Timut is a man with a thick beard on his lips. He is close to thirty years old, but not yet. He has become a priest, so he is still unmarried.

Stretching out his right hand that was covered by a black robe, Timte shook the paper document in his hand. He briefly recalled what happened after noon today.

"Well... in general, it's no different from usual. The followers of the goddess confess, express their feelings, and pass on part of their emotions to you, and then you can only give some appropriate suggestions."

Timte sighed, lowered his arms that were half raised in front of his chest, and retracted into his loose sleeves.

"Many times, you can only play the role of a 'tree hole', you know? Siya, that feeling of powerlessness is really bad."

"After receiving all kinds of emotions during each mass, I even have to go to the hospital to see a psychiatrist..."

Speaking of this, Timte's eyes moved slightly, distressed emotions flashed through his eyes. He seemed to have remembered something, and changed the topic.

"But speaking of it, something special happened in the first few dozen minutes when the confessional session started this afternoon."

"Can you talk about it? If it involves the believers' personal affairs, then forget it."

Siya curiously interjected. A priest who often listens to believers' confessions and confessions can say that it is something special. It is definitely not an ordinary trivial matter. She has always had a strong interest in such stories.

Timte smiled, said "hmm", then considered and said:

"I can't say yet, because I'm not sure whether this matter itself is related to the recent oracle instructions issued by the Goddess of the Holy Land."

"I need to report this matter to the deacon, and I may need your help in the whole process."

"When everything is tested and confirmed to be related to the oracle issued by the goddess, I can tell you about this later."

His eyes moved upward, Timte thought for a moment, and then said: "Maybe you don't need me to tell you. When the inspection process is over, maybe you will know about it, Siya."

"It seems that it involves a mysterious field. Do you need my help to verify the authenticity?" A cunning light flashed in her eyes, and Siya guessed in an almost certain tone.

Because due to the recent oracle of the goddess, the Pope of the Holy Land of the Church issued an order to hunt down all alien supernatural beings and conduct necessary investigations into all supernatural phenomena, so Siya definitely believed that what the priest said was related to the mystery. related to the field.

Before Timte could continue to answer, Siya, who was very interested in the matter, did not want to waste time. She pointed at an inconspicuous secret door in the corner of the worship room. The golden pattern was connected with curves, and the outline of the door was hidden. in it.

At this time, there were several believers at the entrance of the worship room holding some doctrinal books, books related to the church's publications and the deeds of the goddess, intending to enter the worship room to read and complete today's prayer ceremony.

Timte noticed these believers. After all, some of the things they talked about could only be discussed within the church.

There were others outside, so Timte looked back with concern. He started first, leading Siya to the secret door.

Just before the believers were about to enter the worship room, Timte fumbled for the activation mechanism of the secret door. He pushed open a gap and squeezed in with Siya.

Got in.

In the darkness, the orange candle flame swayed on the candle holder beside the wall, emitting a bright and quiet warm light. Every once in a while, there would be a firelight to dispel the surrounding darkness.

The door behind him closed silently, and what Timote saw in front of him was a platform of moderate length and width. By the light of the fire, he saw a circular staircase winding downwards.

They are now inside one of the spires of the Pocaster Church, which has been completely hollowed out, leaving a passage deep underground.

Timut, who had entered the room many times, was no stranger to such an environment. He took down an unlit kerosene lamp from the wall near the door and lit it with candles on the surrounding walls.

"Although this is my third time here, I still feel a sense of adventure!" The sound of subtle footsteps was mixed with Siya's words. She followed Timut, trying to lower her voice as much as possible.

"Hmm...don't you think the air here is very bad? Siya." Frowning, Tim held up the kerosene lamp to identify the path under his feet. He pinched his nose and declared that he had designed the air structure of the building.

dissatisfaction.

Siya glanced around, but she didn't feel this way, her nose was twitching, and her whole attention was not on it.

"It's not as bad as expected... Timte, how do you think this time compares with the previous two times?"

"Will there be any supernatural influence?"

Siya's daily life without any disturbance made Siya feel bored. She wanted to personally experience an incident with extraordinary power and then solve it.

"It's very possible that if the old man didn't lie about his identity, well... maybe he still disclosed it to us on purpose."

