I'm an antique shop owner, so it's reasonable for me to know some magic

Chapter 532

"The breathing was steady and orderly, there were almost no signs of fighting on the scene, and the person who made the move was in complete control from beginning to end."

The strange man with two faces muttered to himself, as if the scene could be recreated through the remaining traces.

"It seems that the demonic fetus is no match for Him."

"Only those that have been born are called demons. A demon fetus that has not yet been born, even if it has power, is useless without a strong body to support it."

"It's a pity about this excellent experimental field. It seems we can only pin our hopes on the Nordic countries."

The figure behind him offered his guess.

"The one who made the move must have destroyed the demonic fetus along with their mother. How ruthless. To kill more than twenty unborn children, I couldn't do something so cruel."

The two-faced man spoke with sarcasm.

"How is he going to explain killing so many people to those ignorant mortals? We might just see foolish insects judging the gods soon. It's quite amusing to think about."

"That might disappoint you. Those people are still alive."

Another figure standing beside the two-faced monster suddenly spoke.

"I just received a message from within the police system that, apart from the bodies of cult members and some hotel management staff, no outsiders died at the scene."

"Then there's only one possibility. He perfectly separated the demonic fetus's soul from everyone's bodies. This proves that his understanding of the soul is even deeper than that of the ghost itself. He's a master."

"Did the government's foolish recruitment plan attract such a person?"

"wrong."

The two-faced man suddenly spoke.

"Besides that energy, there were other residual forces at the scene. That was the Holy Power of the Vatican. I also discovered this."

He raised his hand and gestured, and a peculiar pattern appeared on the remaining gravel on the ground.

"These are patterns painted on the walls of the stairwell, or to be more precise, talismans."

"A person using Taoist magic was accompanied by members of the Holy See... Could it be him?"

The person next to the two-faced man spoke, his voice filled with disbelief.

The atmosphere at the scene seemed a little heavy.

“Not everyone accompanied by members of the Vatican clergy is him. You’re being a bit too tense. It’s possible that it’s just a priest who happened to be passing by and came in with that person to check the situation. However, we can’t rule out the possibility that the monks here are related to him.”

"After that battle, he should still be seriously injured and unable to move around. The intelligence also said that he has been lying in wait in the Mayfair family's manor."

"Information? You have someone inside Mayfair?"

"No... I was just judging by the aura."

His presence is like the sun; even from a great distance, one can feel the aura emanating from him.

You only need to get close to that area to understand what I mean.

The figure paused, a hint of surprise in their voice.

“None of those who came from that land were simple characters, whether it was the patriarch, the one who ruined our plans, or the mysterious person who destroyed the demonic fetus.”

"That one? It seems you quite admire that antique shop."

“I have always respected the strong. Besides him, who else could stand up to the Pope without being at a disadvantage? Even if it was just an avatar. I remember you challenged the Pope back then... how many blows did you last?”

Wilde choked slightly, and paused for a moment.

"This has nothing to do with whether he is powerful or not! His mind is no longer on the great cause of bringing down our Lord, and he is unworthy of the title of founder." The mention of this topic caused his anger to surge, swirling around him and stirring up a thick, eerie aura.

Both faces, whether normal or contorted into a grotesque grimace, were clenched in anger.

The molars rub against each other, making a sound that sends chills down your spine.

“Wilde, watch your words. His Holiness is not only the leader of the Order, but also the High Priest appointed by our Lord. You have no right to interfere in any of his decisions.”

"What a pleasing statement. Your loyalty almost made me forget your miserable state before, Alfonso. Have you forgotten what happened before? You clearly made the right decision, yet you were hung upside down on the tree of flesh."

Oscar Wilde raised his gaze, as if in pity for the man before him.

"The soil beneath the tree is stained red with your blood, and it has yet to fade. And all of this is because you sent that girl from the Papacy to the battlefield."

"Stop pretending. You're actually dissatisfied with his actions, but you're just too afraid to say it because of the difference in strength."

There was a brief silence between the two.

This is not a standoff, but more like a tacit test.

After a long silence, Alfonso spoke first.

"This is not a political game where you can win by having more people on one side. You can't handle his anger."

"If I could advance the time of my Lord's descent, even by just one second, everything I do would be meaningful."

"how do you want to do it?"

"Such an important matter cannot be explained in a few words. Let's go back and first plan how to entertain this fellow townsman of the founder of the Church."

As their voices faded into the distance, their figures, like smoke, became ethereal again and gradually dissipated.

There was no further movement in the hotel lobby.

……

"Latest police update: Two officers were killed at the hotel last night."

On the other end of the phone, Ron was reading the documents he had on hand to Su Fan.

"The two of them were conducting a routine on-site investigation, and they did not return to the police station the next day. It was other police officers who went to take over that found them."

The scene was very clean; outside the police cordon, there were only two police uniforms and sand underneath.

"Their life force and soul were completely drained. Such a terrifying method is not something that ordinary vengeful ghosts could do. It is probably because the mastermind returned to the scene and happened to be encountered by them."

Ron's tone was somewhat heavy.

The two officers did nothing wrong; they just happened to be assigned to work that night.

"Isn't it impossible to hide now?"

Su Fan chuckled twice.

“You continue, seize their exposed tails, and drag their entire cult out.”

After giving a few brief instructions, Su Fan hung up the phone and tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest of the rocking chair.

Upon seeing the talisman, instead of fleeing immediately, he skillfully killed two people before leaving.

It seems that the paper figures he placed in the manor villa were very effective; their aura simulation was so realistic that it was hard to believe they were real.

As a result, the other party immediately ruled out himself and assumed that the talisman was made by Shen Xuanxuan.

(End of this chapter)