Chapter 241: Resurrection of Consciousness

Before leaving, Barbara looked at Ian Lazarus for the last time, and his pain also made her sad.

But she would not let him go.

She told Ian: "Ian, I want you to swear not to tell your companions what we did and what you experienced when you acted alone."

Without a witness, the oath was invalid, and the vampire's ability was enough to control her offspring, but Barbara was still used to doing it. This was the last influence left to her by her past as a white cultist.

Ian looked at her gloomily and swore to his mistress almost without hesitation.

He did not reveal the secret between them to the Hook detectives.

When he entered the detectives' temporary residence alone, their inquiries did not get an answer, but one person could see that his state was not normal.

Ian had lost the ability to breathe, his body was as cold as winter itself, and because of the new power and perception of this body, the way his eyes moved and the manners of his steps were now completely different from his human self.

"Goodbye, everyone. Please tell my supervisor that I can't go back to the office. I quit."

This was the last sentence Ian said to his human companion.

"Shit!" Ace said.

Ian Lazarus's brother was his good friend. If Ian was a girl, her brother would definitely marry her to this friend.

And for Ace, if he had a sister, he would do the same.

In his opinion, Ian was undoubtedly experiencing some kind of demonic barrier, being controlled by some strange things that played with people's hearts and witchcraft beyond mortal cognition, which happened to be related to the young man's last investigation.

Ian was investigating Father Louis at the end.

So the situation is very clear.

He had to find a way to defeat Father Louis and restore his little brother to normal.

That's why he appeared in front of the Saviors.

The assassination of Father Louis might be discovered. Only by finding a way to discredit him first, Ace would have the opportunity to kill him without any consequences.

"What, do you want to join?" He asked standing in the dark.

Francis looked back again, and Chude Osmar and his servants moved to a corner that was hidden enough for them. He looked at their faces for hints and quickly looked back.

"Of course, why not?"

Next to Chude, a Savior was surprised to see the evil smile that had only appeared in Francis's imagination.

He was thin and ugly like an ape, but he was very scary.

After a brief thought, the guy who was lucky enough to see this sincere smile finally decided not to mention it to others, but to hide this smile in his heart.

"It's funny, Kuoke, do you remember it?" Chude Osmar asked, stroking the back of his right hand, but the latter only showed a confused look. "When the priest made an agreement with us, he only mentioned the townspeople and those outsiders, but he didn't mention himself. You see, now our chance has come. When he dies, what will the agreement mean? I have to say, this is fate taking pity on us!" He emphasized.

But Coke turned his head away with a lack of interest, not even bothering to look at him, obviously lacking the fundamental motivation to deal with those outsiders.

Chude's smile disappeared, he stared at Coke's profile for a while, and looked at the guests without emotion.

In the alchemy room behind the church, Father Louis was preparing the antiseptic for the new corpse.

His position was still a priest, and he was not qualified to hold the funeral ceremony for the believers. Even though he had mastered miracles, this was not known to the bishop after all, so it did not hinder his work content.

Louis was familiar with such work, but it was the first time he faced someone he had killed with his own hands here.

Lawrence and the brothers of the Weir family were all behind the garden. Yesterday, after Clayton Bellow left, Lawrence's wife brought his cleaned corpse here. Although the other few people had no family members, there were still some kind people in the town willing to help. The coffin was provided free of charge by the coffin shop owner - the worst quality, but the deceased might not care much about these external objects.

These pale faces wiped away the blood and soothed the fear, and they seemed to be sleeping in the dark coffins. The gorgeous herb flowers guarded the coffins, making them look extremely sacred.

Louis put down the potion and stood beside the coffins and prayed silently for them.

Somehow, when Lawrence died, his compassion became active again.

When his eyes swept over these corpses, his breathing slowed down involuntarily, and then he felt nauseous. He could hardly believe that he had done all this.

He began to feel pain, and this revived emotion began to make him reflect on everything he had done recently.

Believers of the gospel were not allowed to touch weapons, and he could not help but violate this ban and kill people. Doing so was equivalent to betraying the sect. Yes, no one found out about this, but the Heavenly Father would examine every soul, and he himself knew the truth.

Louis was already a sinner.

