In Type-Moon, it all starts with adopting Sakura.

"The only one who offended you is me; it has nothing to do with them. If you want to punish someone, killing me alone is enough."

Luo Wei: "..."

Looking at the old man in front of him with his head down and his voice low, Luo Wei felt that he had misunderstood something.

Although it was indeed suspicious that he had refreshed his character's location in someone else's graveyard in the middle of the night, especially since his companions might have already started digging beneath it, Luo Wei still wanted to defend himself. He was truly a good person, and he had only come here to…

Okay, I do intend to kidnap Gray and the Holy Lance along the way, just like when I kidnapped Sakura. After all, Waver did something like that in the original world, so I should have a chance too.

Moreover, rather than forcing a little girl who has no relation to Artoria to accept a life and destiny that is not hers, Loewy felt it would be better to take her out, go to London, and see a wider world, so that she could have her own choices.

He wouldn't hurt Gray, nor would he force her to do anything she didn't like. By doing this, he was making some decent amends to Artoria. This was also a major reason why he hadn't killed her earlier.

The old gravedigger before him was Grey's mentor and a very important person to her. If he were to kill him, the consequences would be dire. Moreover, it was indeed he and Rafe who had acted dishonestly this time. The old gravedigger was merely doing his duty; although his methods were somewhat excessive, they didn't warrant death. Therefore, Rowe acted with great restraint. From beginning to end, he only used the gold magic he had learned in mineral science or inherited from his family.

"Wait, old man, you've definitely misunderstood something. I didn't come here to cause trouble. Besides, you were the one who started it, weren't you?"

Rowe quickly raised his hand to stop Belsac from speaking, and then explained, "I really am a good person, do you believe me?"

"..."

He didn't answer anything, yet it was as if he had answered everything. Looking at Belsak's suspicious gaze, Rowe was exasperated.

"If you say you're a good person, I might believe you to some extent. After all, a magician who can still communicate so calmly after subduing the person who just tried to kill him is indeed very special, but..."

After glancing at Rowe in front of him, Belsak continued in a low voice.

“But you not only know about Grey’s existence, but also about King Arthur and the secrets of this village. You definitely didn’t come here by chance; you must have your own goals. That’s beyond doubt.”

"So... powerful magician from the Clock Tower, as the victor, could you please have some mercy and satisfy the curiosity of this loser? How did you know this secret? And tell me what your purpose is?"

"..."

Faced with the old man's soft pleas, Luo Wei did not respond directly with words.

He knew that words were not very convincing in this situation, and no matter how much he said, the old man in front of him would still not believe him.

And so, under the old man's shocked gaze, Luo Wei slowly reached his palm into his chest, and then a ball of bright, seven-colored light was slowly drawn out and gradually appeared in his palm.

“I think this should be enough to explain everything, Mr. Belsac.”

Luo Wei asked calmly.

"This, this is...?!!"

At that moment, upon seeing the true form of that light, the old man's cloudy eyes suddenly narrowed. His gaze fell incredulously on the treasure held in Luo Wei's hand, his words brimming with excitement.

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Some say that this old tomb keeper is the Blackwing Duke. Where does this claim come from?

I specifically read volumes six and seven of the second generation, but still couldn't find any clues.

Is it a rumor?

However, we need to speed things up soon, and it feels like we're progressing a bit slowly. I need to resolve this quickly and raise another new loli.

Grey, Reines, Sakura.

If I said I'm really not a loli, would you guys believe me?

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It's Chinese New Year, so let me offer another book as a tribute:

"Man on the Ark, Source God Activated!"

Chapter 114 The Dark Statue of the Virgin

After a friendly exchange.

No, actually, it should be said that after a rather unfriendly exchange, in the end, moved by Rowe's frankness and sincerity, the originally unyielding and resolute Belsac finally let down his guard.

If it were anyone else, they would never, even if it meant death, become a guide, personally leading a strange magician intending to rob their family's tomb into the tomb keeper's village. However, if the other party possesses that token, the situation is naturally different.

Upon seeing the legendary sword sheath, Avalon, shimmering with blue-gold light in Lovi's hand, Belsak couldn't help but shed tears as he faced this treasure that King Arthur had once lost. He couldn't help but reach out and touch the light, and then asked Lovi a question.

"May I take a closer look?"

Seeing this, Lovi didn't stop the old tomb keeper from being excited, but instead calmly handed Avalon to him. After Belsak's repeated confirmation and constant stroking of his hand, and based on his understanding of King Arthur and familiarity with his aura, he was now completely certain that the blue-gold scabbard was indeed the scabbard of the Star Sword, the legendary entrance to the ideal land, Avalon.

In short, after confirming the token in Rowe's hand, Belsak's attitude towards Rowe underwent a complete change. Although he was still unwilling to fully trust this stranger, he had to admit that if Rowe was the current holder of the Avalon token, then he was indeed qualified to participate in the events of the gravedigger village.

