Chapter 78: Jeros's Letter

Returning to the city, Silas gave some instructions to Helles and Bernice, then left the carriage and went home by himself.

Of course, Bart was very thoughtful and gave Silas 1 Crown to make it easier to explain to Ada.

The following time was very peaceful. The two, now idle, sat in the warm living room, each reading their own books, chatting while drinking coffee. Time passed warmly and comfortably.

As night fell, Silas was tidying up and preparing for bed when suddenly, with a whoosh, a black raven landed outside his window.

Silas found this raven somewhat familiar. After thinking for a moment, he suddenly remembered that it seemed to be the Night Watcher Logan's raven.

He hurriedly opened the window and found a letter clutched in the raven's talons.

After Silas took the letter, the raven flapped its wings and quickly flew away.

Closing the window with a puzzled expression, Silas tore open the envelope and took out the letter paper inside.

On the pristine white letter paper were bold, black characters.

"A letter from Master Jeros?" Silas first saw the signature on the letter.

The format of the letter was very much in Jeros's style: no opening greeting, directly to the point:

Sister Marlene told me you've recovered well, and your spirit seems even better than before. I am very gratified. Possessing such a resilient spirit will allow you to walk more steadily on your future path.

The purpose of this letter, delivered by Logan late at night, is simple: I am leaving. You are now in charge of the Green Flame Brotherhood matter.

"What!?" Silas's eyes widened upon seeing this, and he continued to read with a strange expression.

A transfer order came from the Church at dusk, requiring me to depart for the capital tomorrow to prepare for the ceremony of promotion to Archbishop. Becoming an Archbishop is very important to me, so important that in my view, it outweighs the lives of thousands.

I gladly accept this transfer order and will leave Bayne City tomorrow morning.

Your performance these past two weeks has been excellent. Your bravery and rigor have proven your worth, and your integrity and kindness have saved your life.

I know you have an extraordinary identity and have deliberately hidden much from me, but that is not important. What's important is that you are good at keeping secrets, sufficiently cautious, and trustworthy.

!!!!!

Seeing this, the hairs on Silas's entire body stood on end. His heart suddenly beat faster, and his spirit trembled violently.

"The lies I told back then… Master Jeros actually knew all along!" Silas's eyes widened, just like Bart's expression earlier.

Gulping, Silas calmed himself with the Mantra of Serenity and continued to read.

We Demon Hunters are not loyal to the Church; we merely have a cooperative relationship. Therefore, I did not take measures against you and even paved the way for your promotion because, in the future, I may need your help.

Prudence and patience are the most excellent qualities for achieving great things, and you possess both. What you lack are opportunities and experience. At the same time, your parasitic existence under the Church is similar to mine, so I can only entrust this matter to you.

I have thoroughly investigated this entire matter and told the person I trust most in my life. Tomorrow, take this letter to Oak Mansion and find Mrs. Michelle. She will tell you everything you need and provide you with necessary assistance in resolving this matter.

You seem very concerned about the Demonesses. I suspect you may have a connection with them. Don't be nervous upon reading this. Speaking of this, I just want to tell you that if you can handle this matter to my satisfaction, when we meet next time, I can tell you enough about the Demonesses.

Alright, little fellow, I've said all I need to say. Finally, a piece of advice: you can put all your passion and energy into the Church, but do not entrust your faith and trust to it. Be wary of blood therapy, and revere the blood of the Old Gods. —Jeros Byron.

Clutching the letter paper, Silas sat stupefied on the bed, unable to recover for a long time.

He didn't know how much time had passed before Silas laughed self-deprecatingly, because all these days, his supposedly perfect lies had actually been seen through by Jeros.

"Truly teaching a fish to swim! Like a buffoon." The more Silas thought about it, the funnier it became.

After a few self-deprecating remarks, Silas put the letter away, lay down on the bed, and fell asleep.

Sitting on the throne, Silas meticulously organized and analyzed the entire content of Jeros's letter, drawing many key points.

"First: Jeros himself is not loyal to the Church. He seems to have been looking for something through the Church, so even if he sees problems within the Church, as long as it doesn't harm his own interests, he won't easily expose them."

"Second: That trustworthy person of Jeros is very likely a heretic wanted by the Church. Otherwise, he wouldn't use such a secretive method to entrust me, who is also considered a heretic, to liaise with that person."

"Third: There is indeed a hidden truth about the Demonesses. From Jeros's words, he seems to be very knowledgeable about the situation and hidden details concerning the Demonesses."

"Fourth: Blood therapy indeed has problems. The red shadow I saw flash by in the hospital that day was very likely a side effect of blood therapy."

"Finally: Jeros is alone in the Church. He urgently needs to cultivate his own faction to help him. As long as I perform well enough, he will be very willing to help pave the way for me."

After analyzing, Silas thought of a possibility: "Is he trying to recover his emotions?"

"The emotions of Demon Hunters are completely suppressed because they have taken mutagenic potions. This is just like how the Priest potion initially modified my brain's consciousness and instincts. In the dream, I used the long spear to break through the tissue in that area, allowing me to return to normal. If the Demon Hunter potion has a similar structure, I should be able to help him resolve his emotional problems in the dream."

"If that's the case, perhaps I can even use this method to draw Jeros into the Church of the Evening Bell. With the protection of a central Archbishop, I can even send Helles and Bernice into the Church, developing rapidly under the wings of the Church of Holy Blood."

After thinking it over, Silas sighed. "These are all just empty thoughts for now. I still don't know what Jeros truly seeks from the Church."

Temporarily setting aside these thoughts, Silas strode out of the temple.

The guards outside still stood motionless, like statues.

"Right, I'll test it out," Silas thought, then called Zach and Pamela.

"My Lord!" The two stepped forward and knelt.

Silas said calmly, "Infiltrate Helles and Bernice's dreams through their coordinates. Tell them to go to Oak Mansion at nine o'clock tomorrow morning to protect my Apostle."

"Yes!" The two, their expressions full of joy upon hearing this, then leaped down, rode their phantom wolves, trailing streams of light, and entered the grey dream world.

A few minutes later, the two returned with their usual expressions, knelt, and reported, "Master, the message has been delivered."

Silas felt completely assured and nodded with satisfaction. "Very good, my warriors."