"Earl, Earl, Earl!"

who?

Who is calling me?

Ye Xiang opened his eyes in a daze. At this time, he found that he was sitting on a recliner. The room in front of him was a room that made him very unfamiliar. The room was filled with a lot of paintings, and there was a black statue not far from him.

Ye Xiang followed the sound, and then he noticed that the sound came from the gate.

Ye Xiang walked over, then walked through a long corridor and opened the door. Standing outside the door was an old man who looked like he was in his seventies or eighties.

"Earl," said the old man with a slightly lowered his head, "Biography of the Inquisition is here."

Ye Xiang nodded and said, "I understand."

Soon, Ye Xiang prepared his formal outfit, locked the door, and came outside.

A man in a religious costume appeared outside the door. The man looked in his thirties. After seeing Ye Xiang, he smiled: "Wallace, my friend! Welcome back! How is the scenery of France?"

"Not bad, Samar." Ye Xiang showed a stiff look at this moment, and he looked at the cross hanging on the man's chest, and he couldn't help but feel a little disgusted.

This is a pure and natural feeling.

Like instinct.

Bishop Samar stepped on the carpet and walked slowly towards Ye Xiang, saying, "But, after hearing from your servants, your mental state does not seem to be very good?"

"I'm fine."

"Is that so? May the Lord bless you, Wallace. Recently, I may not be able to come to you again. Recently, many more pagans have been arrested in the Inquisition. I have to deal with a lot of things, so this time you come back, I will come to you immediately. So..."

Speaking of this, he looked at Ye Xiang's face, hesitated for a while, then looked around, and said, "Old friend, have you let me stand all the time?"

"You can do whatever you want."

Ye Xiang pointed casually, and then sat down with Bishop Samar.

"Actually, during the time you were traveling, a monk from the Franciscan sect (the first derma sect of the Inquisition of the Roman Catholic Inquisition) came to me to talk about something. This made me a little distressed..."

"Tell me the point." Ye Xiang said coldly: "Master Bishop, aren't you just trying to tell me this?"

"It's... Wallace. But your attitude today is so strange?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, how do you say it... I always feel strange about you, and why do you call me 'Bissar'? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"No. What are you going to say just now?"

"It's true. It's related to what I just mentioned that a group of pagans were arrested recently. This is a small group of black magicians called the Isaac Spirit Society, which publicly made disrespectful remarks to the Holy See, but also used the bodies of the dead for experiments. The actions of this group desecrated the Holy See, and the Inquisition will deal with them in the near future. However, the trial of this group seems to be very secret, and not many people in the Holy See know more about it. What the monk told me was that they discovered this group, and they seemed to be communicating with the demons in some special way."

When he talked about the word "demon", his voice also lowered a lot.

"What then?" Ye Xiang continued to ask without changing his face.

"In fact, this group activity area is a bit coincidental with the place you travel to. So, when I caught them, I was still a little worried about you."

The atmosphere suddenly became a little cold.

Ye Xiang rubbed his right hand, and on his middle finger, he was wearing a ring at this moment. The bronze ring shone with a strange luster.

"You want to ask me if you have any questions about this dark magic group during your trip?"

"I just asked according to the rules. After all, although this group was arrested, there were still some fish that missed the net."

When talking about the four words "Fish that escapes the net", he particularly emphasized his accent (of course there was no such idiom at that time, it was purely a translation).

Ye Xiang's expression became playful.

"I'm sorry, I'm not able to provide you with information, Lord Bishop. I'm not honored to provide you with clues about those 'Fishes'. It's really a pity to let you go for a vain."

He said "I can't get rid of my feelings", but Ye Xiang could hear the slightest "I can't get rid of my feelings". Samar's narrow eyes staring at Ye Xiang with a fox-like narrow look, as if he wanted to get some clues from him.

"Isn't it really not? Wallace, can you recall it? Lord, look at us in heaven."

The last sentence sounds inexplicable, but it is almost a showdown.

The meaning of Samar is already clear.

