strange eyes and picked up scissors to blind her eyes. Human parents and ancestors all have blue eyes, so it is impossible to give birth to strange eyes.
What a baby with lustful eyes~"
“Does Ophelia know her biological father’s name?”
Midianmeiya shook his head and said, "She knows and won't tell us. However, the magic eye is passed down through blood. It must not be difficult to trace. I think you can ask Galadia.
“Speaking of which, our group of Shutoral who entered the sewers is really unusual.
"Ophelia is a half-elf with a magic eye. You have obtained the sealed artifact of the path to the undead. I am a human wolf. Lana, well, the Fiona he protects is an anomaly, and according to the tradition of the Xia Long family, he
The two will probably get married in the future. And then there is Murat... Is there anything unusual about Murat?"
“A child accuser who deserves to be burned at the stake?”
“Yes, he should be burned to death!” Mediamaea agreed.
Griffith snorted twice: "Isius is very suspicious. He is probably the mastermind of the Cook gang attack, or at least an important person. After the Verona incident, he put on a mask and spoke and acted.
The style has changed drastically. But I don’t have enough clues.”
…
The tide of undead corpses has completely subsided. They even disappeared from Raven without leaving many bones. Before dying, they rushed into the densely populated city and slaughtered them wantonly. Nearly half of the residents were killed, and almost half of the upper city was destroyed.
be destroyed.
The leader of the undead army, the terrifying death knight, has been killed, and the body is hung high on the spire of the Holy Light Chapel. The tattered skin and facial contours can vaguely identify it as the local garrison knight Saffirion.
Professor Lordes, the former leader of the Enemy Committee, concluded the meeting in his usual calm tone:
"Saphirion is just a pawn. He is familiar with our tactics and response methods, so he was appointed as the commander of the undead. The death knight's power was only given to him for a short time. After the Griffith team destroyed the tomb chamber, he is fighting with
The extraordinary beings he fought all witnessed the rapid decline of his power.
"The Deathrattle Order's conspiracy here is basically consistent with our previous speculations, and the working principle of the sealed artifact is also known. They used the zombie tide to kill, causing tens of thousands of deaths. In the process, the flesh, blood and soul of the deceased were
It was absorbed by the black mud and transformed into some kind of energy. The rotten soul corpse was the fruit that gathered energy. However, when it was about to be killed, the cult stopped the operation of the sealed objects and rituals, and the essence of the energy was also
Extraction transfer.
“With the support of this powerful spiritual energy, a certain existence was created by them.”
"What existence?" Bishop Horus, the extraordinary person present at the meeting, asked, "Holy light, could it be that the evil god came to the world?"
"It can't be from the evil god. This energy is far from enough," the hunter Moro replied on behalf of the extraordinary wizard. "The Arcane Council and the Bureau of Investigation are investigating. We have captured or killed a large number of members of the Deathrattle Order.
Members and Rihanna's resident mage are also suspected, and we will find out in the subsequent investigation."
"This mission ends here. The subsequent investigation work will be coordinated by Moro and Valkyrie, and the aftermath will be managed by Horus. I still have courses and exams to arrange." Professor Lordes stood up and left without saluting.
Didn't say goodbye.
The meeting ended here. Lordes seemed to have conveyed what he wanted to convey, and stood up and walked to the teleportation array of the Mage Tower. As a professor of Homemon Watts, he did not want to stay for a minute.
The three extraordinary beings and Griffith, who was attending the meeting, looked at each other with big eyes.
"Okay~" Moreau sighed and took out a stack of reports, "There are still a lot of things left. The upper city was hit hard, and there are ruins and refugees everywhere. Fortunately, the new garrison mages and garrison knights were quickly appointed.
We will arrive soon. Let’s take a look at the resettlement of the refugees first..."
…
“How is Amber?” After the meeting, Erza and Griffith came to the Holy Light Chapel together. Almost all the wounded and refugees were placed nearby.
“She witnessed some mysterious presence and was traumatized, but she was fine under the care of the nuns,” Griffith replied.
“Maybe I saw the tide of souls gathering.” Erza sighed softly.
“Soul?” Griffith asked.