Danny killed his son, but in any case, Lawrence should not be on his revenge list. Lawrence had nothing to do with this matter.

He still couldn't figure out why he killed Lawrence. He just wanted to do it, no matter if it made sense or not, it seemed like doing so would make him feel better.

Then came the people from the Weir family. He teamed up with a dark descendant to kill them.

The doctrine of the Evangelicals does not require them to be hostile to the Dark Elves, but doing so is obviously inconsistent with what the church usually advocates.

Louis had no grudges against them, but he killed them for what he thought was beneficial. Although this seemed to be good for the stability of the town, who said there was no other way without bloodshed?

He should have thought of a way out, but he had not thought about it.

The dead closed their eyes and listened to his confession.

Listening to the confession of a priest who had mastered miracles.

Yes, even though he had committed all kinds of evil deeds, miracles still happened to him.

Does the appearance of miracles mean that there is nothing wrong with his behavior? Louis also thought about this question, and he suddenly recalled the words of a monk from another sect: "The original intention of the establishment of the church was to make mortals understand their own insignificance and the greatness of God. This has nothing to do with good and evil. Guiding the morality of the world is the responsibility of the priests given by the pioneers."

He thought this statement was a heresy at the time, but now it seems that this statement is correct.

Yes, if the existence of miracles has nothing to do with good and evil, then it is certainly not accidental that he can master miracles.

God does not need morality, and there is nothing to constrain God, because He created everything, and seeing the light of His revelation naturally does not have the threshold of good and evil - this is really a truth, but Louis hopes that miracles will disappear from his body from now on, so as to refute this "truth".

He turned his palm up, and white light emerged from his palm, and the miracle still existed.

The work still needs to continue. He put down his hand with a heavy heart, undressed the corpse, and sprayed the preservative chemical agent.

Before this step, the priests of Mesri would cut open the abdomen of the deceased, empty the inside, and then use iron hooks and spoons to reach into the nostrils to scrape out the watery brain, and at the same time fill the body cavity with a large amount of spices to absorb the moisture. This will prevent the inside of the corpse from decaying, and it can be stored for a thousand years in the local dry climate.

Louis did not need to perform so many steps. Dorne did not have the custom of forcing corpses to not decay. He just wanted to keep the appearance of the corpse intact before the priest returned to preside over the formal funeral.

He whispered scriptures and spread the brown potion on the skin of the dead.

First Lawrence, then the three brothers of the Weir family. After applying the antiseptic solution, he dressed them, and the dead lay quietly in the coffin, as if nothing had changed.

Louis still held the pot, feeling lost.

He knew there was another dead person.

Ian Lazarus - the young man who found him when he was looking for the Darkborn. He killed him in order to come back to do something meaningless, just to prevent him from getting in his way.

Now the body of the young man should be eaten by wild beasts in the wilderness.

He believed in Louis's priesthood and the kindness represented by miracles, just like Louis once did, but what did Louis do?

He took advantage of the young man's trust and killed him with the weapon that he had kindly lent him.

Louis almost suffocated when he thought of this.

He couldn't believe that he did such an evil thing on impulse at the time, and he didn't feel any regret.

But if the other party was not dead at this moment, but stood here alive to point out his actions, he would never deny it, because he believed that his mission had been completed, and no matter what punishment he encountered, he deserved it.

Louis did not return to the alchemy room to rest. He looked at the dead quietly, especially Lawrence. After some thinking, a blood-stained blue handkerchief was taken out of his pocket. He gently lifted Lawrence's peacefully crossed hands and prepared to put the handkerchief underneath.

This is Danny's relic, and Adelaide Lux used it to prove his revenge.

Now that everything is done, there is no need for him to keep this thing anymore. Maybe it should go to the owner's father to satisfy the old man's last wish.

The midday sun shone on the medicine garden, and a little golden light shone from the handkerchief.

Louis almost thought he was seeing it wrong, but the flash became more and more dazzling as the angle changed.

He put down the dead man's hand briefly, took the handkerchief back to his eyes and looked closely, and a thin and short hair was inserted in the fabric.

The chestnut hair shone with golden light in the sun.

The color was familiar, and when Louis began to remember where it made him feel, his memory immediately turned to the people he had recently come into contact with.

Chud Osmar.

Only his hair was that color.