Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 125 Chapter 124 Who is the mastermind behind this?

"Sinyasu, the curé."

The foreign woman nodded slightly to Feng Xiuhu, and then said no more. She led the butler carrying the tray straight to the bedside.

Feng Xiuhu didn't dare to disturb them and stood aside to observe.

Siniyasu has long blond hair. Although he has a foreign face, it is obvious that he has different features from the foreigners in the Church of the Mist.

Siniyasu's skin color is fairer and the lines of her facial features are softer. The most eye-catching thing is her eyes, which are a rare green color.

Feng Xiuhu remembered that Eclipse once said that the six main gods of the Western Continent, except for the God of Truth, corresponded to the five empires respectively, so Feng Xiuhu guessed that Siniyasu and the foreigners of the Mist Church should come from different countries.

Siniyasu briefly checked the injury without much change in his expression.

She picked up the scalpel from the tray and gestured at Shunzi's chest.

Before Feng Xiuhu could see clearly, she put the scalpel back.

Only then did a short line of blood slowly appear on Shunzi's chest.

Siniyasu picked up another pair of tweezers and probed into the wound.

Her hand was steady, without any trembling, and she took out a bullet in the blink of an eye.

Looking at the bullet on the tip of the tweezers, she became more cautious and frowned slightly.

With a ding-dong sound.

The bullet was placed in a glass bottle by Xinyasu.

As the bullet fell, a layer of frost formed on the outer wall of the glass bottle at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Turning back, Siniyasu clasped his palms together and pressed them against his heart, muttering silently, "Life blesses and purifies."

She is using a spell.

Feng Xiuhu noticed that the ring on Xinniyasu's right middle finger emitted a holy glow.

Siniyasu opened his eyes and flicked his fingertips towards Shunzi.

If Feng Xiuhu hadn't had sharp eyes, she would have almost failed to notice it - a sesame-sized speck of light fell on Shunzi's chest.

He looked again and saw that it was actually a seed.

Before he could feel puzzled, the seed moved on its own.

It quickly grew spider-silk-like vines and couldn't wait to drill into the wound.

I saw the silk vines constantly drilling out of the skin and then piercing in from the other end. It only took a few breaths to suture the wound tightly - like a green cocoon covering the wound.

Siniyasu put all the tools back on the tray and waved for the deacon to leave.

The room fell silent.

She was finally able to take a closer look at Feng Xiuhu.

Feng Xiuhu never showed displeasure to his benefactors. He solemnly touched his chest and said, "I am..."

Siniyasu nodded and interrupted: "Crazy Big Bug, I've heard of you."

Feng Xiuhu's eyes twitched.

Mike interjected quietly, "He's already a priest."

Xinyiasu raised his eyebrows slightly and also performed the chest-touching salute: "Excuse me, Father Feng Xiuhu."

Feng Xiuhu didn't think too much about it. He pointed at Shunzi and said, "Is this all right?"

This "operation" ended too quickly, no wonder Feng Xiuhu was worried.

Siniyasu nodded and replied, "Don't worry, the purification seed remaining in his body will continue to heal his injuries, and he will wake up soon."

Feng Xiuhu breathed a sigh of relief.

Xinyiasu continued, "Luckily, he has a strong physique, so the bullet didn't penetrate too deeply and hit a vital part. Plus, he was treated in time, so the mana attached to the bullet didn't completely dissipate. Otherwise, it would be difficult to save him."

After she mentioned it, Feng Xiuhu recalled the glass bottle. "That bullet..." Siniyasu nodded. "It was a specially refined bullet, imbued with the mana from 'Freeze'—but the mana was very weak. If judged by the standards of a magical weapon, it wouldn't qualify."

She looked at Shunzi lying on the bed. "But he's just an ordinary person after all. His body has been invaded by magic power, so I can't heal the wound directly. I can only use this method to purify the remaining magic power first, and then wait for him to recover on his own."

Feng Xiuhu didn't know how to cure the disease, he was thinking about something else.

The one related to "freeze" is the God of Night, so this kind of bullet should come from the Church of Night.

"How come things from the Church of Night appear in Sail City?"

Feng Xiuhu raised questions.

Xinniyasu lightly brushed off the dust on her sleeves, lowered her head and said nothing - this matter had nothing to do with her, there was no need to get involved.

Mike leaned in and whispered an explanation.

"Magic instruments are inanimate objects after all, so it's not uncommon for them to circulate everywhere."

"But there are not many channels to obtain magical tools, and even fewer people have the ability to access these channels."

Feng Xiuhu turned around and said, "Tell me in detail."

Mike swallowed and looked at Siniyasu's expression again.

Siniyasu said, "The patient can stay here for one more night. The deacon will take care of him. I still have some business to attend to. Goodbye."

After saying that, she nodded to Feng Xiuhu and left.

After the door closed again, Mike continued.

"The first channel, of course, is churches and temples. We're all practitioners, so it's only natural for us to have instruments. There's nothing much to say about it."

"As for the other channel, it's less visible."

"The auction house's night show."

Feng Xiuhu raised his eyebrows and thought of Xiong Guiyuan.

But Mike knew what he was thinking and added, "I mean, the bidding house uptown."

Feng Xiuhu nodded silently. Xiong Guiyuan did mention that all the bidding houses in Fancheng were her businesses, but this did not include Shangcheng District.

Mike went on to say, "This channel is mainly convenient for noble people."

"Nobles are incredibly powerful, but they still have to go through untold hardships to send their children to churches or temples. Even then, they can only start out as deacons like ordinary people. This shows how rare it is to become a cultivator."

"The vast majority of nobles cannot become cultivators. The only way for them to access supernatural means is to obtain magical instruments."

“So there was the auction house night show.”

"Although this business is shameful, both the temple and the church are well aware of this matter, but they chose to turn a blind eye."

"Because those who can afford magical instruments are either rich or noble, it is rare for magical instruments to end up in the hands of ordinary people."

Feng Xiuhu questioned, "Magic instruments are forged by practitioners, and the channels to become practitioners are controlled by churches and temples. So where do the magical instruments in the auction house come from?"

"Oh, that's a lot."

Mike counted on his fingers, "How many years has the church temple been standing? During this period, it's inevitable that some practitioners have wandered away for various reasons. Who can tell who disappeared, who escaped, who changed their names, who changed their surnames? It wouldn't be surprising if a few of these people could refine magical tools, right?"

Feng Xiuhu nodded: "Not surprising."

Mike added, "Secondly, although very few magical instruments have entered the public consciousness, there are still some. As I said before, after so many years, the accumulated number of lost magical instruments is not a small number."

Feng Xiuhu nodded again: "That makes sense."

Mike snapped his fingers. "Finally, and most importantly, the night auction business isn't exclusive to Fancheng. Numerous people in major cities engage in this business. Those who dare to do so are more or less connected to churches and temples, and have their own connections and outlets. From what I understand, most of the defective magical instruments that are refined are resold through them."

Feng Xiuhu nodded heavily. "I see. You mean to tell me that the gun and bullets came from the auction house's nightclub, so the mastermind behind the gunman is someone noble."

"Or to be more specific, it's Lu Hongxi."

(End of this chapter)