Mystery: A Spark

"Nonsense! I'm the main damage dealer, do you even understand what a main damage dealer is?" Arthur suddenly felt his combat power being questioned, and said arrogantly, "I took down three out of four enemies by myself, that's a triple kill, do you even understand the value of a triple kill?"

"What does that mean? It means I was the absolute core of last night's battle. Let me tell you, it's only because you weren't there last night that you would have been completely impressed by my heroic performance in battle."

"You took care of three out of four enemies all by yourself?" Arthas tilted his head, seemingly somewhat incredulous.

"Of course, how about that? Now you know how powerful your master is, right?" Arthur said with his head held high, as if it were the truth.

"Were the other three just slacking off?" The puppy noticed the blind spot in Arthur's words.

"Well, they all played their respective roles, but mainly they controlled and restrained the enemy. The one who truly reaped the lives of the enemy was me," Arthur said with a light cough.

"Oh, I see, so you're the one who steals kills." Arthas feigned sudden realization.

"What do you mean by stealing kills? That's called harvesting, do you understand harvesting?" Arthur stuck out his finger and poked the puppy over.

"Yes, yes, it's harvesting," the puppy said perfunctorily.

"You... never mind, I'm too lazy to argue with a hairy, short-sighted guy like you. I'm going to the Harvest Church, are you coming with me?" Arthur got dressed and got out of bed.

"Okay, okay, what are you going to do?" The puppy teleported to Arthur's shoulder.

"Well, we'll see. Maybe we'll have to go to St. Hillan Church again later." Arthur quickly made himself some breakfast and then took the little guy out the door.

After riding the steam subway for a while, Arthur arrived at Rose Street in the South of the Bridge.

Upon entering the Harvest Church, Arthur saw Bishop Utravsky preaching.

He didn't go up to disturb them, but sat in a chair in the back row like an ordinary believer, pretending to pray while waiting for the bishop to finish his sermon.

It must be said that Bishop Utravsky's robust physique and the gentle expression on his face, filled with praise and gratitude for life, formed a striking contrast.

Before such a bishop, naturally no one dared to make a sound. The few believers listened quietly, occasionally making the unique prayer gestures of the Church of the Earth Mother.

After a while, Bishop Utravsky finished his sermon.

At that moment, a man dressed in the robes of a priest from the Church of the Earth Mother entered through the door leading to the room at the back of the church.

He looked to be about twenty-eight or twenty-nine years old, with black hair, red eyes, a high nose, and thin lips. Although his face was somewhat handsome, it wasn't particularly masculine.

Is he Emlyn White? This guy has actually been released... Arthur guessed who this person was.

Emlyn White distributed the communion-related items to the believers one by one, finally stopping in front of Arthur.

He glanced at the little white dog on Arthur's shoulder, then fixed his gaze on Arthur.

"Sir, do you need to speak with Bishop Utravsky?" Emlyn White asked instead of giving Arthur communion.

"Oh? Why do you ask that?" Arthur asked, somewhat curiously.

Although he knew that the vampire had been captured by Bishop Utravsky, he had not been to the Harvest Church during that time, so Emlyn White should not have known him.

"Although I am unfamiliar with your scent, I am very familiar with the scent of this little guy. I can feel that this peculiar night vanilla scent appeared many times when I was locked in the basement, and each time it appeared alone."

"So I know that you must know Bishop Utravsky, rather than an ordinary believer, since no one would let their dog come to church alone for worship."

"If I'm not mistaken, it should be a messenger-like creature that delivers messages, right?" Emlyn was very confident in his guess, a smug smile on his face.

“You guessed right, but there’s no reward.” Arthur stood up and walked toward Bishop Utravsky.

Behind him, Emlyn White looked puzzled.

For some reason, he had a strange feeling the moment he saw the little dog on the man's shoulder.

However, upon closer examination, this feeling disappeared, as if it were just an illusion.

“Sir, I’ve run into some trouble lately,” Arthur said vaguely as he approached Bishop Utravsky.

"Come with me." Bishop Utravsky seemed to understand Arthur's purpose and turned to walk towards the back of the church.

"Looking in this direction, they're not going to take me to the basement, are they..." Arthur muttered to himself, and followed.

Emlyn White, watching the two heading towards the back of the church, felt a surge of unease.

Clearly, he wanted to slip away while Bishop Utravsky was away.

Once he successfully escaped, he refused to believe that this tall, seemingly dim-witted old man could find him in Backlund.

However, Emlyn White hesitated and stopped after taking just one step toward the door.

No, this guy with the dog clearly knows that old man. Maybe he's here at the old man's invitation to test me... They're probably setting a trap, deliberately giving me a chance to escape so they can have an excuse to drag me back and lock me in the basement... Damn it, these people are so vicious. I won't fall for it... Emlyn White's face showed a confident expression.

He had previously feigned submission, telling the old man that he was willing to convert to the faith of Mother Earth and deeply repent for his past actions, even though he didn't actually know what he needed to repent for. But putting on a show was fine.

The old man actually believed him and was so happy that he released him on the spot and even made him a priest here.

And he was told that as long as he could memorize the holy scriptures of the Church of the Earth Mother Goddess, he could go home.

