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"What clues have you asked?"

The bald man asked slightly hunched over at the witch hunter, and asked with some contempt.

"I'm sorry, these children are too shy, like a group of turtles, which retract into the shell after a little bit of movement. I didn't have time to ask." Arkham clamped the doll on his elbow and looked at the bald man's face. The morning light shone the thick soft fur on his face, but there was no expression of relief.

He was not worried about the witch hunter's private inquiry.

"His Excellency Carl has ruled out the suspicion of Priest Xinni. Both monsters have not even left their root hairs, so is it impossible to complete the purification before dark today?"

"That depends on how cooperative you are!"

"Just ask, I promise to speak out!"

Arkham thought about it,

"Just just now, I saw a girl with blond hair and brown eyes, about fifteen years old. She reminded me of a friend, so I was a little curious about her life experience and how she came to the temple."

"A poor little girl, An Gulan," the man, although he was wondering why he asked this question, he answered honestly, "A female nobleman quietly gave birth to her. Unfortunately, the mother's vanity is far greater than her sense of responsibility. She is unwilling to give birth to a illegitimate daughter with a little warmth, and brought her to a distant relative in Soden at the age of five or six to foster her..."

"No wonder this girl is so alert."

Arkham deeply agrees with this. The child who leaves his parents is rootless duckweed. Even if he is taken care of by distant relatives, he can only be guaranteed to be barely starved to death. If his relatives are sarcastic, his situation will not be as good as a wandering child.

In comparison, I am much lucky, being absorbed by the witch brothers, turning from a runny kid to a powerful warrior, and having the power to protect myself and survive in troubled times.

Practice limited justice!

"Later, Nifgaard's army invaded the north, and the battle of Mount Sodeng broke out, and that area was affected by war. No one could tell what would happen tomorrow during the war, so they fled to Covere and Poves to the north."

The bald man looked outside the fence of the courtyard. A bunch of kale bloomed tenaciously under the cold morning breeze, and a rose-red wave rippled in the white snow.

"The road is long, and they have suffered a lot of sins when they are hungry and full. When they passed by Songlin District, the family felt that they could not support An Gulan even if they entered the city. The little girl, who was only twelve years old at that time, was regarded as a burden, and BPBP was abandoned at the gate of the temple..."

The man wiped the tears that almost didn't exist in the corner of his eyes malice, "All her relatives abandoned her, and she chose to throw herself into the arms of my Lord, so that he could end the fate of turbulent displacement."

He opened his arms towards the dormitory and said with emotion,

"Now she has gained a stable life, and I, Ms. Daisy, Brother Dino, BPBP is definitely much more responsible and reliable than her unqualified mother and distant relatives!"

"So she was abandoned twice?"

"Is it strange? All the children here have similar experiences. BPBP lost her family in the war and became orphans. BPBP or the family went bankrupt, her parents were unable to raise her, BPBP was wandering on the streets and in the wilderness. To be honest, more than one-third of BPBP was abandoned twice, and BPBP even had a boy abandoned three times!"

"But the temple mercifully and selflessly took them in. "The great man said firmly, "If the children never leave and firmly believe in my Lord, this is their home for life. I, Dino, and Priest Daisy are their eternal families!"

Arkham felt a little conflicted, and his intuition told him that the man's statement came from the heart, but An Gulan didn't like Lei Bida Temple so much before.

"You can see that you have no talent in caring for your children, and bpbp has raised them as timid as mice."

"That's not all our responsibility, bpbp." Bruci slowed down his speech and rubbed his neck. bpbp "The children suffered too much before entering the temple. The harsh environment of bpbp greatly hurts their young body and mind, which leads to such a cautious personality. It's not an old saying, bpbp sometimes the shadow of childhood, bpbp will cover life for the rest of their lives."

As soon as the man stopped speaking, he looked at Carl, the priestess, and Dino, who was carrying a bundle of corpses, carrying a bundle of corpses, and after the discussion, he walked out of the house side by side. Carl shook his head regretfully at his companion. Obviously, after a long conversation, he had no gains, but the latter blinked at him in secret.

Arkham got a lot of inspiration from Angulan, such as the last tutu she mentioned, and the black Greba tattoo... but there are still many doubts that are unknown.

He instead proposed to visit the temple.

The priestess readily agreed and accompanied the two to visit all the architectural courtyards, kitchens, halls, bathrooms, toilets, and prayer rooms. The process was not good. Even if the witch hunter's senses were fully opened, he could not find a claw mark or a spider web.

Everything is normal.

The last turn to the children's dormitory.

Arkham took the opportunity to make another request, "I had said something to Angulan before, and I didn't have the opportunity to communicate with other children. They were afraid of having sex. Priest Daisy, please call them together."

The woman gathered her hair and begged,

"No problem, but I hope the two of them are gentle and polite. If fate imposes too much criticism on them, they should not be hurt any more!"

