Chapter 71 God doesn’t care (please vote)
Lundan suburb, northwest direction.
The vehicle exits the wide highway and turns into a secluded tree-lined path. After continuing for about fifty kilometers, you can see tall walls surrounded by mountains and forests.
There are guard watchtowers on all sides of the wall. Guards stand guard 24 hours a day, and searchlights patrol at night. It is like a large, heavily guarded prison.
After passing three levels in a row, you will see an ancient castle surrounded by dense woods. It is built of natural logs and stones and is dotted with vegetation, giving people a feeling of being integrated with nature.
The castle fully displays the beauty of natural harmony. It is surrounded by wooden villas built subsequently, forming a continuous mountain villa community.
Butterflies and bees are busy flying through the flowers. The breeze blows and the shadows of the trees are mottled and swaying, attracting birds to chase and cry.
It is a very warm place that makes every visitor feel peaceful and comfortable, especially the rows of wooden villas, which look like a resort for aristocratic gentlemen.
Hongyelin Lunatic Asylum.
Sidney parked the car in the parking lot and came to the office to put on his white coat. Although he no longer held the priesthood, he still had a side job doing research in a mental hospital.
Hongyelin is not an ordinary lunatic asylum. The doctors and nurses employed are all magicians. Several of the attending doctors are from different churches, and they all have the power of a gold mage level.
Sidney stopped in front of the dean's office, checked his clothes, and then knocked on the door.
"Come in, there is no nurse in the room."
Sidney pushed open the door and came to the dean's desk. In front of him was a bald old man with a gray beard and reading glasses.
Director of Hongyelin Lunatic Asylum - Plank.
Planck is unkempt, wearing a greasy white coat, and his beard has not been trimmed for a long time. It is knotted and stiff, and hangs hard on his chest. When he touches the desk, he will make a knocking sound.
He has an odor that is unique to the elderly. He is often interviewed by the human resources department for molesting female nurses and not repaying money he borrowed from patients. Occasionally, he will be nagging him. He suddenly curses during meetings, which makes people very uncomfortable. It's hard to believe his mental state.
Maybe this old man has already gone crazy.
Sidney once secretly investigated his own dean, who was a non-believer, or in other words, he believed in everything and a little bit of every god.
Gangplank was born in the Free Mage Alliance. Because several major churches wanted to arrange for one of their own to become the dean, they failed in nine consecutive votes and finally voted him out.
According to rumors, this old man is probably a legendary mage.
It should be true. After all, it is hearsay, so the credibility is still very high.
Sidney had great respect for Dean Plank. He once saw with his own eyes that the dean made an attending physician depressed and then put him to death. In less than two hours, a promising golden mage died like this. No more.
"Sidney, I heard that you were fired from the Church of Nature. Why, are you here today to apply for a salary increase?" Plank said happily.
Sidney smiled slightly and said politely: "That's not the case. Without the post of Natural Church, I can devote more time and energy to serving patients, which is a good thing. I passed by your office to increase my workload."
"Is that okay? Are you not afraid of going crazy?"
"No, my faith in the Goddess of Nature is unwavering."
"It's hard to say, your teacher was more determined than anyone else back then."
"..."
Sidney: If you want to talk like this, then I have nothing to say.
"No more joking, tell me, what do you want from me?"
Plank opened his desk drawer and took out a large box of butter bread to show off. While eating, he said: "With all due respect, although you are mentally healthy, you are a very purposeful person. In the past, you used to hide." Just follow me and you won’t come to my office if you have nothing to do.”
Sidney smiled awkwardly. This was why he didn't like the dean very much. He spoke straightforwardly and had no artistic sense of language.
However, it is also good to communicate with this kind of people. You don't have to beat around the bush and just say what you have to say.
"This morning, several students called me. Lundan is currently in a difficult situation. It has been confirmed that the information about the death knight's appearance is true." Sidney lowered his voice.
"So what? You don't think that my old bones can catch a death knight and lock him up in a lunatic asylum, do you?"
Gangplank bent his beard and licked the cream off it: "Not to mention that I can't do it, even if I can, the death knight is not a madman, why should I catch him?"
Sidney: (_)
It is reasonable and well-founded. Sidney cannot refute it. The death knight is indeed not a madman.