"Yes, soul, or similar spiritual aggregate," Erza said, "Revan died tens of thousands of people, their bodies were melted by the black mud, their souls were bound and then extracted, and poured into a certain container
Go inside."
How similar to the situation in Hepu Town. However, this time the cultists completed the extraction of energy. Griffith's expression became extremely serious: "I am going to investigate the archives of the Holy Light Chapel."
"What's it for? Forget it, I won't ask, you can find out and tell me," Erza whispered, "I'm doing some work here, you have to be careful, and call for help if you're in danger."
The two of them found Medemmeier in the crowded corridor. He was squatting outside the ward, peeling apples with neat hands and feet.
"Ophelia, are you okay?" Erza waved to him.
“Still asleep,” Medianmaia pointed to the ward, “There is nothing abnormal.”
Everyone opened a crack in the door and secretly looked into the ward, and found Ophelia sleeping soundly. She was wearing a thin men's white shirt, revealing her long, smooth white legs, her blond hair was hanging loose, and she was humming some inaudible words in her sleep.
, hugging a big pillow and sleeping with his legs sandwiched between the quilt.
…”
"You!" Erza was stunned for a moment and criticized in a low voice, "You are such a beast, how can you take advantage of others' danger and eat them!"
“Ah, this,” Mediamaea was shocked, “I don’t have it!”
Hmph, I didn’t expect you, Midianmaia, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, to be a rough guy. Griffith gave him a look of disdain.
Amid the suppressed denunciations and excuses, the sleeping Ophelia let out a low hum, rubbed her bare legs gently, and murmured seductive murmurs that made the heart beat faster:
“Median Maier, there is no need for you to be a wind wolf in bed~”
The air is stagnant.
“Poof!”
"Hahaha!"
Midianmaiya closed the door as fast as lightning, blushing and shaking his head: "No, no, no, no!"
“What not?!” Griffith asked, “Are you ready to refuse to admit it now?”
"What's not?!" Erza patted him on the shoulder with an expression that said, "I know everything. Don't be burdened. Who doesn't have a shortcoming?"
…
In previous attacks, almost all the local clergy in Revan were killed, and those who took over the work were the reinforced clergy and some devout believers who managed to survive.
In the midst of the chaos, naturally no one dared to stop a would-be knight.
Griffith entered the archives of Holy Light Chapel without any obstruction, closed the door, and prepared to start his own work. As a special investigator, he theoretically has the power to access all official documents.
He first checked the personnel files. There were records of local monks, nuns, and all registered priests on pilgrimage.
He found no files on Krista.
Griffith then checked the relevant records of Bishop Corian who had been transferred. His goal was not to find confidential documents, but to search for the regional bishop's daily work records, sermons, routine documents and reports, and orders.
Still nothing has been found. The archives of the bishop’s work in the past ten years are seriously lacking, and documents from many time periods have been removed.
as I thought……
The corners of Griffith's mouth couldn't help but curl up. Although no valuable information was found in the two attempts, he was already sure that his search direction was correct.
It is not surprising that confidential documents have been destroyed or taken away, but there must be many trivial matters in Bishop Klein's daily work. It is impossible for these documents to be included in the scope of confidentiality. The lack of files can only mean one thing -
—
Bishop Clarian's daily work is related to secrecy, and he is most likely an important node in the Krista incident.
There must be clues hidden in the archives of Raven's Holy Light Chapel here.
Griffith rearranged the files he had looked through and stretched his muscles outside the filing cabinet.
Intelligence analysis is one of Griffith's two major courses at Junior Sergeant School and Homemon Watts. For an intelligence agent, infiltration, assassination, eavesdropping, seduction, etc. are all crooked ways to target public information.
Statistics and analysis are the true meaning of information science.
The organization that wiped out Krista’s existence can take away files and materials with keywords, but if they want to completely erase all traces, they can only burn the place with fire.
Since Raven’s Holy Light Chapel was not burned, there must be clues left.
Christa joined the Eastern Legion in 1441, served for nearly two years, and died in battle in 1443. Griffith then focused his attention on the activity records of the chapel between 1438 and 1441. At that time,
Krista is between 12 and 15 years old, a critical period for formal training.
