13 Mink Street

After getting out of the taxi and closing the door, Karen looked at the ordinary villa complex in front of him and said with emotion: "It seems that the lives of big shots are very low-key."

It was the same when I went to Naton's house last time. Their villa is not considered a luxury in York City, and Bishop Walforon's house is even more reserved.

Of course, at their level, the Church of God of Order is responsible for arranging their "food, lodging, transportation" and security, but most of the top leaders of the Church of God are unwilling to be confined together, and prefer to live in their own old houses. This is also a kind of willfulness.

"They shouldn't care about personal enjoyment anymore." Philomena tried to answer.

"No, they care, it's just that the kind of enjoyment that ordinary people perceive is too low-level for them."

As he spoke, Karen handed Philomena the 100 real bill.

Philomena took the money with doubts on her eyes.

"Did you take a taxi for free?"

"oh."

Philomena handed the money to the taxi driver.

"Thank you, ma'am, and may you be well."

After speaking, the taxi driver kicked the accelerator and left.

"Tsk."

Karen smacked his mouth and reminded Philomena:

"Remember to give change next time."

"Sorry, I thought Captain you didn't care about these Rael anymore."

"What I care about is the breath of life."

"I see, I'll ask for change next time."

"no."

"That is……"

"Before you get in the car, bargain first."

"Yes... I understand."

"Come on, let's go in."

Karen took Philomena and walked inside. As they walked, Karen said doubtfully: "It shouldn't be. Although the text message said that the assassination of the chief bishop of Walforon was unsuccessful, at least we have to show It looks like the garrison should be dispatched to set up defense here."

After all, Walforon is the number one member of the Cult of Kosmos in the York City region on the bright side.

In the past, when something bigger happened, the garrison was dispatched immediately, and there were falcon knights hovering in the sky, but this time, it was obviously too quiet.

After walking forward for a while, Karen stopped, and Philomena put her hand on the handle of the Nightmare Blade, and they both noticed that there were eyes watching them all around.

At this time, a voice came from the shadow ahead:

"identity."

Karen took out his ID and showed it while saying, "Karen Silva, captain of the operation team of the Whip of Order and Disciplinary Office in this region."

A man wearing a robe of order walked out of the shadows, waved to both sides, and said:

"Master Captain."

After speaking, the man stepped aside.

Karen didn't rush in but asked, "Which department do you belong to?"

"Master Captain, you do not have the authority to inquire about our department."

Karen nodded when he heard the words. The other party did not answer, but he answered. The person in front of him and the one in the shadows who are preventing and controlling the chief bishop's house should be a special force in the region.

My previous doubts were resolved at this time, not to say that there is no garrison here to line up here is laziness, but the level of security and confidentiality here is very high.

The latter, or level of secrecy, is especially important.

Karen even suspected that if it wasn't because Neo was lying in the hospital, maybe Bernie wouldn't even call him to come.

The news that the chief bishop was assassinated must be strictly blocked now.

At this time, a person ran behind him, it was Leon.

He was taken to Hongye Street by Richard tonight, and chatted with a big sister who could be an aunt. He fell asleep while chatting, slept soundly, and didn't have time to go home.

Therefore, he received the news almost at the same time as Karen, and because of the distance, it came slower than Karen.

"My car." Philomena said, "Richard gave it to me."

A lady's car was parked in the distance, which was driven by Leon.

Karen immediately understood who and where Leon went with tonight, but Richard was arrested and went home early.

"team leader."

After Leon yelled to the captain, he began to pant. It wasn't tiredness, but nervousness and fear.

Karen comforted: "It's okay, the assassination was unsuccessful, Bishop Walforon is safe."

Leon nodded vigorously.

"Let's go in first."

Karen beckoned, and then walked in with Leon and Philomena. When they entered the yard, they sensed the rotation of the formation. It should be that the formation was specially moved to let Karen and others come in.

In the yard, Karen saw Bernie and several other Whip of Order ministers.