Siya's conversation reminded Timut of Snake's identity. In his understanding, he could become the boss of the Flying Snake Party, the largest gang organization in Rickon City. He could not be ignorant of such extraordinary things.

The other party may know more or less about such events.

"I really hope I can encounter such a mysterious event..." Siya muttered in a low voice, her dark eyes like a piece of exquisite black gauze, shining with lights called longing.

After a minute or two, while the two of them chatted from time to time, they completed the long circular staircase, and Siya had a slight problem with her balance.

When she got down to the last step, she had to wait several seconds before taking the next step, and her body fell uncontrollably to the right.

A narrow cross passage appeared before them, and there were no candles here.

Even the dozens of circular stairs closest to here had no candles. There was a moist smell of earth lingering on the tip of the nose, and gas lamps that were not too dependent on oxygen were lit on both sides of the wall.

Covered with a transparent glass lampshade, it emits dim light and flows quietly in the darkness.

Without much pause, Siya and Timte were about to walk over when a kerosene lamp suddenly appeared from the corner on the right, and then an elderly man walked out.

He is indeed a bit old, with layers of wrinkles on his skin hidden in the shadows, and his voice is not very pleasant. The two combined make him look particularly scary.

"What's the matter?"

The old man made a routine inquiry. He was the servant on duty in this hidden passage. He could change his shift and have dinner in less than an hour.

"Deacon Lockwook needs to be asked

Please ask me something." Timt said very cryptically. According to the confidentiality agreement, as a servant, he cannot know too much information. The most he can do is inform the people he wants to inform.

This is what the servants who guard this passage need to do.

"It's very important." After thinking for a while, Timte added another sentence cautiously.

"Okay, wait a minute."

Without asking any further questions, the old man half-turned and walked towards the right corner. His pace was not slow and his body was relatively strong. He quickly disappeared from the sight of the two of them.

After a while, when the old man reappeared in front of the two of them, he raised his free left hand, turned his body halfway and pointed to the aisle behind him, and said:

"Go straight to the third room. You may have to wait a moment. Deacon Lockwook has something to take care of."

Timte nodded slightly, and after politely saying thank you, he led Siya forward and found the door to room three.

Pushing the door open, Timt entered. The place was quite simple, with only a table and a few chairs. Apart from these, the walls were decorated with cement, with patterns and patterns related to the goddess painted in golden colors and black lines.

Timute found a seat and sat down. The lively Siya also behaved very honestly. She sat on Timute's left side, and both of them quietly waited for the arrival of Deacon Lockwook.

About ten minutes passed, during which the two of them chatted about recent developments to pass the time.

At this moment, the wall facing Timut suddenly made the sound of gears.

The exquisitely drawn lines extended into the outline of a door, the sound of heavy stone shifting was heard, and a large area of ​​stone on the wall suddenly tilted forward.

A man wearing a black gold-trimmed robe came out. He just walked out of the door. He apologized with an apologetic smile, and then briefly explained why he arrived so late.

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting for so long. I just wanted to explain the doctrine to a wealthy businessman. He is a very devout believer in the goddess."

"As you know, he just donated a full 100 soles, and I can't refuse some of his requests."

Um...it's great to have money, Siya muttered enviously in her heart. Before she could think more about it, Deacon Lockwook asked again:

"What happened again this time?"

Lockwook looked at Timut. As soon as he came out of the secret passage, he noticed that Timute wanted to speak.

Because of the rules of the confessional and the requirements for himself, Timt did not intend to elaborate on what Snake confided in the confessional. He had to keep his word and not leak the secret. Therefore, he simply mentioned

One sentence,

"Recently, a murder case in the Flying Snake Bar was reported in the Ruiken Daily. Among today's believers, someone explained to me the details of the incident and the relevant investigation results."

"After my preliminary judgment, it has the influence of extraordinary power."

"Is he the godfather of the Flying Snake Party or a subordinate?" Siya interjected curiously, she was more concerned about who this believer was.

"Hmm..." Timte thought for a moment and felt that the name should also be part of the confession room. He immediately refused with a decisive smile and said: "Siya, you know, I need to keep this confidential.

There’s no way to tell you.”
Chapter completed!