After a whole night of searching, Griffith found several scattered and suspicious documents from the vast archives.
He took these documents to a corner of the archives room and read and analyzed them carefully.
[March 19, 1438, record of the Raven Chapter’s complaint to the Holy See]
"Irresponsible bureaucratic behavior and pretentious reformists are damaging our cause and faith. Not long ago, devout girls were shepherdess and small workshop owners, the daughters of small landowners. It will take time for the grace of the Holy Light to come to them.
, it is absurd to expel them from their appointments just because they have not been able to complete the tasks of the Holy See. Our ministry has protested many times, and the girls who have been expelled from their appointments should continue to stay in the church and become priests, rather than returning to the church where there is no room for them.
The countryside..."
【On July 2, 1438, the Raven branch's promotional posters in neighboring provinces were recorded and kept on file】
The painting shows a thin, quiet and beautiful girl. She has blond hair, holding high the emblem of the Holy Light, with knights, soldiers, citizens and farmers following behind her.
【On August 12, 1438, the Raven branch's propaganda posters in neighboring provinces were recorded and kept on file】
Griffith saw more exquisite promotional posters of girls.
However, there were no such posters in the following years.
“The audit opinion is that the Raven branch’s evangelistic cash expenditures far exceed the normal level. The auditors believe that a large number of unreasonable other expenses are included in the expenditures.”
【February 24, 1441, rebuke from the Holy See branch of the Eastern Province】
"The abnormal expenditure items of the Raven Chapter must be stopped immediately. The old habits that we all know and have abolished are not only abolished by the new canon, but will also greatly damage the friendly relations between the Holy See and the kingdom, wizards, and knights, and will be detrimental to our cause.
Nothing helps."
【March 1, 1441, work inspection of Raven Branch】
“According to the instructions of the superior department, the overspending project has been terminated, the remaining assets will be properly disposed of, and the relevant personnel have accepted punishment.”
The relevant personnel were probably the local church leaders headed by Bishop Kelian. Griffiths had already found preliminary clues. He took out the canon compilation placed in the most conspicuous place in the archives and read it.
On December 31, 1427, the Holy Light Holy See, under the leadership of the reformists, promulgated a new canon. This new canon was subject to controversy and resistance. The Holy See had to suspend the new canon from taking effect and revised it several times, and finally in 1437
Finally, the formulation of the detailed rules was completed and officially implemented.
The canon is so thick that it can be used as a shield. You may not be able to understand it even after looking at it for a month.
Griffiths, who had studied the required law courses at Homemon Watts, knew where to look for answers. Soon, he found a revised comparison table of the old and new canon law based on the index. This revision was complex and had many entries -
—
“1. Regarding the relationship between the Holy See and the Supreme Court, the Senate
“II. Explanations and sermons about the coming of angels
“Three, abolish the selection of saints
“IV. Concerning the dispatch and combat missions of novice monks and nuns with the army
“Five, the relationship with the Holy See of the Gods
"six,……"
1427, that is, the year when the unspeakable Black Magic Supreme was annihilated and the Aaron family was destroyed. According to Sonia, the powerful people who rushed to rescue the Aaron family that night included the Pope’s Crown Prince
.
Then, the Supreme Being was erased from existence. Judging from the revision time of this canon, several big shots must have held a meeting standing on the corpses of the Aaron tribe to determine the spirit of the next work...
Count Larmore was also present. He might have become a clerk like me not long ago! He probably also had a lot of memory wiped. Hey, who hasn’t been young~
The key point, well, look for the key point! After reading the document all night, Griffith, who was tired and dizzy, patted his face, drank the little water left in the cup, and began to look carefully at the revised parts that he cared about.
From a large pile of seemingly unrelated and messy information, he sorted out some clues. Although the evidence was scattered, the conclusion was clear.
The Raven Branch of Holy Light Church is cultivating a saint who has high hopes.
According to the new regulations of the Holy See, various regions have stopped cultivating and selecting saints who represent the Holy Light to bring joy and blessing to the world, and related projects have been terminated. Combined with other materials, it can be known that this activity has been strongly opposed by churches in various regions.