Bernie walked up to Karen and asked, "What happened to Neo?"

"Returning to the minister, the director was ambushed when he was arresting a Guangming remnant. The opponent's attacking sacred weapon was a bit special, which hindered the recovery of his bloodline."

This is the reason that Karen and Neo had discussed long ago.

Bernie nodded, and then his eyes fell on Leon standing behind Karen, with a complicated expression.

"You take them, go in first, be careful not to damage the environment inside, the special action team from Dinger District will come over soon."

The Dingle Region sent a task force directly?

The chief bishop was assassinated, and it was right for the Dingle region, where the Holy See is located, to send people over to understand the situation, but it came so quickly, and it was in the form of a task force, which was obviously a bit too hasty.

Karen stepped in. As soon as he entered the hallway and turned into the living room, he saw that the chandelier above the living room was covered with a thick layer of sand, in the shape of a hornet's nest.

Inside was a middle-aged man whose eyes, ears, mouth and nose were all filled with sand, and he died in a terrible state.

"Father!"

Leon let out a scream, subconsciously about to rush forward.

dead?

Was it Leon's father who died?

There was no mention of this in the newsletter!

Although he was extremely shocked, Karen immediately reached out and grabbed Leon's shoulder, but Leon was very emotional now, trying to break free.

Karen had no choice but to use his strength to overturn him to the ground.

"Control your emotions, you see there is an enchantment protecting the scene below, don't destroy it!"

Leon finally stopped, because he saw a disc on the carpet under the hornet's nest. The disc exuded a black luster and incorporated all the corpses above into his own barrier protection.

"How could this be...how could this be...how could this be!"

Leon clenched his fists, his eyes flushed.

When he received the news, he thought that his grandfather had been assassinated and successfully defeated the assassin, but he really didn't expect that something would happen to his family.

"Mother, mother, my mother..."

Leon seemed to have thought of something, and immediately became anxious.

Karen can no longer suppress him, because it is normal for him to be hysterical in this situation, and he can't even force him to calm down, so he can only say:

"Try to... control yourself."

Then Karen let go.

Leon stood up and ran to the stairs, followed by Karen and Philomena.

"ah!!!!!!!!"

At the corner of the stairs, Leon's shout came.

After Karen went up, he found a woman's body hanging above the original portrait on the wall at the corner.

The woman's forehead, hands, and feet were all embedded with sand nails, and her arms were slightly lowered, and her legs were close together.

There is also a disk under the woman's corpse, exuding an enchantment to protect the corpse site.

"Mother!!!"

Leon knelt down in front of the woman, tears pouring down, he gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, in great grief.

This woman is his mother.

The chief bishop's son and daughter-in-law, both dead.

This was no longer a simple attempted assassination, because the chief bishop's family members died at the hands of the assassins.

Karen took a deep breath. It was no wonder that the garrison deployed outside but activated the secret forces of the region, and it was no wonder that the task force from the Dinger region was coming so soon.

Because of this, it is too big.

At this time, Karen saw a familiar figure coming down from above. It was the Bishop of Bern wearing a bishop's robe.

When Karen saw him, a guess instantly appeared in Karen's mind: Could it be that the Cult of Order made a reasonable excuse to make a move against the Cult of the Desert?

Karen has this guess for three reasons:

One is the sand here. It is obvious that the assassin uses the power of the sand attribute, which is easily reminiscent of the Desert God Sect;

The second is to learn from the burial site of Compasini that the Cult of Order had been constructing the sequence of desert beliefs three hundred years ago to prepare for the annexation of the Cult of the Desert. Counting the time, it should be ready now;

The third is to see Bishop Berne here, and he often represents a kind of conspiracy.

But when he thought about it carefully, Karen felt that it was unrealistic. The Cult of Kosmos would not kill the family members of the first person in charge of a region below him just to find an excuse.

Although the internal strife in each religion is bloody and dark, the religion of Kosmos has always had a relatively rogue attitude when it comes to foreign policy.

