Chapter nine

Blacka soon knew why she said that the bodies of her companions could be found here.

Because there are piles of corpses here. But to say they are piled up seems a bit hasty. No matter whose corpse it is, they are packed in wooden coffins and piled up. There is frost on them.

"This is?" Blacka asked softly, because this was completely different from what he thought.

There are no malicious people here, and it even looks a bit like a church decoration. Unlike the rock walls and random buildings outside, the facilities here are made of fine stones. Even the walls are made of fine quality materials.

The stone creates the color.

Not far away, a few beautiful girls dressed upright were sitting there, smiling and looking at them.

Behind them were piles of corpses, and there was not even a strange smell. A strange mixture of spices was used between the corpses and the guests. Even the smell of rotting corpses was not unbearable.

"Where the corpses are stored, the value of each of our corpses will be registered here." At this point, Anzola paused, then looked at Blacka and said: "You must first know that he was killed here.

The body belongs to the murderer, unless it is willing to hand it over. If you insist on asking for it, you can directly seek revenge. Not only can you increase your own property, but you can also get back the body of your fellow traveler."

"Is this allowed?"

"If you can defeat everyone present, all the property stored here will be yours." Anzola said: "In other words, if others plan to take your head, you are not safe."

Blacka said nothing because he felt the hostility.

Thirty meters to the right, there are about six people. Judging from the sound, they should be fully armed.

Sixteen meters to the left, there are four people, one of whom should be observing him.

There were a lot of people around, and a lot of them were hostile to them. This hostility appeared after they came in. Otherwise Blacka wouldn't be able to locate these people hiding in strange places.

"Dear guide, what are you here for?" Blacka heard the voices in front, and Anzola was now communicating with the people at the front desk.

"I want to check if there is a corpse of an acquaintance. It may be a corpse that was entered recently. I want to take a look." Anzola said, "Don't worry, we are just here to confirm this time."

"Are you just looking at the bodies of the recent deceased?" the lady at the front desk repeated, and then said: "But you should know that the faces of the corpses just entered are usually destroyed."

"So there have been a lot of corpses with mutilated faces recently registered?" Anzola said a little dissatisfied: "It seems that things are not peaceful here recently."

"You know very well that there is never peace here for a moment." She said this, bowed slightly, and motioned for her to follow her to the warehouse.

Blacka was about to follow, but was stopped by Anzola.

"Wait at the door." She said softly: "Be aware of the surroundings. If there is a situation, try to make as much noise as possible."

Blacka was silent for a moment and nodded.

Indeed, it would not be helpful to go in by oneself. On the way, Anzola did ask for information from the people who came over.

Because the face has been destroyed, you can probably identify it by age, gender and body shape. If you go there yourself, you really can't help.

After just a few minutes, the place became quiet. Blacka leaned against the wall and looked at the people standing here.

Except for those guys who are hostile to me, there are still many people here. But no one speaks, everyone is looking around.

When he was thinking about what he should do if a fight broke out, a man leaned next to him.

"Hi." He greeted.

Blacka's pupils shrank because she didn't notice it until he came closer. There was no hostility or excessive aura, and it was different from Anzola's aura that was not a living thing.

He tilted his head warily, looking at this guy who seemed a bit familiar.

"You look strange." The visitor smiled and said, "Let me meet you. My name is Noah, and I am a priest."

"Priest?" Blacka said softly, looking at his outstretched hand. It was a leather glove with a cross printed on it.

"Yes, I am a priest. I graduated from St. Nice College at the age of twelve and worked as a priest at the local St. Nice Church for six years. I came to the Black Forest three years ago." Noah explained patiently: "

Then can you tell me your name? At least tell me your name."

"Blacka." Blacka said softly, and then recalled things about the priest.

The clergy have a unique position in the kingdom because they are able to use the power given to humans by God. The power is named holy magic.

Different from magic, magic requires talent and hard work. With the use of holy magic, only those who are familiar with it can use this power. It can heal wounds and restore sanity. It can also impose divine punishment and strengthen the whole body with the power of miracles.

Probably based on their application, they can be roughly divided into priests or paladins. The most simple and easy-to-understand classification, and more than 80% of the priests belong to these two professions. Therefore, there is no need to tell ordinary people what these guys who are favored by God really are.

What is the difference.

There are also priests in the knights who came with Blacka, and there are also priests in the church on the other side of the door. There is only one person in ten thousand who is elected as a priest, and it is not necessarily possible that the church will find it and give it the proper training. So the number is small.

To being treated as a legend by Blacka, and chatting with others after dinner.

This guy said he was a priest, but Blacka vaguely remembered that the church strictly prohibited clergy from entering the Black Forest.