Now that he has hope of returning home through legitimate means, he absolutely cannot make any mistakes or fall into the old man's trap of entrapment, otherwise he might be imprisoned in the basement again.

Hmph, this old guy actually tried to trick me, but he didn't expect that I had already seen through his scheme... This kind of old guy who's all muscle and has gone crazy from religious fanaticism is too easy to fool. I just used a little trick and he was easily fooled... Emlyn White gave himself a thumbs up for his cleverness.

……

In the basement of the Harvest Church.

Arthur looked around and asked with some curiosity:

"Bishop, do you know why I've come here? Why did you bring me here?"

Could it be that they're planning to play some kind of imprisonment game, like they did with Em Zero White?

Wow, just thinking about it makes me a little excited!

Bishop Utravsky, of course, had no idea what filthy thoughts Arthur was having, and he said in a gentle voice:

"This basement is engraved with a complete seal, which has a strong ability to isolate the inside from the outside. The seal becomes even stronger when believers pray during the day."

He looked at Arthur calmly and said:

"Such a seal can be used as a prison to confine the people inside, but conversely, it can also protect the people inside from certain harms. The trouble you are suffering may be resolved here."

"Hiss~ Is this really how it's going to be resolved? That's too perverse, no, too astonishing." Arthur said, stroking his chin, somewhat surprised.

Are they really going to play a prison game?

This was something he never expected.

So, the reason I feel uneasy when preparing for the promotion is because there might be problems if I were to be promoted outside the official channels. What kind of problems might arise...? Arthur pondered with some doubt.

In retrospect, it seems possible that the Earth Mother Goddess Lilith knows the answer to this question.

However, it's clear that this expert didn't intend to give him the answer; he only showed him how to solve the problem.

"So, does that mean I'll have to do this for every promotion I get?" Arthur asked Bishop Utravsky.

“I’m not entirely sure either; I only know that it’s needed this time,” Bishop Utravsky said, shaking his head.

"Tsk, this is unpleasant." Arthur frowned; the feeling of his curiosity not being satisfied was really making him uncomfortable.

However, he also knew that in a world where knowledge is toxic, excessive curiosity could really kill you.

The reason his memories were sealed was precisely for this reason; otherwise, he would have been eliminated long ago.

Moreover, although his memories are sealed, he can still retrieve them from the Source Castle. When he becomes strong enough, he may be able to unseal these memories on his own, highlighting a promising future.

“In that case, I’d like to trouble you, Bishop, to look after Arthas for me.” Arthur picked up the small object from his shoulder and handed it to Bishop Utravsky.

However, the bishop did not accept it, but instead said:

"It needs to stay here with you."

"what?"

"There's one more thing I need to remind you of. From now on, you must kill every single member of the Blood Worship Cult and the Rose School's indulgence faction who has come into close contact with you. Don't leave a single one alive."

"what???"

Chapter 167 is amazing! I'm starting to understand everything!

Bishop Utravsky left.

As he left, he also closed the basement door, and the seal took effect, isolating the basement from the outside world.

In the basement, Arthur and Arthas looked at each other, both of them bewildered.

"Why are you being left here too?" Arthur asked, sitting in a chair, one hand supporting his chin, the other teasing the puppy on the table.

He understood why he was staying here, but he couldn't understand why Bishop Utravsky would let the little guy be here too.

Could it be that they were worried he'd get hungry if he stayed in the basement too long, so they left this little thing as emergency food?

But this tiny thing, no bigger than the palm of your hand, isn't even enough to fill a tooth gap.

Arthas was also a little confused. He made a classic bear-like gesture of spreading his hands and said:

"I can't come."

Arthur:......

"Forget it, I'll advance first and see how things go." Arthur didn't think for long. He took out extraordinary materials and containers from his emblem and began to concoct the Schemer's Potion.

Unlike last night, Arthur felt no unease or anything unusual while mixing the potion this time.

This demonstrates that Bishop Utravsky's measures were highly effective.

As Arthur added each ingredient to the vessel, the schemer's potion was nearing completion.

Outside the basement, Bishop Utravsky did not leave after exiting the door, but stood on the steps, quietly watching the motionless basement door.

A moment later, footsteps came from behind him; it was Emlyn.

He glanced at the closed basement door and couldn't help but say in surprise:

"Old man, you must know this guy with the dog, right? You actually locked him up too? You don't have some kind of weird fetish, do you?"

Could it be that the old man and the young man have that kind of relationship? Wow, humans really know how perverted they are... Emlyn clicked his tongue inwardly.

However, to be fair, when it comes to the diversity of gameplay, we should look to the vampires, because they have a long history and a long tradition, and they also have strong vitality. Even if they play too aggressively, it is unlikely to cause anyone to die.

Compared to the vampires, the ways humans play are actually quite outdated; they're just things the vampires have already done.

I heard from my family that it's quite popular among humans for priests to play with little boys. And this old man happens to be a priest. Could it be... that although the person just now wasn't a little boy, but a handsome young man, maybe this old man just likes that type... Emlyn looked at Bishop Utravsky in front of him, then at the tightly closed basement door, and couldn't help but start to let his imagination run wild.

Wait, something's not right! Emlyn was thinking when he suddenly shuddered.

He suddenly realized that he seemed to be the same type as the young man from before, both equally handsome. If this old man liked this type, wouldn't he also be in danger?