After choosing to leave, they regretted it.

As a result, this guy actually allowed his most important subordinates to starve to death while he went to do things that were neither important nor urgent.

Even if it's just for fame and reputation, you can't do this, right?

This guy has always been like this. He can't determine his goals, his means, or his logic, and there is no consistency in his words or actions.

Really...

"Ahhhhh!? Why did she fall?!"

"Hurry up, hurry up! Someone has fainted!"

"Wake up, wake up!"

There was a sudden commotion in the queue where food was being distributed.

Maybe a member of the sect was so hungry that he lost consciousness. What a sin - with this thought in mind, Aize turned his head and looked over there.

"……What?"

Then, he was stunned.

The figure being surrounded was not a ragged member of the sect, but one of the maids he had brought with him, or rather, one of the puppets made by Villian.

She just lay straight on the ground, her eyes wide open, her expression frozen on her face, and she was no longer breathing. The spoon she used to distribute the oatmeal was even still in her hand, and the contents scattered as she fell to the ground, slowly soaking her clothes.

Is this a malfunction of the puppet?

For a witch of Villian's level, this is really hard to imagine.

Just as Aize was about to ask what happened, Miss Witch had already taken action.

With a wave of his hand, the remaining maids immediately stopped what they were doing, rushed to the inactive individual, parted the crowd to carry it out, and stuffed it into the carriage without any explanation.

The other two jumped into the car and drove away from the camp without saying a word.

Only a bunch of shocked sect members were left.

And of course there's Aize.

Villian's face became extremely ugly at this moment, even to the point where her lips turned pale.

Aize quickly came forward and said in a low voice:

"What happened?"

"I'll explain later. Now we have to go. Now! Right now!"

Such a tough attitude is not common in Miss Witch.

Aize didn't ask any more questions. He immediately turned around, forced a smile and explained to everyone:

"I'm very sorry, that maid is suffering from some illness. I thought she was cured, but it relapsed unexpectedly. We must take her back for treatment first. I'll take my leave now."

"May the goddess bless her~"

There was a burst of prayers among the crowd. Aize took the opportunity to jump into the carriage with Villian and the remaining maids as quickly as possible, left the camp, and drove back towards the town.

After leaving a distance to ensure that the other party could not hear, Aize quickly asked:

"What's wrong? What happened?"

"That puppet is out of control."

"out of control?"

"Yes, out of control."

Villian nodded with an unhappy look on her face.

"It suddenly lost control of me. I tried to restore it but there was no response. And then... it became what you just saw."

A puppet is essentially an inanimate object infused with magical energy, causing it to move. Therefore, controlling the puppet is essentially controlling the magical energy.

When it comes to controlling magic power, there is no one in this world who is stronger than Villian.

In the previous Tafia riot, Rufus, who was also a high-level witch, was completely defeated in all aspects.

Not only was it easy to take control of the witches she created, but even her own body was almost usurped and transformed by Villian.

How could someone take away a puppet created by Villian?

Hard to imagine.

Aize immediately realized the seriousness of the problem and hurriedly asked:

"How could this happen? Who did it?"

The witch huddled in the corner of the carriage, gnawing at her nails solemnly and shaking her head.

"I don't know! I can't rule out the possibility of a malfunction. But if someone really took it away, then the remaining puppet maids might have been taken away as well. That's why I thought of retreating first... I'm sorry for being so presumptuous."

"No, no need to apologize, it was the right judgment."

It would be fine if it was a malfunction, but if it was really someone secretly doing this with hostility, then it would be too dangerous to continue staying here.

But for Villian, this was her second loss of composure since she let the Faceless Man escape last night.

Still in the field of puppets, which is where she is best.

The always conceited witch lady even went beyond self-blame and unhappiness at this moment and became a little angry.

He unfolded his puppet-controlling technique and examined it almost hysterically:

"How on earth did they do that?! There was no magical reaction, no signs of invasion, not even a trace of the process itself. It just happened all of a sudden. How is that possible?!"

Aize was unable to comfort her about the technical issues and could only hope that she could find the answers herself.

What he was more curious about was whether this was also Rosaline's masterpiece.

As a priest-type character, Rosaline is good at skills such as healing and assistance, but has no knowledge of systematic magic knowledge.

Therefore, Aize didn't think she had the ability to break through the system set up by Villian so easily.

Besides, it doesn't make sense.

If he is really that powerful, he can continue to hide and play a role at a more critical moment. There is no need to hack into a puppet maid.

But if she didn't do it, and it happened to happen in the camp of the Pure White Saint Sect, it would be difficult to explain.