Led by Belsac, Rowe followed him to a small village nestled against a steep mountainside. This was the same village of the gravediggers that he had seen from the distant cliffs.

Although it was clear from a distance that the village wasn't very large, the reality upon closer inspection still surprised Rowe.

The houses in the village are very intricate and there are not many of them. If we ignore them, there are probably only a little over a hundred households. It is a village that could disappear at any time, yet it has been passed down to the present day through 1,500 years of tranquility.

Most of the buildings here are made of ancient blue bricks and some dark logs, and their shapes are full of the flavor of ancient Britain. They also retain some strange styles belonging to magic rituals. After all, there are special and strange patterns engraved on most of the bricks and logs. Although they look random, the faint magical feeling still makes Luo Wei turn his head and observe them carefully.

Inside the village, dark red brick paths crisscross a complex network of alleyways, reaching every corner. Since it was already night, there weren't many people on the roads. However, the few pedestrians who came out after hearing the commotion earlier still showed their clothing style. Although it could be considered modern, the style was undoubtedly out of touch with society for a long time, the kind of special attire only worn by retro magicians like those at the Clock Tower.

However, considering the village's remote location, it's difficult to transport supplies from outside, and the people inside are extremely isolated and xenophobic, so it's normal that it appears backward.

After arriving at the village with Bersak, it was already deep into the night. Since this was deep in the mountains, the village naturally had no streetlights, and not even electricity. The only light came from a few scattered moonbeams and kerosene lamps hanging in front of each house. Through the dim glass, one could barely make out the figures of people already resting inside.

"This old village is truly lifeless, as if it could die or disappear completely at any moment..."

Walking through this village, Rovi shared his thoughts with Bielsa.

Bersak: "..."

Although what Luo Wei said was harsh, it was indeed the truth; the entire village had truly entered a period of decline. A hundred years ago, there were hundreds of households here, but now only a little over a hundred remain. The entire village, trapped in this land, is indeed weakening and dying, and it's likely that in another century or two, this village will completely disappear.

He sighed, "There's nothing we can do about it. Living in this kind of environment, it's normal to feel depressed and isolated, and decline is inevitable. It's an inescapable fate and a natural order. However, our family of tomb keepers has lived like this for more than a dozen generations, so we can accept and understand this kind of life to some extent."

"Then, haven't you ever thought about going out to live?" Luo Wei pressed.

"...Leave this land?"

Upon hearing Luo Wei's question, Belsac shook his head slightly. "Everyone has naturally thought about this. After all, people are like birds and ravens; if they are trapped in a cage for too long, they will yearn for a wider blue sky. However, it's not time yet. Our day of liberation has not yet arrived, so we cannot leave here and gain true freedom."

"Is it a constraint?" Luo Wei asked.

"Yes, that is a promise and contract from our ancestors."

When this matter was mentioned, a hint of sadness and melancholy appeared on Bersack's face.

"However, let's not talk about that now. Come with me to the church. As an outsider, you'll definitely attract the attention of the villagers if you walk around the village so casually. Although you are qualified to participate as the current holder of Avalon, it's best not to attract too much attention for what you're about to do. Come with me to the church to complete the rituals before entering the village, and then I will explain everything about this place to you in detail."

"By the way, there are two very complicated people there. They might not be very friendly to a magician like you, but with me here, there won't be any problems. In short, when you get there, be sure to keep quiet and remember not to get into any conflict with them."

"……I see."

Thinking that the village's patterns were quite strange, Rowe didn't refuse Belsac's well-intentioned reminder, but simply followed quickly behind. Belsac's physical abilities were indeed somewhat beyond his expectations; for a moment, Rowe even compared him to the agents of the Holy Church. Despite having just had his arm pierced by Moon Spirit Essence and other parts of his body injured by the magic from the shattered barrier, the man could still lead Rowe forward quickly through the village as if nothing had happened. Rowe considered helping him heal, but Belsac's bandaged body and increasingly rapid pace made him silently shut his mouth; after all, the old man didn't seem to be in any trouble.

'So you're also a Steel Forged?' Luo Wei couldn't help but think to himself.

The church he mentioned was a building located on the north side of the village. Like the other houses, it had an extremely simple appearance and was built of bluestone bricks. It seemed that because no one had taken care of the weeds around it for many years, the entire wall was now covered with moss.

Under the cover of night, Belsac pushed open the door, and the two of them went inside together.

Although the church doesn't look very big from the outside, the interior space is quite spacious, perhaps due to the high ceilings, which makes it appear more formal. The interior decoration is also very simple and rustic, with only a few rows of wooden benches, but the brass candlesticks on the pulpit and the wooden steps are spotless and look extremely clean, clearly indicating that someone has taken care of maintaining it.

