Chapter 336 Poseidon Bloodline
Plymouth.
The buildings in the village are old and dilapidated, with mottled walls covered with moss, and the air is filled with a damp, rotten smell.
In the center of the village, an old church stands, with a towering spire that penetrates the hazy sky.
Clan Doyle held his pipe in his mouth and stood in the square in front of the church to look around. He saw that the stone walls were covered with traces of weathering, and the statues on the beams had been artificially flattened, but he could vaguely make out what seemed to be Statues related to fish.
"What a nightmarish town."
Crane muttered to himself.
“Everyone seems to have the salty smell of sea water... lifeless, like a fish dying of thirst on the shore...”
Zhiqua——
Church The door opened, and then dull footsteps sounded.
From the shadows, a tall and burly priest walked out. He wore a large robe over the plate armor, a flail on his waist, a barrel helmet on his head, and a mask open, revealing a middle-aged face with sad eyebrows, as if he was always worried. .
"Sir, this is not the place you should come."
The pastor said with a straight face.
"The door of the church is open to all believers, why can't I come?" Crane asked.
The pastor said dullly:
"The Demon Hunting Hammer is stationed here, with the mission of judging evil spirits. It is not open to believers. If you want to pray to the icon, please go elsewhere."
Klan took a deep breath from his pipe and slowly exhaled the smoke. , the corner of his mouth raised slightly, and said:
"I am the imperial envoy who came to Plymouth to investigate the secret sect at the behest of King Lionheart... Although you don't have to salute me, you can't keep me out without invitation. Shall I go in and take a rest?”
The pastor was stunned, looked at Crane carefully, and said in a low voice:
“Please wait a moment, your Excellency.”
After a while, the pastor returned again and his attitude became much more relaxed.
"The presiding judge has given instructions, please come with me."
Klan followed the pastor and walked to the overgrown atrium. The weird stone sculptures, all the heads of the statues were missing, and they looked like statues related to fishmen.
"What's your name?" Crane asked casually.
“Harvey.” The pastor showed an indifferent expression as if he didn’t want to talk in depth.
Crane did not give up and spoke in a familiar tone:
"Harvey, how long have you been stationed here? Have you seen many fish-men?"
Harvey's face A little stiff, but I remembered the instructions of Chief Judge Famula, to maintain the etiquette for imperial envoys and not to teach others. With a handle, he replied dully:
"It's been stationed for half a month."
"As for the murlocs you mentioned..." Harvey glanced at the leaderless subconsciously. The statue whispered, "This is a sinful town, and the shadow of the fish-men is everywhere."
"What do you mean?"
"The townspeople here have gloomy faces, staggering steps, and behave suspiciously...there are many mixed-race fish-men among them."
A hint of intolerance flashed across Harvey's compassionate face. Immediately said:
"However, please rest assured, these hybrids have all been judged by fire... The surviving townspeople are normal humans... At least for now, they are normal."
“Thank you for your help.”
Crane said meaningfully: "The inaction of the lords of Plymouth has allowed the heretical ideas of the Tidecaller Secret Cult to penetrate into Plymouth. Your trial of heretics is a righteous thing for the country and the people."
Harvey's mouth Muttered something: "The wicked will not go unpunished, but the descendants of the righteous will be saved."
Crane said: "Proverbs 11, 21."
Harvey turned back in surprise. , the detective took a deep breath from his pipe and said hoarsely:
“I’m not interested in theology, but I also dabble in it...Those who walk with God are called righteous people, but righteous people often suffer betrayal. Like the Messiah who was betrayed for thirty pieces of silver.”
"Injustice will bring God's judgment, but righteousness will bring us closer to the kingdom of God." Harvey said piously.
Suddenly, Crane casually asked a pointed question.
"Then what you are doing now is righteous or unjust?"
Harvey's steps stiffened for a moment, then he was walking ahead as usual and continued to lead the way.
“Helena, you must have heard of this name, right? A girl who is only fourteen years old.”
Crane's eyes were deep, staring straight at Harvey's back, not missing any change in the size of his body.
“As far as I know, more than a month ago, the Tidecaller Mystical Cult in Plymouth planned to sacrifice Helena to the King of Murlocs. However, a sudden tsunami destroyed the ceremony site, causing a large number of cryptic cults to The members were killed."