"One more thing, who confirmed the intelligence and why do you think the Death Knight is really coming and he will not leave the underground catacombs? This is a consensus. We must believe in science."
Plank shrugged: "You can let the church try airplanes and cannons. Times are progressing. Don't always think about using magic to deal with enemies. The imagination of ordinary people is also changing the world."
"For example, you are a golden mage, but in front of aircraft and cannons, you are just flesh and blood. Once you step into the realm of forbidden magic, a pistol can kill you."
Why should I go to the Forbidden Demon Realm if I have nothing to do?
Sydney was extremely speechless, knowing that if he didn't interrupt, the old man would be able to talk all day just like he was in a meeting, so he opened his mouth and said: "Dean, I..."
"Don't interrupt, I haven't finished speaking yet."
"..."
Half an hour later, Sidney looked at the dean in front of him exhausted, his mind tortured. He regretted his rashness very much. If he had known this, he would have perished with the Lord of the Void.
"By the way, where were you talking about just now, the part about the Earth Center Cult, right?"
Did I say that?
Sidney's head was in a mess. He recalled it and seemed to have said that this was the purpose of coming to Dean Planck. He simply took over the conversation and said: "Dean, my former teacher Marshall , the Evil God Lord of the Void believed in by the Earth Center Religion is still in God’s Choice Continent, and his mind has not lingered on the Star Boundary Universe. I smell a conspiracy, and a disaster sweeping across God’s Choice Continent is about to come..."
"Go on."
Gangplank put down the cream cake and his face gradually became serious.
"The death knight leaving the underground tomb is the best example. I can't find the source of the disaster, but I guess the Lord of the Void must know something..."
Sidney's eyes flashed: "I am not strong enough to detect the existence of the evil god, so I came to the dean to ask for help. I want to personally cut off this evil master-disciple relationship."
"Yes, but it is difficult to find the Lord of the Void with my own strength. I will contact other people and give you news after a while."
"Excuse me, Dean."
"It's nothing. You will go crazy if you don't treat it. I should do it."
Plank raised his finger to the door and said goodbye: "When passing by the nurse's station, call Jenny over and tell her that the director has a magic that can grow in size and is ready to show it to her alone."
Happy to escape, Sidney thanked him again and left the office.
He stood outside the door and breathed a sigh of relief. The old guy really had something to say. If it hadn't been for that set of words to be outdated, he had already been careful and made psychological suggestions for himself. I'm afraid he had just done anything.
Sidney straightened his clothes and went to the nurse's station. He remembered that the nurse named Jenny came from the Holy Father's Church and was said to be the illegitimate daughter of a certain bishop.
Sidney sighed as he walked, what a strange bishop, he actually found another way to dislike little boys.
In the office, Dean Plank ate another large box of butter bread and shook his head at the door: "I respect the choice of fate, and I am willing to help you once. You better not go crazy, otherwise I will have to kill you with my own hands. Pushed onto the operating table..."
He opened the filing cabinet behind him and took out a wooden box with a golden triangle painted on it. After opening it, he rummaged through the wooden box and picked it up. The cross of the Father, the pendant of death, the medal of the sun, the holy grail of blood, the ancient five-pointed star with one eye...
They are all ordinary little things!
Finally, Gangplank pulled out a dark ring, held it tightly in his hand, and murmured with dark eyes: "Whether the Death Knight is real or fake, you really need to confirm it, he is too dangerous."
"And Marshall, why do you keep pestering Sidney? Is there anything in Lundan worth his nostalgia?"
"He actually regained his sanity and discovered the true meaning of balance?"
"He's not that smart..."
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sewer.
Ta-ta-ta-ta!
The undead horse ran back and forth, and Wayne used the cavalry sprint skill on the horse.
The sparring partner was Abin, and the dog was being driven to run, wagging its tail happily while running.
There is another spectator on the sidelines, Ashue.
The white owl stared at the three lively sand sculptures with widened eyes. The scene was too harsh to accept.
If this is the true face of the Death Knight, wouldn't it be unfair to those souls who died tragically under the sword?
"Axue, come here."
Wayne was riding on horseback and suddenly raised his arms as he thought of something.
Ashue didn't want to get too close to the death knight, but the six of them stared at her without any eyesight, so she reluctantly flew over.