"My memory has always been very good, and there is no need to add anything. This time I went to Turin, Marseille and Lyon."

Samar had obviously started to show an unhappy expression.

As the bishop of the Inquisition, he holds too many powers of life and death. How many pagans will be burned to death in a year? In this era when the power of the Holy See is at its peak, his position is definitely equivalent to a high-ranking official in the decision-making level in the capital today. In one sentence, many people can die without a place to die. What's more, people who rely on religion regard themselves as the spokesperson of God and use their own standards to define whether a person is completely guilty.

Obviously, when he thought about it, he wanted to see Wallace's panic and horrified expression, and then immediately knelt on the ground and said everything he should say. Finally, he was "magnanimous" and said that "The Lord will forgive you." Of course, the treatment given to him was to return to the Lord's arms.

"Wallace, my friend." Samar continued: "There is a pregnant female pagan in the group that was arrested this time. Her flesh and blood in her belly will be buried together in the fire. Of course, they are not worthy of sympathy. They can only hope that the Lord can give them a wonderful new life."

Ye Xiang was still unmoved.

"Her name is Livina. Have you ever heard of this name, Wallace?"

"I have no reason to know a pagan, don't I?"

Bishop Samar was silent for a long time and said, "Wallace, you and I have known each other for many years. Your parents have been the most loyal believers of the Holy See for many years, and have always provided a lot of money for the Holy See, and you have always been like this. I have always regarded you as a friend, so I hope you can think about it carefully."

"Sir Bishop, I don't quite understand what you mean. Instead, I think I don't understand more about what you said today."

Samar stood up, looked at Ye Xiang, and sighed heavily.

"I express my regret."

"Are you leaving? Lord Bishop?"

"Well. By the way, Wallace, recently the Pope has ordered a complete blockade of the city of Rome and even martial law to be imposed at night. So, it's better not to go out at night."

"Thank you for your advice, Lord Bishop."

Samar showed an unwilling look, looked at him, and then left. He just left Ye Xiang standing there alone.

Then, Ye Xiang returned to his original room and locked the door.

Today is his first day back.

He looked at a box placed in the corner with a fanatical look.

"We need to speed up..."

If Wallace was just an ordinary civilian, then his home must have been searched heavily now. However, it is different now. More than an hour later, in the room, enough food for about a week and some daily necessities were prepared.

Ye Xiang walked to the box and opened it.

"So, let's start."

Ye Xiang had already guessed that there would be a corpse inside the box.

However, when he really saw it, Ye Xiang was shocked and almost stopped breathing.

This corpse...is so terrifying!

Ye Xiang almost didn't dare to look at it anymore. He could not describe the corpse in any language.

This is a great horror!

However, while he was afraid, he found that his heart also had this joy for darkness and blood. For the demon hunters, everything related to the demon was their hunting object, just like a beast seeing a weak antelope.

He began to feel that his will and thoughts as human beings are gradually being replaced. The two relative wills of human beings and demons are mixing, and at the same time, they are also eroding his soul.

In the next few days, Ye Xiang, no matter how he didn't want to see this corpse, he had no choice. He had to see himself how to deal with the corpse, cut the body open, remove the internal organs and clean it, and then peel off the skeleton...

However, strangely, gradually, he no longer felt disgusting and even began to feel like he was integrated into it.

He seemed to have become beginning to like seeing blood and corpses…

His will as a human being is beginning to be at a disadvantage!

"No...no...no...not that..." Ye Xiang suddenly realized this and immediately roared in his heart: "No! I am me, I don't want to be a real demon! Never!"

Ye Xiang's will frantically dispelled the picture in front of him. I don't know how long it had passed, but suddenly, he noticed Count Wallace in the mirror in front of him, and his expression was completely different from him!

"Stop, Wallace..." Ye Xiang shouted at him in his heart: "I'm not you! I don't want to be controlled by you! Yihang, Wenyin and the others... I want to save them..."

But, it's useless.

Nothing works.
Chapter completed!