"Don't worry, we were orphans, understand that pain," Arkham and Carl said in unison.

...

In the white courtyard covered with snow, ten children lined up in a square line under the eaves.

Arkham saw the familiar Angulan at the end of the team. The girl stretched her neck and looked at the horses in the shack unwillingly, ignoring the two demon hunters.

The other children had a timid expression on their faces, shrank their shoulders, and under their colorful and shabby cotton jackets, their malnourished bodies were as thin as bamboo poles, and they were slightly hunched.

The scrutiny of the two strangers made them anxious, their eyes flashed, their hands pinched, their toes turned, their teeth grinded, and all kinds of strange phenomena.

The priestess stood among the children in a long robe, and several children surrounded her, pulling her skirt and corners of her clothes, and being very close to her, just like children relying on their mothers.

"Children, for the sake of the safety of the temple, next, you must answer the questions of the two masters honestly! If anyone's answer can help catch the murderer, one more potato for dinner!"

After these words, the pale and restless little faces became brighter and there was a hint of expectation.

Arkham didn't talk nonsense, holding up his doll and looking around, "Have anyone seen it?"

A small head shaking, like a dragonfly passing by a lake.

"You said, man."

Arkham pointed at the boy with a few small freckles dotted between his nose. He looked not very smart, thin and like a cub.

The moment he was called, he stayed in place as if struck by lightning.

"Du Lan, speak loudly like a man!" The bald man's huge palm like a palm-leaf fan pushed him out of the crowd.

The boy's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he was so nervous that he scratched his head, looking left and right, shaking his head,

"No, I haven't seen it before!"

He looked at his companions like he asked for help, but caused a group of people to retreat and isolated him.

"Poor boy, don't be afraid, we won't cut your head, come here and say something," Arkham waved at him casually, and when he approached slowly and the positions of the three temple managers fell behind him.

Arkham stretched out his left hand like lightning and pressed his left cuff, and held his thin little hand with his right hand, and tried his best with both hands lightly and quickly.

Hiddenly and quickly pulled open his sleeves, glanced at them, and immediately closed them

Greba in the valley lpa black!

Dark spider web tattoo!

The whole process was silent, and even the boy himself did not notice it. The others only saw Arkham pie stuffed a piece of jerky stuffed into the boy's palm.

"Eat it, give you a gift. Are you more comfortable? What's your name? How old are you this year? How many years have you been in the temple?"

"Lampaya, twelve years old...well...I, I've been here for four years."

"So, have the temple been attacked by something invaded from the outside during this period? Think about it carefully."

Arkham raised his voice, sure everyone could hear it.

"Maybe you can't name them? I'll give you a tip, bobcats, snow leopards, big wolf spiders, or similar animals!"

Lampa suddenly looked back at Priest Daisy, and was encouraged by her motherly kind smile, and said tremblingly,

"No, if...if... if I had seen those things, I would definitely have an impression and I will never forget it for the rest of my life!"

Arkham nodded, raised his chin, let him return to the crowd, and exchanged another look with Carl.

"Who has any other answer?"

Two pairs of amber vertical pupils swept across the crowd. A tall and thin man with gray hair, a short man with a crooked nose and buck teeth, and a stupid little girl with marijuana braids... The children who were swept were like little quails blown by the cold wind, shaking their heads.

"You two, should you believe us?" Dino said, stroking his plump beard, "No one has seen any cat, spider!"

"That unfortunate accident," Bruzzi agreed, "has gone completely without leaving any trace, let all the past pass. The most urgent task is to find another way to purify these two bones on your back."

"Maybe you're right," Arkham murmured, "but there is another possibility!"

His voice paused, and then he became penetrating and touching.

"Children, is there something threatening you and forcing you to not tell the truth?"

"Did you see the sword behind us?"

"The hundreds of monsters standing in front of us were all cut under the sword." Carl said with a strong tone, "You guys say that we are responsible for your safety!"

In an instant, the courtyard became a whirlpool, and only the breeze blew by and the snowflakes danced.

The children held their breathing pale and suppressed, and were silent, and lowered their heads one after another.

"What do you mean?" The bald man showed a ridiculous expression. He was deeply hurt by this question. The respect and pleasing on his face disappeared. Anger erupted from his eyes. "We were almost done with our orders. Are you still questioning us? Doubt our sincere efforts to these children?"

"You misunderstood. I didn't necessarily mean you. I mean something lurking in the dark. Do you understand?"

"Why are you still unwilling to believe us?"

Deep sadness appeared on Daisy's fair and pretty face, tears surging in her eyes, and shoulders trembled.

"Is it wrong for us to take in these orphans, work hard to support them, and educate them?"

"Is everything so sharp in your witch hunters' eyes, either black or white? Either justice or evil!"

At this moment, the children surrounding her seemed to be strongly stimulated.

All cowardice on his face disappeared, tense, disgust and anger emerged.
To be continued...