"But Helena escaped from the ceremony and her whereabouts are unknown..." In the corridor, Crane raised his head, looked at the patterns on the stone pillars, and said:
“Now, the girl named Helena should be in this church, right?”
Harvey was silent.
But from his silence, Crane heard many voices, including shame, guilt, and self-blame.
For a righteous man, it is obviously unjust to let a girl give up her freedom, so Harvey fell into silence for a long time... Crane reasoned.
"It seems I guessed it right." Crane said with a shrug.
“The presiding judge is in the meeting hall in front.”
Harvey stopped, his voice hoarse, and said: "She has given instructions to discuss the Tide Calling Secret Cult with you in person. I won't interrupt you. Please be patient."
Having said that, Harvey went straight. Go far.
Klan stared at his back, then frowned slightly, remembering the bad reputation about Famula, sighed softly, and knocked on the door with a 'dong dong'.
"Please come in."
The sunlight passed through the window and fell on the coffee table in the conference hall. On the armchair with her back to Crane, a woman wearing a large trench coat sat , the empty sleeves were hanging down, and a gold-encrusted cane lay beside the chair.
The chair turned, revealing Famula's true face. Her intimidating iron mask had been removed at this moment, revealing a beautiful and cold face with short black hair, sipping the black tea in her hand.
Famula placed the porcelain black tea cup on the saucer and gently placed it on the coffee table, looked at Crane, nodded slightly and said:
"I have heard about your name for a long time."
"Serious words."
In the face of the pressure of the Sixth Ring Master, Crane's momentum was not much inferior. He sat down on the chair in front of Famula and shook his pipe to signal: "Okay? ”
"Please." Famula nodded.
Klan took a deep breath from his pipe to relieve the tension of facing the master directly, and said straight to the point:
"To be honest, I came here on the order of the Lionheart King to investigate the Tidecalling Secret Cult. , and I want to ask you about someone..."
Before she finished speaking, Famula said calmly:
"Helena, she is indeed in this church"
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Crane was stunned for a moment, surprised in his heart. He did not expect that Famula would not shy away from it. After all, Helena must be restrained. It was called care, but in reality it was house arrest. This was an unjust act according to the doctrine.
Famula paused and said:
“But no matter what excuse you use, Mr. Crane, I will never hand Helena over to you.”
Klan opened his mouth, his long words stuck in his throat, and changed his words: "Why?"
Famula narrowed her eyes slightly, a cold edge flashed in her beautiful eyes.
"Helena's body is filled with [Poseidon Bloodline]."
Clan's eyes suddenly widened in disbelief.
In an instant, a storm surged in his heart, and he felt that the mystery that had troubled him for a long time was solved!
No wonder that when Helena was about to be sacrificed, a tsunami suddenly set off to help her escape.
No wonder the Murloc King wants to get Helena at all costs and devour her with Poseidon bloodline, which will be of great help to the Murlocs as a deep-sea race!
Famula leaned back, leaning on the back of the chair, crossing her slender legs, her long tactical boots glowing coldly, and sneered:
"Whether it is a fishman or a sea god, in the final analysis, they are all heretics. Heresies...must be tried!"
"Your Excellency, since you are the envoy of the Lionheart King, please report to the Lionheart King that the trial of heretics is within the jurisdiction of our Tribunal. The Golden Lion Royal Family took the trouble to intervene."
Famula said coldly: "When the journey is over, I will give the Lion Heart King a written report and tell him everything that happened here... So, please come back.”
The chair turned, Famula turned her back to Crane, and gave the order to expel the guests.
Crane sighed softly, realizing that the reason Famula told him about Helena's Poseidon bloodline was so that she could report to the king and not interfere with their actions.
Pursuing further questions will only further intensify the contradiction.
Klan wisely left the church and walked in the dead square, looking up at the gray sky.
At this time, a message came from Duke Honeysuckle.
"Sir Crane, have you got any clues from Plymouth?"
Suddenly, Crane looked around warily, looking around, but found nothing.
I always have an ominous premonition... I always feel like I am being stared at by Yeats, but I can't see anyone!
(End of this chapter)