Moreover, it wasn't just these. When Luo Wei glanced at the various candlesticks, chandeliers, or metal ornaments such as armor and axe blades hanging on the wall, he could sense a faint mystery from them. Obviously, these things had been passed down and preserved from ancient times. Although they couldn't summon any particularly powerful or amazing heroic spirits, they were all excellent relics as materials for summoning spirits.

However, what concerned Luo Wei even more than these things was the pitch-black statue located in the very center of the church.

Unlike the cross and the image of Our Lady of the Nile displayed in the Fuyuki City Church, this church houses a black statue of the Virgin Mary. Although the surrounding area also has a Christian style, this statue feels completely different from the images of the Virgin Mary found in other churches.

“This statue of the Virgin Mary…? No, something looks off.”

Under Belsac's questioning gaze, Lovi approached the black statue of the Virgin Mary, gently placing his finger on it and carefully examining the anomaly within. Like other Virgin Mary statues from other regions, the black statue cradled the infant Jesus in its arms. However, its face lacked the compassion expected of the Virgin Mary, instead displaying an air of majesty, or perhaps even demonic power. But what concerned Lovi was not merely this demonic quality, but rather the statue's face itself.

"Artoria...?"

Gazing at the face of the statue of the Virgin Mary, Lovi murmured softly, noting that despite deliberately avoiding certain parts, the features still bore a striking resemblance to that of the beautiful knight king.

"No, that's not it..."

However, after his gaze swept over the chest of the statue of the Virgin Mary, Rowe dismissed the idea. After all, that female Tyrannosaurus Rex with a chest as hard as steel didn't have such a physique that seemed to understand human hearts. Rowe remembered how painful the impact of his punch on her chest had been. So, this statue must be... Morgan? And the infant in the black Virgin Mary's arms, whose face was obscured, was Artoria, right?

The witch of Britain embracing the savior of Britain—what kind of hellish joke is this?

While the Red Dragon King can indeed be considered a savior, the witch is far from being a saint.

However, this is indeed an interesting statue.

"So, this dark statue of the Virgin Mary was probably made by Morgan over a thousand years ago in Gladiolus Hill after Artoria's disappearance, and given to these villagers. She also gave them the order to resurrect King Arthur, and arranged many magical props around it for that purpose. Since this thing has survived to this day, does it mean that this statue might also be part of her workshop and her resurrection plan?"

Recalling the stories Meryl had told him about Morgan, and considering Morgan's actions, coupled with the statue before him, Rowe had a vague suspicion. Under Belsack's astonished gaze, he stretched out his palm, wanting to carefully examine what secrets the statue of the Virgin Mary held. However, the next moment—

"It seems this guest is quite interested in the statue of the Virgin Mary?"

Just as Lowell's hand was about to fully touch the statue of the Virgin Mary, a middle-aged man's voice came from the room. Then, Lowell's actions were stopped by a middle-aged man dressed in priestly robes who had just come out of the room.

Luo Wei looked at him, his expression turning slightly strange.

As a priest, it would be more accurate to describe this middle-aged man's physique as "round and plump" rather than "somewhat overweight." In his view, his excessively swollen body resembled a human-sized ball of fat, except that the red robes he wore created a very contradictory impression.

After all, the profession of priest shouldn't be associated with fat people. Even if people gain weight in middle age, it shouldn't be to the extent of his weight gain. Although this middle-aged man had a smiling expression and a round figure, appearing kind and gentle, the oppressive aura emanating from him indicated that he wasn't as harmless as he seemed. At least, Belsak, standing beside him, was noticeably more wary when he saw this man than before.

Standing behind him was a young nun dressed in traditional clothing, tall and slender, but with a youthful face. From the outside, she looked to be around twenty years old, about the same age as him. She had a pair of shrewd, brown eyes, and a few strands of golden hair fell from her headscarf. Her rosy cheeks were adorned with light freckles, making her quite charming.

Judging from her act of helping to carry the candle and guide the fat man, it can be inferred that this nun was probably an apprentice or assistant of the priest.

What caught Luo Wei's attention even more was their clothing.

Having spent some time exploiting the Puritan faith for personal gain, Rowe had a certain understanding of Christianity. Although they were currently in England, deep in the mountains, their clothing was far from traditional English Puritan attire. Instead, it was distinctly Roman Catholic, specifically the style of the Church of England. Combined with the aura emanating from the fat man, it wasn't difficult to deduce that he was a member of the Church of England.

The presence of members of the Church of Christ in such a village of gravediggers, and in such an important role as priests, is quite intriguing.

The other party clearly noticed Luo Wei's gaze and realized that he must have seen something. Just as he was about to ask, Belsac spoke up at this moment.

Good evening, Priest Fernand.

He called out the fat man's name to his face.

Good evening, Mr. Belsac. I never expected to see you at the church so late.

"And who is this person in front of me?"