Chapter 136: Harm

Holy Blood Cathedral, Bishop's Bedroom.

"Vampires, these heretics, must be eliminated!" The white-haired missionary sat in a chair, his expression full of determination, while also expressing sympathy for Bishop Ron's attack by vampires.

Sitting opposite him was Bishop Ron.

At this moment, Bishop Ron looked very haggard, his eyes covered with gauze. From the side, one could vaguely feel that his head was somewhat deformed.

Bishop Ron smiled, his pale lips sipping red tea, and said, "The Church of Holy Blood and the Radiant Church have always been friendly allies. Our two churches have jointly launched three expeditions to the Abyss, hunted the Storm Dragon together, and wiped out multiple cults. We can be called strategic partners, Father Harold."

Father Harold, upon hearing this, beamed with a smile. "Yes, we share a common stance and should naturally support each other."

"Regarding your proposal just now, after careful consideration, I have agreed. However, you should know that any acquisition comes at a price."

Father Harold's expression was filled with excitement. He said emphatically, "Speak, I will do my utmost to help you achieve it."

"I need you to activate your displacement formation to heal my eyes," Bishop Ron said immediately, having already thought it through.

Father Harold was taken aback and fell into deep thought.

"You brought three people. With your strength, even if one is consumed, you can still smoothly return to the Holy See. Using this small price to smoothly exchange for the Holy Virgin, whom it would take you months to find, is a very worthwhile deal."

Father Harold's face became even more conflicted. He remained silent for a full five minutes before asking, "Who do you need?"

"The Axeman. The Knight's holy light is somewhat distorted, and the Demon Hunter's blood is poisonous," Ron had planned this long ago.

Father Harold gritted his teeth. "Alright, but the preparation process and the ritual will take a month. I hope that after you regain your sight, you will not go back on your word."

"The Holy Virgin's name is Ada Newton. She is a nun from our monastery in the northern part of the city. You can go and see during this time if I am deceiving you," Bishop Ron said very sincerely.

Hearing this, Harold breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you for your help. The ritual can begin tomorrow."

"Alright then. You must be tired from your journey. Please go and rest. The room has already been prepared," Bishop Ron stood up and said.

Father Harold bowed and saluted, then left with a heavy heart.

After he left, a clergyman hurried in; it was Priest Gael.

He walked in and whispered a few words beside Bishop Ron.

Ron's face immediately darkened upon hearing this. "Useless."

"What should we do next, Your Lordship Bishop?" Priest Gael asked.

Ron pondered for a moment. "Ada Newton hasn't left yet. We cannot rashly make a move on Silas Sotos. Summon him back and place him under house arrest in the name of learning, not allowing him to go out. After a month, when Ada Newton is taken away by the Radiant Church and my eyes have recovered, I will take an hour before the ritual begins to carefully study what exactly he is."

"As for that policewoman, make her disappear!"

"Understood!" Father Gael quickly left after hearing this.

Turning around and sitting down, he casually took out a black book and said in a low, fervent voice, "My long-cherished wish is finally about to be fulfilled. Great Black Goat of the Woods, your servant is about to offer you a sacrifice."

When Silas and Roland left the eastern part of the city and returned to the city center, Silas warned in a low voice, "A ghoul escaped. Our investigation is probably completely exposed. You must be extremely careful in your subsequent actions, or simply don't act at all and find a place to hide."

Roland nodded vigorously, put on her hat, lowered her head, and quickly left.

Silas turned his head and looked at the Holy Blood Cathedral in front of him, but he didn't know if he should go in.

At this moment, Silas felt that this cathedral was no longer the safest place in the city.

To be precise, there was no safe place here anymore.

"Silas, why are you here?" A clear, happy voice sounded.

Silas looked up at the sound and happened to see Ivan, carrying a large bag, walking over from not far away, his expression full of joy.

Seeing Ivan, Silas suddenly remembered something and hurriedly strode up to him. "By the way, Ivan, I want to ask you something. This matter is very urgent and crucial. You must tell me truthfully."

Ivan immediately nodded vigorously. "Alright!"

"You should have been to the dungeons of the Holy Blood Cathedral, right?" Silas asked seriously.

The last time they met, Ivan had said he was going to see 3-12.

Ivan hesitated upon hearing this, but seeing Silas's serious and urgent expression, he said seriously, "Yes, I have."

"Tell me, how many mad clergymen are there in the dungeons now?" Silas immediately asked.

Ivan asked tentatively, "What do you want to do?"

This matter was too confidential, which made Ivan a little worried.

Silas had absolute trust in Ivan. He put his arm around his shoulder and said in a low voice, "Listen carefully. I now suspect that there are many spies within our Church. They are secretly preparing a huge and evil event. I just uncovered some clues and need to confirm the situation in the dungeons."

Ivan immediately believed Silas's words upon hearing this and said directly, "There are ten!"

Silas nodded. "Alright, I have urgent matters to attend to, so I'll leave first. Go back and help me take care of Lupo. I'll find you tonight!"

With that, Silas turned and quickly ran out.

Silas practically ran all the way to Luke's residence.

When he entered, he happened to see Luke looking out the window, seemingly contemplating something.

Looking at the breathless Silas, Luke asked unhurriedly, "What happened?"

"The Church, there are a large number of traitors in the Church. The Bishop is very likely the mastermind behind the previous incident. Also, I discovered the framework of the magic circle…" Silas immediately recounted what had just happened.

Luke listened with great interest and looked at Silas. "I have to say, you are truly bold and meticulous."

Silas drank a mouthful of water. "Next, I need you to protect that policewoman, Roland's safety."

"What about you? Do you need my protection?" Luke asked.

Silas was silent for a moment, then shook his head. "Not for now. I still have to return to the Church tonight. While confirming some things, I also need to pack some things."

"Hmm, alright. My familiar will follow you. If you encounter any threat, just call me. Calculated by this distance, you only need to hold on for thirty seconds, and I can rush over," Luke said confidently.

"Thank you!" Silas said, then informed him, "Also, there are currently ten people imprisoned in the dungeons."

"Ten?" Luke was taken aback upon hearing this.

Silas nodded. "Ten!"

Hearing this, Luke pondered for a moment, then asked, "How is the situation in the library?"

"Everything inside is normal, but I feel that the old man in the wheelchair guarding the library is not ordinary," Silas said seriously.

There was no evidence for this; it was just Silas's own guess.

Just like in novels where the old men guarding the scripture pavilions were all very powerful, Silas instinctively believed that the old man who looked like he was about to die was also very strong.

Luke was even more surprised, then smiled. "I really don't know if your eyes are good, or if your intuition is strong."

"Here's a piece of advice for you. No matter how great a crisis occurs in the entire city, lead your friends and brothers into the Holy Blood Library. It can guarantee their safety there."

"Indeed, there's a problem with the library!" Silas remembered Bart mentioning that the library sheltered clergymen.

"What about the problem with that magic circle framework?" Silas asked.

Luke spread his hands. "Don't count on me. I'm considered a fugitive now; I can't act casually. If you have a chance, you can try to destroy it."

Silas nodded silently, then took his leave.

Watching Silas's departing figure, Luke said with a smile, "Oh, wielder of the Evening Bell, can you continue His legend?"