Chapter 117: Markok's Suicide

After a warm and hearty dinner, the two, according to custom, prayed to the Azure Moon Goddess for an hour.

After the prayer, everything returned to normal. Of course, as a devout believer, Ada was not as idle as Silas and planned to complete a vigil for the Azure Moon Goddess through prayer.

Lying comfortably in bed, Silas didn't think much before entering the dreamscape.

When he opened his eyes again, he was already sitting on the throne.

"There's something wrong with that ghoul's appearance. Cunning ghouls would never easily reveal their forms, let alone actively attack Church clergymen. And just now, he rashly attacked me and retreated after one blow. This means his purpose in coming was not to attack me, but to deliberately show his presence. In other words, he wanted to intentionally draw my attention in this direction."

"Combining this with the current situation, then this incident is just the beginning. The Cold Church is merely a shield to cover for the man in black. And their true purpose and plan must have already begun to be secretly implemented in other aspects!"

Thinking of this, Silas suddenly saw the light, finally grasping the strangeness of this matter.

"Tomorrow, after Markok recovers, I'll ask him about his situation!" Silas thought.

"Greetings, my Lord!" Chuck's voice came from the doorway.

Silas raised his head and asked calmly, "What is it?"

"Your servant has returned from patrolling the dreamscape and is here to report on the situation of your subjects," Chuck said respectfully.

These past few days, Silas had not summoned Randall and the others to the warship but had used Chuck as an emissary to patrol and check on the situation of the four.

Chuck, possessing some of Silas's authority, could easily travel back and forth between the dreamscapes of the four individuals through their mutual connection.

"Speak."

Chuck bowed and replied, "Randall's situation is not good. His family strongly opposes his proposal, and they are now at a stalemate. Helles is in good condition. She has become a mystical mercenary in the Land of Nightfall and has already experienced three mystical battles, showing significant improvement."

"Adeline has already met up with Jeros, but due to identity issues, they meet very rarely. She has already led Bernice to infiltrate the middle-ranking noble circles of the imperial capital. Recently, the situation in the capital has been quite turbulent. The old king is old and frail, and the princes are engaged in serious infighting. On the other hand, the infighting in the Guinness Duchy on the border is intensifying. It is said that a large number of undead and werewolves have appeared, attracting the covetous attention of many forces. Many cult organizations are preparing to use it as a springboard to infiltrate the empire."

Silas nodded slightly. "Anything else?"

Chuck hesitated for a moment, then asked tentatively, "My Lord, do you need to go on an expedition? The undead have already risen to form a banner, the bones of the people are piled up to build an altar, and war and death have intertwined to form a throne, awaiting your arrival."

Silas's attention was not on this at the moment. He said casually, "The time is not yet right."

Chuck nodded and respectfully withdrew.

Outside the temple.

"How was it?" Pamela asked tentatively in a low voice.

Chuck shook his head. "My Lord's thoughts are not something we ignorant people can fathom."

Pamela nodded along, turned her head to look outside the warship, and said lightly, "We can only say that their blessings are not enough; they are not qualified to be embraced by my Lord."

Here, due to the problem of brain capacity, Silas didn't think too much before falling into a deep sleep.

The next morning, Silas, as usual, took the Husky for morning exercises. After returning and eating breakfast, he quickly went to the Church.

He attached great importance to Markok's situation and the aftermath of the corpse infant.

When Silas had just arrived at the Church, he happened to see Father Harden, who partnered with Father Anthony, walking over from not far away with a hurried expression.

"Good morning, Father Harden. Did something happen?" Silas greeted.

Father Harden's face, covered with a thick black beard, showed a hint of gravity. "You've come at the right time. Hurry and follow me."

"What happened?" Silas felt somewhat uneasy.

"Markok, whom you brought over yesterday, suddenly committed suicide after waking up at four o'clock this morning," Father Harden said in a low voice.

"What!?" Hearing this, Silas's eyes widened.

...

In the morgue of the Church's medical area, several people surrounded Markok's completely dead body.

Among them were Silas, Father Harden, a middle-aged man in a pristine white robe, Father Hank, and finally, Roland, her face pale.

"What on earth happened!" Roland was trembling all over, her spirit already broken.

Silas looked down at Markok's body. It was clear that he truly wanted to die. He had used glass shards from an infusion bottle to cruelly cut his own throat. There were three hideous wounds on his neck. The blood had already been cleaned, revealing the pale cross-section of his skin.

"Does His Lordship the Bishop know about this?" the middle-aged man in the white robe asked in a low voice.

He was the captain of the Priests in the Bayne region, named Gael Mauser, an expert-level Priest.

Five days ago, he had returned from the capital with the Priest group after participating in the Holy Choir selection and had resumed normal work.

Father Hank said, "Bishop Ron was seriously injured in the battle with the vampire last time and has not yet recovered. The Vice-Bishop is handling the aftermath at the clinic."

"What exactly happened to him?" Gael questioned in a low voice.

Father Hank explained, "When he came yesterday, he was seriously injured. I performed normal blood therapy on him. He remained unconscious due to spiritual trauma."

"In the early morning, he suddenly woke up, smashed the infusion bottle, frantically drove away the attending nun, and locked the door from the inside. He kept saying things like he was guilty, deserved to die, and sorry to his father. By the time I brought people and broke open the door, he was already lying in a pool of blood. After an hour of rescue efforts, he died."

Hearing this, everyone fell into contemplation.

No one suspected it was a homicide, because this was the Church of Holy Blood!

"Could it be that the mystical influence hasn't completely ended?" Silas thought of a possibility.

Father Hank shook his head. "Before treatment, we had already performed a thorough purification and exorcism. It can be said with certainty that there are no mystical elements in his body."

Roland, with a dazed expression, walked over, looked down at Markok's body, and trembled continuously.

Tears silently streamed down her face. She slowly leaned down and gently hugged the cold body.

Silas gently touched her shoulder and then said with a serious expression, "I need to pray for him and inquire of his soul."

Hearing this, Priest Gael, beside him, replied coldly, "I hope you will not defile this subject's soul."

Silas nodded slightly and didn't say much.

He had met Priest Gael and the other two priests a few times, but for some reason, these three held a considerable prejudice against him.

And this certain reason was, naturally, Silas's heroic performance and superior priestly abilities compared to theirs when they left.

Especially Silas's ability to communicate with souls, which made the three harbor an inexplicable hostility towards Silas.

Silas knew this very well, so he treated them neither coldly nor warmly, always maintaining a distance.

If others don't offend me, I won't offend them.