In any case, there must be a common and reasonable explanation behind the series of strange and contradictory events surrounding Rosaline.

But the current evidence is still insufficient to find it out.

How to do?

Rosaline herself is currently preaching at the church. How about taking a risk and confronting her directly?

With this thought in mind, the carriage convoy returned to the town in a heavy atmosphere.

"Go back and investigate the situation of that puppet first. I have something to do and I'll be away for a while."

Determined to make a breakthrough, Aize jumped off the carriage after a brief farewell, asked the guards along the way for directions, and immediately rushed to the church.

Soon, the church's iconic spire appeared at the end of the street in front of him, followed by the sound of bells and a chorus of hymns.

It looked like the sermon wasn't over yet. Should I just go in or wait here?

While I was thinking about what to do, a figure suddenly came into my sight.

The middle-aged man, dressed simply, with dark and rough skin, was carrying a shoulder pole with two wooden boxes hanging on it. He looked like a villager who came to the city to sell goods.

He came to Aize's side and asked:

"Sir, I have some fresh wild fruits here. Would you like some?"

These words made Aize, who was thinking, suddenly raise his head.

Then he narrowed his eyes and asked:

"Wild fruit? Where did you pick it?"

"I picked them from the mountains to the north. They're all good stuff. I spent two days and two nights picking them to get this much. Would you like some?"

As he spoke, he unloaded his goods and opened one of the boxes to show Aize.

They are some small things that look like grapes, and they look pretty good.

Aize looked around for a while.

Perhaps because the sermon was in progress, there were unusually few passers-by around, and the patrolling guards had just passed by, so no one noticed at the moment.

Then he nodded:

"Okay, but I don't want that much. Just find something to fill it up a few pounds for me."

"Okay, take these!"

After a busy period, I paid the money and got the goods.

A rather heavy and simple wooden frame was handed to Aize, filled with the wild fruits he had just seen.

The mountain people picked up the remaining goods and walked quickly towards the commercial street.

Aize held the frame, picked up one and put it in his mouth. After turning his head to look at the church, he walked straight towards the castle without stopping.

Go upstairs, return to the room, close the door and lock it.

Then, a wooden box was pulled out from the bottom of the frame containing wild fruits.

When it was opened, there was a thick stack of documents inside.

The man I just met was, of course, one of Aize’s intelligence officers.

What was said was also the standard code used by mountain people to contact each other.

It is just to deliver these things to Aize.

What was recorded there were all contents related to the previous riots in the Holy City.

Including the specific identities of a large number of church officials killed by Leah, the background information of some members of the Pure White Saints, and the current organizational structure of the church, etc.

This was the intelligence that Aize had asked his intelligence chief to collect when he had contacted him before. Due to the rapid development of subsequent events, it was finally delivered to him now.

It was a little late, but for Aize who was at a loss as to where to start,

It's like a timely help.

With these things, combined with recent experiences, there is no need to worry about not finding a breakthrough.

With this thought in mind, he began to read the book at the fastest speed and with the highest concentration.

Chapter 46 Faith

Since crossing over, Aize has read countless intelligence documents, many of which are related to royal relatives or demon leaders.

But never before had Aize looked as carefully as he did today, for fear of missing even the smallest detail.

As a result, the efficiency was extremely low. Half a day had passed, and I had only read half of the total content, which was the content related to the members of the Pure White Saint Sect.

The church's high-ranking officials who were murdered were not touched at all.

As the church bells rang in the distance, it signaled the end of the sermon, and time gradually turned from afternoon to night, and the sun began to set in the sky.

Aize leaned back in his seat and rubbed his eyes:

"The original core members of the Pure White Saint were all pilgrims? I never thought..."

The followers of the Church of the Supreme God are spread all over the continent, and its doctrines also include the content that believers should go to the holy city for pilgrimage, but not many people actually do so.

After all, the long journey means a lot of time and expenses, and most of the lower-class believers do not have such savings and spare money.

As for the nobles in various places, they also did not want to see their subjects leave their territory at will, causing population loss.

Therefore, those who can make a pilgrimage must have a certain family background and must be very devout in their faith.

But knowing this, what does it mean?

Like the rest of the evidence, it is specious and overly fragmented.

Finding the connection is easier said than done.

A somewhat tired Aize slowly stood up with the help of the table, thinking of going to Villian to check the investigation results related to the out-of-control puppet, maybe he could find something.

He pushed the door open and left the study, heading straight towards the dormitory where the servants lived.

Go down the stairs, through the hall, go outside, then follow the wall through the side door. The target is a small complex of buildings adjacent to the military camp.