Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 157 Orthodox Angel
"Ah?" The priest was taken aback for a moment, and the movement of pulling his hand stopped for a moment, and then he realized what the words meant, and he backed away vigorously, trying to break free.

However, he did not get what he wanted. The strength of the clamp was as stable as cast iron, and he quickly twisted his joints, forcing him to turn around in pain. After his legs were bent, he was kicked and knelt on the ground.

Kraft didn't give him more time to react, he controlled his other hand and pressed it behind his back, ensuring that the guy who was easily tricked out of the problem wouldn't have a chance to make any small moves.Before the first scream is over, the target is incapacitated.

"Here is a rope!" Kraft suppressed the priest, mended his elbow by the way, and let him lie on the ground obediently.

I really came to the right place, the local church is always the most sensitive to paganism, because it is directly related to prestige and income.On the other hand, if there must be heresy but no news comes, it means that there must be something wrong with the functions of the church.

Now he can be regarded as having an intuitive understanding of "good at disguising".Just preaching so generously on the stage, a group of laymen in the audience didn't understand the problem.

Even though he was pinned to the ground, the priest was still trying to raise his head in the final struggle, "You can't treat God's servants like this! I didn't do anything against the law, even the lord has no right to do so!"

"Okay, tell me about your religious status? Which seminary did you graduate from? Is there anyone who can prove your background?" Martin pulled out a dagger and pressed it against his throat, and the debate immediately became quieter, " Or tell me who put you in this position."

Facing the threat of the blade, he hesitated for a moment, looked around in fear, and begged in a low voice, "No, they will kill me, I don't want to be like that."

The commotion was too loud, and some townspeople who had just left not far turned back and stood far away behind the flower garden to watch the excitement.

The followers left two people to guard the door, and closed the door of the church to isolate irrelevant people and noise.Martin grabbed the priest by his collar, lifted him from the ground, and looked at the flushed face.

When he felt that he was about to die, Martin let go and threw him to the bench, and the dagger stuck to the fragile side of the neck again, and he could clearly feel the warm pulse of the carotid artery that might lose its restraint at any time due to a small shift of this piece of cold metal .

"Father, I believe you are not a fool. Whoever comes to kill you will usually not be faster than us."

The rapid and ups and downs of panting cut the surface of the skin, and the warm liquid slipped into the neckline, giving the interrogator the illusion that part of his life was being lost. He tilted his head slightly with difficulty, and the blade followed closely like a close lover The neck is inseparable for a moment.

He was so frightened that he almost burst into tears. He went from preaching to prison in just a moment, and lost the ability to think normally, but fear of something or some other reason still controlled him, and his trembling lips refused to reveal the slightest news. .

This kind of reaction seems to be engraved into the soul, becoming a conditioned logic, more than the fear of death in general, what is the more terrible death?

"Ah, there's no need to do that, my friend. Since the priest has been threatened, isn't it different from the other party if we give the same threat?"

The priest saw the younger, scholarly knight remove the dagger around his neck for him, and said a few "fair words", but he was not so forgetful that he forgot that it was this guy who started the attack.

"I have a compromise idea, you don't have to say anything." Kraft signaled Martin to be calm, pressed the priest's shoulder, and said slowly, "We will release the news to the outside world, just say that you have He is willing to cooperate with us in exchange for a reduced crime."

The other party seemed to understand something, and his complexion quickly changed.

"You don't do anything, we don't do anything. Then we let you out and see what happens."

"No, I..." The words had a sharper effect than a dagger, the priest cried.

"Of course, if you think those hidden ring believers firmly believe in your loyalty and that you are important enough to them, that's fine." Jokingly rereading the belief and loyalty, Kraft fulfilled his wish to see the priest's forehead bulging. sweat.

"But for now, I have to be honest, you are the only one who doesn't meet us in a dead body. So think about it."

Opposite the priest, he sat down and waited for an answer.

