The red moon returns

Chapter 112 Slave Master (There is only one update today, try to return to normal tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow at the latest)

With just one step, two sailors died tragically on the spot.

The head was blown into more than a dozen pieces and flew outwards. The gray brain mixed with bright red blood sprayed all over the wall. The blood spray splashed on the faces of several sailors who were approaching, leaving them dumbfounded. Then they lay on the ground and gulped. Vomit.

However, at the next moment, two strange tentacles suddenly emerged from the exploded skull, refracting repeatedly in the closed cabin like sharp arrows. Every time they hit the bulkhead, they left a deep mark on the thick wooden wall. of scars.

"Humph."

Seeing the mess in the medical cabin, Knight Rick snorted and clenched his fists hard.

At the same time, a mass of darkness condensed in the cabin, turning into a huge palm, and then simultaneously clenched the palm into a fist, just enough to hold the two flying tentacles into the palm of the hand at the same time.

There was a loud bang, and air waves were set off in the cabin as if there was an explosion. The sailors rolled all the way and collided into a ball in the corner.

"I know who did it."

Knight Rick stared at the giant hand in the air and pondered for a few seconds, then turned around and said to Lynch behind him. He didn't know why Lynch happened to appear behind him, but he decided not to go into details.

"What is that?" Lynch walked out seriously, picked up the hat and put it on again, and said nonchalantly, "Something very iconic?"

"Well, it's Walter Davis, a famous water pirate with a reward of two hundred pounds. He has been wanted for three years, but he usually only commits crimes at sea and rarely comes to the river."

Hiss... This number made Lynch's veins jump and his hands itched. However, thinking about the tentacle that almost penetrated his head just now, he calmed down immediately.

I'm a private detective, not a bounty hunter. I can't steal other people's money. I'd better let others deal with it.

"He is a crazy cultist. His ability is to control tentacles. He is also nicknamed the Slavemaster. It is said that he can command puppets to work for him. Now it seems that he took advantage of the chaos yesterday to let the tentacles get on board and get into the minds of the two of them. Here, he controlled them to become moles, and cooperated with the followers of the Ancient Flasher to steal the sacred memories. Fortunately, you noticed its existence in time, otherwise if it found an opportunity to slip away, it would be difficult to discover his identity again. "

"What you did just now..." Lynch made a fist-clenching gesture, "Did you kill him?"

"He was injured, but not seriously." Knight Rick sighed, "Now we must find his hiding place as soon as possible. The two of them may still be together."

"What can you do?"

Rick shook his head: "These people are well hidden and difficult to find. I can only mobilize the church's information network to get information as soon as possible. I hope to get a reply as soon as possible."

Lynch nodded thoughtfully, looking around the room.

The sight of the room full of blood and brains was too exciting, and it made him realize a terrible fact.

I actually only felt that the smell of blood was unpleasant and a bit disgusting, and I no longer felt panicked by seeing the corpse.

We have just traveled through time for seven days, and habits are really a scary thing.

With a self-deprecating smile, Lynch carefully approached the corpse and poked it with his stick to confirm that both of them were dead, and then carefully inspected the corpse.

Seeing his actions, Knight Rick also consciously ordered the sailors around him: "You all go out and report the situation here to the Archbishop. The Archbishop knows how to deal with it."

"How should the Church of Dark Night normally handle this kind of thing?"

"Notify the Night Owls in Rhine City and let them solve it. If they can't solve it, they need to announce the reward and let bounty hunters solve it."

"Night Owl? Is it similar to a watcher?" "Yes, it belongs to a special department of the church."

Lynch searched the corpse and listened to Rick's explanation, and then he figured out the basic structure of the Church of the Night, or the structure of most churches.

The Church of the Night is actually divided into two systems. The priests include ordinary people and soul-shifters. Although they also have combat capabilities, most of them are responsible for clerical work. The specialized combat force was called the Dark Night Knights in ancient times, but now it is renamed the Night Owls with the changes of the times, and they are all staffed by soul-shifters.

However, due to the contradiction between royal power and divine power, the church will intentionally weaken the local knight power. Therefore, in addition to the Nolan headquarters, the Dark Night Church will appoint three or four night owls in key cities as a deterrent.

The problem is that these people are similar to the Watchers. They basically only know how to fight. It's okay to let them fight the cultists. Let them investigate the case, and they may not be as good as the blue uniforms of the Hall of Order.

Therefore, Archbishop Trinleth had no hope for them from the beginning and directly invited Lynch, whom he trusted most.

"However, our information channels are still fine, and we may be able to find traces of Davis."

"What if we can't find it in the end?" Lynch began to rummage through the clothes of the two corpses for the second time, including their beds.

"Regardless of whether we can recover the escort, we will not hide the accident from the church. But if we can find the lost object, we can restore our lost glory, and the church's punishment will be reduced accordingly. As a knight, the loss of the escort is indeed a serious matter. For my dereliction of duty, I will accept the punishment I deserve."

"Then let's cooperate with each other. I'll try my best to help you find the target. When I help you, I'm also helping myself. Hey, I found it."

"What are you looking for?" Seeing Lynch rummaging around, Rick Knight had already wanted to ask.

"There is an unexplainable loophole in our reasoning. If we want the reasoning to be valid, we must find a reasonable explanation." Lynch said while tearing the clothes of the corpse. "Both of them are ordinary people with no abilities and were controlled. He won’t suddenly become a soul-shifter.”

"Ah."

"So even if they are on the ship, how can they use their abilities to steal things for the Flicker cultists? This means that besides being controlled, they must have other means. I am looking for this proof."

As he spoke, Lynch pulled out a neatly folded piece of paper from the lining of one of the men's pants.

With a slight sneer, Lynch quickly unfolded the paper, and sure enough, the image of the ancient flicker appeared on the paper again.

"This shows that the card in the box should not be just a declaration or a mockery. It appears in the box because it must appear there, and it does the same thing here."

"It really does..." Rick asked with admiration, "What effect does this thing have?"

"It's not certain yet. It's best to have more information, otherwise it's just random guessing. However, this thing itself has some clues. Can... huh?"

There were sounds of footsteps outside, and when I looked back, I saw that it was Archbishop Trinleis rushing over with a priest. For an ordinary person to come to such a place, the surrounding sailors were frightened to protect him in the center.

"What's wrong? Aren't you worried that the supplies are also lost?"

"The two victims died within ten minutes?" Trinleth asked rhetorically.

"Ah."

"Then it's up to you." He said, patting the priest next to him, "The goddess controls part of the power of death. He is a knight who is proficient in the power of death. One of his abilities is that he can change the time of death within ten seconds. On the corpse of a few minutes, the location of the murderer at the moment of death was sensed.”

(End of this chapter)