Even if they found an excuse to declare war on the Reincarnation Sect last time, didn't the order knights who were supposed to be trapped in the collapse of space have long been prepared to be unscathed?

Internal conflicts are internal conflicts. When it comes to the outside world, you can use some "shameless" means, but if you really want to make excuses for the outside world, you will look very low-level if you stab your own people.

The most important thing is, if it is true that the top leaders of the Cult of Kosmos plan to use this method to stir up anger and conflicts, there is no need to block the news now. Shouldn't they directly publicize the matter with great fanfare?

Bishop Bern looked at Leon and said, "Your grandfather is waiting for you."

Leon wiped his eyes vigorously, stood up, and asked Bishop Bern, "Where's the assassin!"

At this moment, Leon looked as if he was about to kill someone.

Bishop Bourne's eyelids drooped, as if he didn't bother to talk to him.

"I ask you, where is the assassin!"

Leon rushed to the Bishop of Burne standing on the stairs.

Karen had no choice but to reach out to stop him again, and whispered in his ear: "Go see your grandpa first!"

Leon froze, and hit his head hard twice, very hard, and then continued to go upstairs in a panic.

Because he guessed one thing, the text message said that his grandfather was assassinated, but the assassination was unsuccessful, but looking at the current situation of his family, his grandfather must not have easily blocked the assassination, maybe grandpa is now...

After Leon went up, Karen followed up.

Bishop Bern looked at Karen and asked, "What do you mean by the way you looked at me just now?"

In this sudden situation, no matter how good Karen is at controlling his facial expressions, it will be difficult for him not to be noticed in front of the bishop. He only needs your eyes, and he doesn't even need to look at you. You can get many answers.

Karen replied: "I just suspected..."

Bishop Berne interrupted before Karen finished speaking: "What do you think?"

"I don't doubt it now."

Bishop Bern nodded: "It's not stupid."

After speaking, Bishop Bern walked downstairs by himself.

Karen continued to go upstairs, where there was a corner of a small coffee table, facing the floor-to-ceiling windows, this location in Guman’s villa was my grandmother’s favorite, she often sat here knitting, and then she could see her family back as soon as possible .

It's just that on the small sofa next to the coffee table, an old lady is sitting there. Her mouth was pierced by a broken spear made of sand, and she was nailed to the sofa.

This should be Leon's grandma.

When Karen turned to go to the study room, he saw a man and a woman nailed to the wall outside the study room, wearing domestic servant clothes. They should be the family servants and maids, or they could be regarded as bodyguards.

What surprised Karen the most was the cleanliness of the whole house.

From Leon's father to his mother, to the other dead people he saw along the way, except for the sand on their corpses, no sand was seen in other corners.

This meant that when the other party killed these people, the means were very straightforward, and the target who was killed had no ability to fight back in front of him.

How powerful is an assassin who can kill someone in a bishop's house like this?

Moreover, the bishop himself is still at home!

"Captain, the assassin is very powerful." Philomena said.

"Is it just formidable?" Karen pursed his lips, "An assassin like this, no matter where he goes, his blood will flow like rivers."

Karen stretched out his hand and gently pushed open the half-closed study door. Leon was not inside, but the desk was not empty, but it was not Bishop Walforon, but another middle-aged man sitting on it.

A huge sand pillar was connected to the ceiling at the top, the floor at the bottom, and passed directly through the man's body in the middle.

The man opened his mouth wide, his arms were hanging down, and he was also fixed here after death.

There is a family portrait hanging in the study, and the man is also inside, most likely Leon's uncle.

This is going to destroy the door!

Was it the desert gods who did it? He left so many sand art sculptures here to show his identity on purpose, is he afraid that others will not know?

Now that the absurd speculation that the Cult of Order directed and acted has been ruled out, it is worth paying attention to what the assassin wants to reveal.

Karen breathed a sigh of relief, no matter what, he was already angry when he saw this.