This frank exchange seemed to be more touching than the simple threat to life. The bald priest lowered his head and began to think. His trembling shoulders suggested that he might be entangled in fear. It was hard not to wonder what it was.

But if the persuasion is successful, they should be able to find out soon.

"The news of what happened here will spread quickly, Father. If you are willing to tell what you know earlier, we will know how to protect you, instead of continuing to waste preparation time here."

"But I don't know how they did it!" The priest raised his head, with despair and fear in his eyes, "You're right, they won't believe me, I'm dead."

"If they really have such great powers, they shouldn't be huddled in this town that lives on logging and local products." Kraft sneered, although he didn't know what to do, but there is one rule that will not change .

Any "mysterious organization" that hides its head and shows its tail and acts perversely, no matter how powerful it is boasted, is essentially because it cannot be defeated by direct confrontation, so it will remain underground for a long time.

"If you don't know how to say it, you can start with the simple one. First, where is the original priest?"

"I don't know, I saw him walk into the locked room with my own eyes, and I never saw him again." The false priest looked into the church, as if he had seen the source of fear beyond the dusty ring relief of wings, "They Said that this is the proof that they can communicate with the Lord, and the Lord sent angels to take away the hypocrites."

Kraft and Martin looked at each other, and the familiar scene disappeared out of thin air.

"Then who are you?"

Such a person with reading and writing skills and talent for acting can still be qualified for the priesthood, and he must have received some professional training.

"My name is Joel. I was originally a priest here, a priest's apprentice. After he disappeared, no one doubted my succession, not to mention that he really deserves to die." There seems to be some personal grievances in this, but it is purely expected and reasonable Among them, in the church's apprenticeship system, the superiors are dominant, and the specifics are purely based on personal morality, and it is normal to have a bad relationship.

Now that the chat was over, Kraft felt that going a step further, "How much do you know about 'them'?"

"Rarely, they just threatened me to maintain the church here and hand over donations." With a broken attitude, the false priest Joel completely resigned, "There are more stories about the kingdom of the Lord and the election in the scriptures." I don't know what the meaning of this is."

"Not changing a word?"

"No word changed." Joel nodded, fearing that they would not believe him, he hastily added, "In the past, I did the copying work. These are some classic stories, the original used by the priest."

Kraft made a silent note.This so-called heresy becomes more and more unreasonable the more it sounds, it is simply a clone of the church, born to confuse with the original version, and the characteristics of symbols and scriptures are quite indistinct.

"What are they called?"

"Orthodox, I mean they call themselves Orthodox." When the word came out of the mouth, it made the person who said it feel itchy, and no matter what, they couldn't find a reason to combine the two.

"Do you know where they are?"

Joel shook his head subconsciously, but suddenly thought of something, "They always send people to look for me, but one time, just that one time, I saw several cockleburs on the trouser legs of the visitor, that thing should only be found in the forest. .”

"Okay, one last question, temporarily." Kraft realized that what he caught was not a big fish, but a coerced peripheral cash machine, "Koop, give me the big bottle in the package. Yes, The lead one, with the pliers, I don't want to touch."

Unscrew the lead bottle, and use the pliers to pick up the red and black mineral inlaid ornament.After closing the gate, most of the church is shrouded in shadow, and the pupil-like light in the core can be seen.

"Do you know this?"

The false priest responded with action. At the first second when the red light shone in his eyes, he broke out into an unprecedented violent struggle without warning, ignoring the rope that was deeply pulled into his wrist, and writhed like a fish that had been disembowelled. Bounced and overturned the row of chairs, the two subordinates failed to hold him down immediately.

Looking at each other for a moment, Kraft saw that the fear that had been restrained burst out uncontrollably, not for the pendant itself, but for the extreme fear of the red light and the meaning it represented.

He wailed and backed away, trying to stay away from it with all his strength, as if he would be overtaken by something otherwise.

Among the hoarse crying, there was only one sentence that was particularly clear.

"Angels, their angels are here!"

(End of this chapter)