Although there were priests joining the knights at that time, it was only because of the prince. It was a special case, a special case among special cases.

If this guy is not such a special case, he can only be said to be a traitor who secretly entered the Black Forest. There is nothing surprising about this. After all, this is the Black Forest. As long as he can survive in the outside world, he will not be able to survive.

I will come here to make a big gamble with my life.

But being able to become a priest is enough to show that he is above ten thousand people. Is there any need to gamble with his life?

"Don't shake hands?" Noah asked: "Don't worry, I don't intend to use my brain."

His hand had been hanging in the air for a long time, but Blacka didn't take it.

"I'm very sorry. This seems to me to be a very dangerous move." Blacka said, "My name is Blacka. I live over there at the door. Indeed, I just came to the Black Forest recently."

He didn't have much favorable impression of this guy, because even on the other side of the door he didn't like these clergy very much.

If anything, what these guys do is to occasionally bring food to poor families to distribute. Things about church corruption have never been news.

"Really?" Noah took back his hand and crossed his hands on his chest.

In fact, this kind of seemingly arrogant movement is a sign of goodwill, because moving your arms like this will be under the gaze of others, and you can't do small movements at all.

If he had never met Anzola before, maybe Blacka would feel very at ease with such a guy. Not only did he not say he was hostile, but he also tried to use some friendly gestures to show that he was not hostile.

But he had seen Anzola, a guy who could completely conceal his hostility, and he chose this time to get close. It didn't look like he wanted to come over and have a good chat.

"What are you looking for?" Noah asked suddenly: "I am still very familiar with this place, maybe I know."

"Do you know any nighttime robbers here?" Blacka asked tentatively.

"At night? That's probably all you can see." Noah looked at the people in the entire hall and said, "Everyone here is a robber."

"You know the question I want to ask is not like this." Blacka said a little dissatisfied. She doesn't really want to discuss issues about people right now. What she wants to know now is just who killed the people traveling with her.

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"Haha, sorry, sorry." This guy said with a smile, as if it was a joke.

Blacka looked at his attire, and it took him a while to confirm that this guy was indeed a priest. Because in addition to gloves, this guy also had many decorations to prove his identity.

He should be slightly older than me, but he looks very young.

"You smell of blood." Blacka asked softly, "Did you just do something?"

"Blood? I took a good bath." He was stunned for a moment, raised his arm and sniffed a little dissatisfied, and then sighed: "Indeed, there is a smell."

This guy's answer confused Blacka, and he was a little worried about this guy.

Although there is no hostility, according to the meaning of the words, he does not deny that he has just done something unscrupulous.

"Can I ask you now why you came here?" Blacka asked softly.

"Me? I heard that you are in the team with Duoyan, right? There is a guide in the team." He said: "I want to ask if there is anyone else. To be honest, the team I was in before

They are a bunch of useless guys. After one defeat, they are no longer in it. They are really worthless trash."

He said a little dissatisfied: "But at least the weight of these guys is very satisfactory."

"Did you kill your teammate?" Blacka said softly, wanting to confirm his judgment.

He really couldn't think of a worse act than this. No matter what the reason was, it was unforgivable to hurt a partner who had been with him through life and death.

"Don't worry, there will be no revenge." Noah would have mistaken his meaning and explained like this: "I cut off the heart and head with a knife. Those guys are just ordinary people and there is no way they can survive."

What he was considering was the issue of preventing revenge. If he was going to take action, he would make sure not to leave anyone alive. Otherwise, he would be stabbed in the back at who knows when.

"I think you've missed my point." Blacka said softly, "Do you think we're going to have someone to watch out for?"

He lied because Duoyan indeed said that he wanted to recruit people, but he did not say exactly what kind of people he wanted.

Does Duoyan want a guy who needs to be worried all the time? Blacka knew the answer in his heart, because he was a guy who needed to be wary of. He didn't take any precautions.

"This is the Black Forest. You need to be careful no matter who comes." Noah said with a smile: "At least I am honest. I have no intention of lying to you, and as a priest and a veteran here, I

But it can guarantee my experience."

"Have you any experience in killing people?" Blacka said dissatisfiedly. He was very opposed to this matter. We are all human beings and live in the same world. It is simply unreasonable to hurt others just for yourself.

"In any case, what you said is too narrow-minded." Noah did not deny it, but seemed to intend to use a supplementary explanation: "You don't seem to be at ease with me."

Blacka didn't want to deal with this guy anymore. As expected, he was still not good at communicating with others.

But even so, this guy didn't leave. He just leaned there and looked at the people in the hall.

"What did you want when you came to the Black Forest?" Noah asked softly.

"It was an accident that I came to the Black Forest. I didn't have what I wanted." Blacka replied.
To be continued...