As a priest of order, the family members of the chief bishop of his own region were crucified one by one by outsiders and fixed at home... No matter whether Karen is in the Whip of Order system or the regional management office, he will feel a deep humiliation feel.

And this sense of humiliation doesn't just end here, the sense of humiliation at the top will only get worse.

It can even be said that if the Desert God Sect really jumped out and issued a statement saying that this matter was done by someone in their religion, they would be responsible for it.

The start of war... is almost inevitable, and the Knights of Order will be mobilized immediately to march towards the Desert God Cult.

No, even if the Desert God Cult is not that stupid, there must be a saying about the things here, and the anger of Order will definitely be vented.

"Let me in, I'm Leon, this is my home, my grandpa is inside!"

Leon was stopped by three priests at the bedroom door.

"Sorry, the chief is receiving a new round of treatment now, please wait a moment."

"I'm going in, I'm going to see grandpa now!"

"Leon!" Karen could only act as the villain again, "Wait until the treatment is over."

Leon bit his lip, stopped there, and soon, his lip began to bleed.

Philomena said, "My family..."

Before Philomena could finish speaking, Karen cast a warning gaze over her.

Philomena immediately shut up.

What she wanted to say just now was that she didn't have any special feelings when someone died in her family.

Of course, she wasn't talking sarcasticly, her original intention was to comfort Leon.

It's just that she can't comfort people. Just like Uncle Eisen needs to relearn how to get along with his aunt, Philomena, who has left her original family, also needs to really start learning how to get along with others.

"Plop!"

Leon knelt on the ground again, holding his head in his hands, tears and snot dripping non-stop.

He felt absurd and regretful. When his family was assassinated, he himself was lying in the arms of a prostitute, chatting and falling asleep.

At this time, the strong sense of self-blame seemed to turn into a raging fire, constantly scorching his heart, making him extremely disgusted with himself.

Karen didn't step forward, because Leon didn't need comfort from outsiders at all at this time.

Finally, a priest with white lines on his chest came out from inside: "You can go in."

Leon stood up immediately and walked into the bedroom.

Karen walked to the door and looked inside. Bishop Walforon was sitting on the bed. The injury should be on his chest. At this time, the bishop's face was very pale, which was the result of emergency treatment.

"The bishop's injury..." Karen looked at the pastor.

"Fortunately, Mr. Bernie came in time, otherwise it might be... Now, I can only say that the situation is very bad, and Mr. Chief is just holding on."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work."

"it is my responsibility."

Leon knelt down beside his grandfather's bed and asked anxiously, "Grandpa, are you okay?"

He has seen all the dead relatives just now, and now he is already a little bit overwhelmed with grief, and only wants to hold on to the living relatives.

Bishop Walforen smiled and asked:

"Leon... where did you... go tonight?"

Leon wiped his tears vigorously, without any concealment, and replied honestly:

"I'm at the dim sum shop tonight."

When answering this question, Leon clenched his fists tightly, and his nails had pierced his flesh. He felt extremely ashamed and remorseful.

And this scene completely fell into Wo Fulun's eyes.

The old man who was seriously injured and dying, at this moment, the most worried thing was his grandson.

"Hehe...hehe..." Bishop Walforen smiled, "Don't be sad...don't feel guilty...don't blame yourself...if you are normal today...go home...now you are...also dead...so Don't worry about it..."

"grandfather……"

"Thank you God of Order...for blessing you...Leon...my grandson...you don't cry...you have to laugh...you have to live cheerfully...

This is God...giving you the responsibility to continue the family...the opportunity to avenge the family...everyone in the family is dying...thinking that you are not at home tonight...the heart should be happy..."

Bishop Walforon stretched out his hand, put his arms around Leon's head, and put his chin on Leon's head:

"My grandson...promise to grandpa...I don't want you to live in guilt and pain for the rest of your life...cough cough cough..."

"I promise you, Grandpa, I promise you!"

"That smile... laugh...let Grandpa hear your joy..."

"Heh...heh..."

"Big... louder!"

"Hahaha!"