The white snowy owl landed on the armor-covered arm, and was scratched on the head by Wayne. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth, looking like he was enjoying himself.
"I still like your unruly look, but this face is too silly now."
Wayne's dark eyes stared at the snowy owl with white light. The power of death, which represented tranquility and eternity, wound up and slowly poured into the snowy owl's body.
Axue subconsciously wanted to resist, but unfortunately it was too late. Death corroded its white hair and flesh, covering it with a dry and ugly undead skin.
The snow monster screamed, flapped its wings and flew up. It tried to get rid of the breath of death on its body, fearing that it would never be able to return to the embrace of the sun.
"It seems you like it too!"
Wayne laughed loudly, and Yulia laughed loudly. When Abin saw this, he raised his head and screamed.
Coupled with the skeleton of an owl flying in the air and making a shrill cry, the whole villain opens the door for the villain, and the villain is home.
Not long after, the second spirit of vengeance summoned by Wayne came along the sewer. Looking at the scene in front of him, his heart felt desolate.
Why doesn't he Abo want to be a superhero?
"Abo, what's your expression? Did you just get into the toilet?"
Wayne raised his arm, and Ashue had no choice but to place it on it. A pair of dark eyes stared at Abo, gaining a better understanding of the death knight's family background.
The death knight trained one servant after another. It was definitely not just idle and bored. The plan was so big that it was most likely to massacre the nine million people in Lundan and create a second underground tomb.
"My great master, Abo is here at your summons." Abo came to the horse and knelt down on one knee respectfully.
Abin on the side let out a low roar. It didn't like Abo very much. The latter was too ignorant. He pretended to be respectful to his master but actually had selfish motives. If he was not bound by the contract and could not betray, this guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes would definitely take the lead in the rebellion.
Oh, humans!
"How's the case going? Have you sent your brother in?" Wayne said condescendingly.
"The evidence collected half a year ago has been destroyed, and some insiders have chosen to remain silent for one reason or another. Investigation and evidence collection are very difficult and may take some time," Abo said bitterly.
"Tell me and listen."
"General situation..."
Abo advocates the justice and fairness of the law and worships it as a god. However, there is not only law in the world, but also money and power, especially the latter. When power is traded, the law chooses to turn a blind eye. Eye.
The investigation of the case is very slow, especially the evidence collection, which can be described as difficult. Many decisive evidences have been erased, and Abo must start from scratch.
The congressman seemed to have received the news and knew that she was haunted by evil spirits. She spent a lot of money to hire several magicians with unknown origins and dismissed the underworld that had been serving her.
"Wait a minute, what was the gangster's name you just mentioned?"
"The Black Snake Society is a black force that has only emerged in the past two years. Their boss is very smart and has always served the members." Abo said truthfully.
The financial backer behind the Black Snake Society is Doreen Johnny, a rising political star, a newspaper reporter turned congressman. According to Abo's investigation, Doreen also has a family, and uses the Black Snake Society to kidnap young girls and give them to her family in exchange for its current political status.
Damn it!
Wayne's skull head was beating with white flames, and with the shadow nightmare in his hand, he only dared to think about magical girls. These social trash with human faces and animal hearts have no idea what their last names are when they have a little power.
Do you really think that darkness can cover up all crimes and there are no superheroes in darkness?
"Abo, write down the list of people you investigated and lead the way. I'm going to visit them tonight."
"Master, are you ready..."
"Kill them all. My sword is already hungry and I want to see the blood flow like a river."
"..."
It turns out that they are not stealing their business, which is really great.
Abo made a dumbfounded expression: "My master, they are not qualified to let you take action personally. Give me a while, and soon..."
"New victims are appearing very quickly."
"But, but..."
"The goddess of death that I believe in admires these villains very much and is ready to take them under her wing. What I want to do is to send them to the goddess of death."
Wayne interrupted directly and added: "There is no but, don't preach to God about human laws. That's your insistence. God doesn't care."
After saying that, he snorted coldly and put aside his evil fantasies. There is no rush to imprison the magical girl. There are plenty of opportunities. Tonight, the death knight will transform into a hero in the darkness to violently control... control...
Wait a minute!
Wayne: (D)
No, according to this idea, he should not be the Death Knight. It would be more reasonable to change his name to the Dark Knight!
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