Bronze oil platform, big bean spark, bright and dark church bishop hall.

Next to York's body was an old man wearing a gold-edged white robe. If there was a well-informed person present, he would tell you that this gold-edged white robe was only worn by a lieutenant-bishop of the Church of Light.

Sethman looked at the corpse on the ground quietly, oh, no, his erratic eyes showed that he was not focusing on this dead guy.

He was wondering how many years had he not been scolded?

Sethman was born into a noble family and was sent to a monastery for training when he was young. At that time, the tutoring and discipline were strictly carried out and he was beaten and scolded a lot. Later, he achieved success in his studies. With the promotion and means of his family's power, his status in the Church of Light was increasing. Finally, he fought for so many years and was promoted from an ordinary clergy to an ideobishop.

It can be said that since he became a clergy, he has never been scolded in person.

But today, he was pointed at his nose by a group of farmers and scolded him with spitting stars.

This was originally just an ordinary supervision and inspection by clergy. After he got off the bus at the entrance of the village, the situation was still normal. Those ignorant and backward villagers all had admiration and awe when they saw themselves. This kind of eyes and scenes were so familiar to him. At this time, as long as you walk forward and talk to them affectionately, these farmers will be grateful and respectful to you.

Then he saw a large number of people running here excitedly, some of whom were not even wearing shoes. Oh, what a devout believer these were. He remembered that he went up to him and said solemnly: "Hello, devout believers, on behalf of the God of Light, I will always send you kind greetings."

"Greetings to your mother!"

He was sprayed with a spitting star on his face, and then he pointed more than a dozen fingers at his face and cursed. Various local slangs, and some shoes flying towards him were also sandwiched in the middle... At this time, he understood where the shoes of those barefoot people just now were.

"Sir, this is the weapon to kill York." Buck said to Sethman, who was in a trance, holding a crossbow arrow.

Sethman stared at the crossbow arrow, which was made of ordinary materials and seemed to be just ordinary wood; the workmanship was even rougher, and the most important part of the arrow tip was unevenly cut. The whole crossbow arrow was more like a toy made by a child when playing war games.

"What's the discovery?"

Buck said: "From the temperature of York's body, the death time is within ten minutes. The death place is at the confessional pavilion, and the other party should be pretending to be a believer and shooting it at close range."

"That's all?" This is not what Sethman wants to hear. He doesn't care how the idiot on the ground dies. He just wants to determine the identity of the assassin. Pretend to believer, hold crossbow arrows, and shoot at close range. This doesn't mean anything.

Buck hesitated: "A brother found slight traces in the wall of the backyard, and there was a secret door left on York's window. If it was left by an assassin, the technique would be a bit professional."

The professionalism they do is naturally those assassins who are trying to take human lives and collect bounties.

Sethman said sarcastically: "Professional? Do you mean that an assassin went here long distance and used this toy to kill an ordinary clergyman? Was he crazy in poverty, or is he just passing by and killing someone to play with?"

Barker knew that the result was a bit untenable, so he had to say, "Then we can only start with the crossbow arrow and check the hunters around us."

Sethman's voice was even sharper: "Oh? A hunter in a small village killed people, and a team of light knights could not find useful clues. Are you trying to say that our light knights are too useless?"

It is even more untenable to say what hunters do. Xiaoshi Village is located in the mainland, and most villagers rely on land to live. In other words, there is a small forest in the south of the village. Even if some hunters are just taking a trap, they will only catch pheasants and so on. They are not very smart.

Buck simply shut his mouth.

After mocking for a few words, Sethman fell into deep thought. The Knights of Light are naturally not a waste. In fact, their comprehensive combat quality is higher than that of the Knights of the ordinary Empire. They can't find any useful clues, which means that the opponent is really a professional. Buck's judgment should be fine, but which professional would be so unprotective? You must know that if you kill a low-level clergy like York, the bounty will not exceed one gold coin. Could it be that you are really passing by?

The entangled Sethman didn't know that the professionals they were guessing were vomiting in the woods not far from them.

I have to say that killing people and killing chickens and ducks are really different.

Although before taking action, Tang En kept telling himself that the other party was a villain who should be killed and that he was doing the way for heaven. However, after seeing York really died in front of him, his stomach still rolled in.

After reluctantly handling the scene and waiting for the villagers to arrive, he hurriedly pulled out of the backyard, headed straight to the woods, and vomited in a dim mood.

In the church, the contemplative Sethman suddenly spoke, "York's death time is just before we heard the bell?"

"Yes."

"Do you think this is a bit too coincidental..."

Buck's heart moved: "You mean..."

Sethman seemed to have figured out something and smiled: "Our itinerary is fixed, and anyone with a heart can find out. We walk slowly, but just as we arrived at the periphery of the village, the bell rang."

"You mean someone deliberately let York die in front of us like this?"