This matter is easy to understand. If a saint comes, it will be a great good thing for the local church, clergy and residents!
The Raven branch was one of the branches that strongly opposed it. At the end of 1437, after the Holy See issued a strict order, they stopped public activities and candidate recruitment, but they were probably continuing to cultivate saints in private. In early 1441, the audit department discovered
The amount of illegal expenditures in their budget must be huge, otherwise they would not be warned by the audit department.
Soon, the local bishop and person in charge were punished, and the hidden project should have been completely terminated.
Soon after that, Krista joined the Eastern Legion to fight. It was not uncommon for novice monks and novice sisters to accompany the army, but her situation must have been more special.
Two years later, she was killed in battle. For some unknown reason, some being discovered her and hurriedly erased the traces.
Griffith stood up and looked out the window.
Morning light once again fell on the devastated city. Refugees who had narrowly escaped the disaster were lining up to head to official and church resettlement sites.
Griffith looked at the long queue in the distance and thought hard.
Krista should be one of the members of the abolished Holy Lady Project. After the termination of the project, the Holy Light Holy See did not pay special attention to her, but allowed her to go to the dangerous front line to fight. This reason is easy to understand, Holy Lady
There must be many candidates, so there is no need to pay special attention to anyone.
But why did Krista's sacrifice lead to large-scale memory erasure? Could it be that after her sacrifice, the Holy See or other organizations discovered that she was different?
Could she be related to the conspiracy arranged by the cult in Raven? According to Lordes, a certain existence was created. Is this related to her?
…
The girl woke up from the silence. She lay on the cold and hard gravel, undressed, pure and beautiful, and her blue eyes were intoxicated with sadness and memories, making it impossible for anyone to think of any blasphemy.
Silence surrounded her, and in that gorgeous yet suspended time, it seemed as if illusory wings appeared behind her, indicating that the moment for her to fly high had finally arrived.
She looked at the deep blue sky, recalling the silent comfort of cuddling each other in the dark green summer night. Joy and melancholy arose spontaneously, but gradually disappeared in the mottled land.
"No, I can't forget, I can't. I'm willing to pay the price, just to keep his warmth and eyes in my heart." The girl stretched her soft hands and feet, struggled to stand up from the weakness, and didn't know who she was whispering to, "I heard it.
, your will is my action.”
The evening wind is brisk, as if singing a song of destiny.
The girl took a shabby blanket and put it on her body, staggering towards the distant light with her weak feet.
The chirping of birds in the sky echoes in the ruins and wasteland. In order to return to the peaceful land, they are about to pass through the last bit of wind. The bursts of heat in the quiet evening are a sign of the coming heavy rain.
She looked up at the stars and walked alone on the deserted and deserted streets, sighing as she picked up the memories.
As she walked forward, she recalled the gorgeous, warm and broken memories, and sighed softly:
“It would be great if there were only warm times, but life always brings pain to people.
“I can only keep in my heart the joy of being with you and me,
“Even though this body is filthy, I am willing to block all the biting winds for you.
“Through this storm, the place I will go to as a sinful person, whether it is the home that accepts me or the yard of my imagination, it must be my return to your heart.”
Lanzada is supervising the work at the settlement site near the chapel, looking at the registered refugees. Official clerks will record their situations, then classify and arrange them.
At this time, she noticed a staggering and delicate girl appearing not far away. The girl wrapped herself in a blanket and walked barefoot on the gravel-filled ruins.
This is a very beautiful girl, with silky blond hair hanging on her shoulders, a slim and petite figure, and eyes as clear as the blue sky. Under the thin and worn blanket, she seems to have no clothes on.
Lanzada ran over immediately, "Did someone hurt you?"
“No, no,” the girl shook her head, “Thank you.”
Her voice was soft and graceful, as clear as a mountain spring. People nearby couldn't help but look at her, and their hearts hurt by the tragedy were soothed by the beautiful voice.
No one knows her, but deep down they are praying for her to speak more.
“Please come and register,” the clerk said. “We will provide clothing, food and shelter. What is your name?”
The girl’s voice is like a sweet stream flowing in her heart: