Chapter 133: Silas's Judgment

"Ivan, who else knows about this material?" Silas asked seriously.

Silas had just briefly imagined it, and he could already envision the chaos this metal would cause in the future.

Because this metal corresponded not to familiars, but to mysticism!

In other words, these bullets could be used against mystics!

"Um, I just researched this. You're the first to know," Ivan said.

Silas placed both hands on his shoulders and said seriously, "Ivan, remember this. Don't let anyone know about this metal, and from now on, don't show or research it in front of anyone, understand?"

"Why?" Ivan asked in surprise.

Silas said seriously, "Because it will cause great chaos in the entire mystical circle. You need to understand that this metal is for mysticism, not for magical beasts. If this metal is obtained by bad people and made into bullets to attack us clergymen!?"

Hearing this, Ivan's face turned pale. Only now did he realize the subsequent horror.

"It's best to destroy all these things! Don't tell anyone, including Father Anthony!"

Saying this, Silas leaned close to Ivan's ear and whispered, "There are traitors in the Church now. I can't judge who is good and who is bad. Remember, keep this matter firmly in your heart. Heaven knows, earth knows, you know, and I know. Understand?"

"Understood!" Ivan immediately nodded vigorously with a firm expression.

After two months of close companionship, Silas was now the person he trusted most and was closest to. He had found a long-lost feeling of family in Silas.

"Let's destroy this gun and bullets too!" Silas said, looking down.

Ivan, upon hearing this, looked reluctant. "I made this specially for you… Can't we…"

Seeing his pitiful appearance, Silas pondered for a moment, then smiled. "Alright, I'll keep these things for now. When and how to use them, I'll research later. How about that?"

"Okay!" Instantly, Ivan beamed with joy.

Afterward, Silas, like a thief, quickly left with the gun and bullets, returning to his own small chapel.

First, he hid these two items. Silas then let out a sigh of relief and walked into the washroom to take a shower.

"Ivan is reliable in handling matters. I don't need to worry about this for now."

"Then the focus is on tomorrow."

"But before that, there seems to be some problem with that restaurant," Silas thought, narrowing his eyes.

According to the few words left by the souls two months ago, they were all lured by delicious food and then tragically killed.

"That coffee was a bit too good. How can such a high-concentration coffee have that kind of taste?" Silas, who had been drinking high-concentration coffee for a long time, knew very well.

"The best coffee, bar none – that means you indeed have the ability to attract those victims. If that's the case, then that waiter, or the boss, is very likely a member of the Cold Church. And that waiter looked very familiar to me. I've clearly never met him, so why does he look familiar? Because that night, I saw a ghoul flash by, trying to attract my attention. The two look different, but there's a vague similarity in their spiritual temperament."

Thinking of this, a cold glint flashed in Silas's eyes.

"If that's the case, they most likely know about my conversation with Roland. If it's really related to them, there will definitely be an ambush tomorrow, and it will be the kind that can kill both of us in one blow!"

"But I must go tomorrow, because I must use this matter to confirm the coherence and logic of the whole event, as well as some hidden possibilities within it!"

After soaking for ten minutes, Silas stood up, took out the hidden 'Moon Furan' again, and carefully loaded the bullets into the magazine.

"I've also practiced firearms for a long time. I wouldn't call myself a sharpshooter, but close-range shooting at about ten meters is still no problem."

Clenching the cold gun grip, Silas's eyes flickered with a cold light. "Since you're looking for death, then don't blame me for using some unconventional means."

In his dream, Silas once again deduced the entire matter through divine thought and found that all crucial results depended on whether there would be an ambush tomorrow.

If there was, then the entire process could be explained.

The next morning, Silas first went to the mission department to submit the corpse of the Bat Queen and five pairs of water ghost ears, indicating that the mission had been completed.

After submitting them, he returned to the small chapel and changed into a relatively loose and casual outfit.

He wore a fedora, a blue denim jacket, and black trousers with short boots.

This outfit was perfect, convenient for action while not attracting attention.

He wiped his hand across his staff, and the brand-new staff instantly became old and worn like before.

He put the purification potion that restrained small ghouls on his person and also brought two thunder talismans.

Finally, he placed 'Moon Furan' under his armpit. At the same time, Silas also brought two extra magazines of bullets to prevent accidents.

With everything ready, Silas casually walked out.

"Huh? Dressed so low-key, where are you going?" He encountered Father Anthony just as he was about to go out.

Silas smiled. "Spring is here. It's Sunday today. I'm going out for a stroll with my former colleagues from the police station."

Father Anthony said with a beaming smile, "Good. You should maintain this kind of mentality!"

Exiting through the east gate at ten o'clock in the morning, Silas met Roland, still in her casual clothes from yesterday, at the street corner. They then boarded a carriage and headed towards the eastern part of the city.

"We might encounter some danger today. Once a battle starts, you must listen to me. If I tell you to close your eyes, close your eyes. If I tell you to cover your ears, cover your ears. Don't take an extra look! Otherwise, you will completely lose the possibility of turning back into an ordinary person," Silas said with a grim expression in the carriage.

Roland's face turned somewhat pale upon hearing this, but her expression remained firm. She bit her lip and nodded vigorously. "I will do my best. But I've already prepared myself. If it's really necessary, I can step into mysticism."

"I've thought a lot these past two months and have seen through many things. Now that I'm alone, I have nothing left to hold onto. My current goal is to find the truth about Markok. After finding it, I don't know what I'll do once I lose my goal. So now, I don't mind stepping into mysticism. It doesn't matter if I go to some so-called abyss of madness."

Hearing these somewhat desperate words, Silas didn't feel sympathy or heartache. Instead, he sensed a kind of freedom and ease in her words.

"It's good to have this kind of mentality," Silas said with a smile.

Roland smiled along and changed the subject. "I've been playing a game called Gwent with Jack recently. It's quite interesting, but collecting those cards is a bit expensive."

"Jack also plays Gwent?" Silas was taken aback, somewhat surprised.

Roland blinked. "Yes, he's been playing for a long time. He even said, what's so interesting about marriage and wives compared to Gwent? When I troubled him a while ago, I could feel that he was really pent up during that time."

"...…" Silas suddenly felt very embarrassed, because he found that he had… overestimated that hairy monkey!