"More than that," Sethman said in a cold voice: "York is dead, but his exposed behavior has defiled the honor of the Church of Light, and no one in this village will ever believe in the God of Light. And if anyone is interested in encouraging these villagers to spread this matter..."

"That's terrible, it's a disaster."

Sethman said coldly: "That's right, and what's even more disaster is that this incident will also become a stain on us. After all, I am the inspector who supervises the clergy in this area, and damn it, we are actually at the scene of the incident!"

"Is this someone going to throw dirty water on the adults? Damn it, who is this?" Buck completely understood what Sethman was thinking, and couldn't help but sigh that it was true that people in high positions were not simple. And in this way, professional methods could also be explained. After all, if someone really did it on purpose, then he would naturally ask a slightly more professional person to do it, so as not to leave any flaws.

"It doesn't matter who it is now, the key is what should we do now?"

Buck was indeed clever and immediately said, "Or say that York was already dead, and it was a person from the wild cult that pretended to be him?"

The Wild Cult, the Northern Wilderness Tribe, is a natural enemy of the Temple of Light. When the believers of the two often die, they will never die.

Sethman said unanimously: "A good idea. But the operation is difficult. The farmer is ignorant, but not all fools."

"Then use spiritual magic to the farmers to seal their memory."

"If there are future troubles, there will naturally be ways to remove them, and it will be even worse to end."

Buck spread his hands and said, "I am ignorant and can't think of any good idea."

Sethman smiled and said, "Think slowly, there will always be a good way. Sometimes, we need to change our thinking, just as we infer the identity of the murderer, we must think deeper."

Think deeper? Think deeper... Buck looked at Sethman smiling, and suddenly he shivered. Could it be...

Seeing the changing expression on Buck's face, Sethman raised his eyebrows and smiled. "Oh, it seems you have come up with a good way again. When I chose you as the Chief Guardian Knight, I praised you for your clever mind. Tell me and listen."

Buck murmured, "Why, or let the farmers be... all... all..."

"What are they?"

Looking at Sethman's bottomless eyes, Buck gritted his teeth and said, "Kill them all!"

Huh... After saying it, Buck suddenly felt a strange feeling of relaxation. This feeling was like when he was a child, in order to prove to his companions that he was a manly enough, he pretended to be indifferent and killed the dog he had been raising for many years.

Sethman didn't say anything, but just smiled and patted Buck on the shoulder.

Buck leaned down and expressed humble thanks.

"Sir, the villagers gathered at the church door and asked you to come forward to make an explanation." A Knight of Light came in to report the situation.

The curses at the door became louder and louder, deafening.

Buck took a deep breath and said, "Steal the door and don't let them in. First calm their emotions, and then say that we have found out the truth and announce the situation to them ten minutes later."

"yes."

"Also, after all this, everyone gathered in the backyard of the church."

"Yes." The knight took the order and left.

"Sir, look..."

"You're doing a good job." Sethman smiled and said, "The Holy Knights of Light are going to recruit new blood. I have a place here. After this inspection, you can try it."

Buck said ecstaticly: "Thank you, sir, for your cultivation."

The Holy Knight is the top knight of the Church of Light. Both status and force are the backbone of the church. The emergence of these knights is all produced by the Holy Knight of Light. As long as you pass the training, you can become a Holy Knight.

"This is what you deserve." Then Sethman took out a crystal that emitted a rich white light and handed it to Buck and said, "Find a place to put it."

"Divine Punishment Crystal!" Buck was shocked.

Sethman looked at the crystal reluctantly and said, "Yes, this is the God-Punishment Crystal. This is the only piece I have obtained in many years, but it's a pity..."

"You, are you going to use this to destroy the village?"

"Only in this way, there will be no trace left. Also, let your knight shut up. It is best to forget about this. Otherwise, the trouble will be you."

"Yes, Buck will always be loyal to the Lord."

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Five minutes later, the dark night sky.

A white light suddenly fell from the sky and hit the church directly.

It was like a spark thrown into a pile of gunpowder. The church suddenly emitted a dazzling white light, and the air waves rolled around, directly swallowing the entire village.

In the south of the village, beside the woods, Buck felt the strong wind coming to his face and stared blankly at the scene in front of him.

Sethman frowned and said, "My carriage. Damn it, don't let me know who framed me, otherwise I will definitely let him go to the gallows."

Sethman's gorgeous carriage was parked at the entrance of the church, which was too conspicuous and difficult to transfer, so he had to destroy it with Xiaoshi Village.

Buck felt a chill in his heart, more than two hundred lives were killed. But in Sethman's eyes, this was not even as good as a carriage.

The white light comes and goes quickly. In a moment, the purity will be restored to the front of you. However, there is no trace of Xiaoshi Village anymore, and it has become a piece of scorched earth.

Sethman said: "Make a Holy Spirit Monument, and send someone to explain the situation to the knights of this fief... I don't need to teach the reasons, right?"

"Yes! Don't worry, sir."
Chapter completed!