Chapter 244 Everyone in Revo Has Something to Do

"I can't detect it, but to do this, the user must also pay a price. Changing the fate of others is a very serious matter, and only a very small number of beings and ritual environments under certain conditions have this ability."

Julius found enough reasons for his oversight, and he emphasized the rarity of this situation.

And after all, whether they are really trapped in Revo has not been confirmed.

Clayton continued to jump into the pit to work, but he did not give up this idea in his heart.

The object that Francis used to forge his identity must have been given to him by Chude Osmar, which means that this is actually the property of the Doomsday Seekers. If there is nothing here, then ordinary people will not keep such a useless swamp in their hands.

The choice of the Doomsday Seekers gave him confidence.

If the treasure that Schmidt is looking for comes from the remains of the Tinong people and is related to fate, then it is very likely to be related to the ancient twin gods of fate.

When the White Church rose, many of the old gods began to scatter, not only the religion of the Tinong people, but also the polytheistic religions in the eastern part of the continent were disbanded one after another.

The church explained these phenomena as people regaining their faith in the right path, and the false gods disappeared in the light of the true creator.

Then, the great pioneers who were enlightened were slowly placed on new altars.

The most famous god of wine, Harin, was removed from the shrine, and the new god of medicine and wine was Sograco; the titles of many war gods were taken away by the pioneer Talos, and there was only one war god from Mount Sini to the southern Harold area; the patron saint of travelers changed from the light-armored Marin Frey to Saint Hyperion. Almost all types of beliefs have substitutes provided by the White Church, except for the Twin Gods of Fate, who had no new gods to replace them after their disappearance.

The Twin Gods of Fate are a pair of goddesses of the same clan, one controls good luck and the other controls bad luck, so they are often printed on both sides of special coins by gamblers to predict good and bad luck.

To this day, these two goddesses still have a considerable influence in the art world.

If the things below have the power they left behind, then any strange things that happen can be reasonably explained.

"Are you ready?" Ace asked.

Robin Hood lowered his head, pushed his hat down, and at the same time eliminated his expression of fear and excitement. He raised his head again and held up the cross that had been stolen from the church not long ago. The end had been sharpened by them.

"Ready, Boss."

"Me too, Boss." Kit held a smelly cloth package in his arms. It was covered with dirt, making the original pattern on the cloth unclear.

He put it in front of Ace, and no one showed disgust.

They were in the animal pens now, and the smell was not much better than this.

This was where the leatherworker first attacked the livestock, so there was nothing here. The original owner of the house and the animal pens decided to sell off his remaining assets after the third attack and move to a safer city.

However, the deal has been hanging in the air so far. No one is willing to pay for it, and no one is looking after it, so Hook detectives can use this place as a place to start the conspiracy.

Kit raised his foot and kicked the package closer to Ace. Judging from the rotten smell emanating from the package, it probably has a close relationship with the cemetery, and this relationship was only severed not long ago.

This is indeed the case.

West Corner 31, located in the cemetery behind the church, this is where they dug it out.

It is illegal to open a coffin and exhume a corpse, but for these three people, this is not a big deal. They never revere the dead, and taking things from corpses is their way to make money.

What they are going to do today is just a little more blasphemous than usual. Or a lot.

"Next is the filthy beast." Ace said.

A sheep with a deformed face was led in front of them, waiting to be ordered.

Black Mass, this is the ceremony they are going to hold.

Summoning demons to fulfill their wishes, this is what the Black Mass can do. But what they prepared is not comprehensive from the complete ceremony. The actual ceremony needs a fallen priest to perform it in order to be effective.

However, Detective Hook did not really want to hold a black mass. They did it just to frame Louis.

To bring disgrace upon a priest, all they had to do was to have him perform an extremely evil ritual and be discovered by everyone, but Louis would not do such a thing himself, so they had to do it for him.

Polluting the church cross, leaving traces of the blasphemous ritual, leaving Louis' personal belongings, false witnesses, and a fabricated testimony were enough to make the priest's life in Geves hell.

Soon, people would drag the fallen priest from the church into the dungeon.

In order to convince people with their testimony, their ally Ravenlair gave them a great gift.

The head of the monster that had caused a stir in the town not long ago - the leatherworker.

Ace didn't know how they got this thing, but they could take it to the mayor to claim the reward, and by the way, deepen the locals' trust in them, and then their accusations against the priest would become more credible.

"Give it to me."

Ace stretched out his hand, and Robin Hood held the cross in both hands and handed it to him.

The three people present were all believers, but at this moment they all cleverly separated their faith and life.

Ace held the horizontal grids on the left and right sides of the cross, half-knelt in front of the stinking package on the ground, with no compassion on his face. He just pursed his lips slightly, and then pressed the cross with both hands like a sword.

As the end of the cross was squeezed hard, black water flowed out of the cloth bag, and the stench rose again.

A thin sheet half the size of a palm was washed down from the solidified soil by the liquid.

The broken mud fence in the photo showed a sleeping baby, and the black handwriting left by the literate funeral expert was marked beside it without emotion: "Dear Mary, came on the morning of May 4th, and left us on June 19th."

The second line of words was "The angel took a quick look at the world."

Ace pressed down hard, and the holy cross finally pierced the "angel" through.

Shovel after shovel of soil, Clayton gradually lost himself in this work.

The sound on the ground gradually disappeared, and he could only hear his own breathing and the sound of loosening the soil.

It was not until the axe made a crisp sound that Clayton stopped from this numb and repetitive work and had time to appreciate his masterpiece.

He could not see anything. He had dug very deep without realizing it.

He shook his head, and when he looked down again, he could only see darkness. But just a few seconds ago, he seemed to be able to see this underground space clearly, and each groove carved by the axe blade was clearly visible.

This seemed to be an illusion created by extraordinary intuition and physical touch in a lightless environment.

When he realized that the light was no longer enough for illumination, this illusion immediately dissipated.

Snap.

A few pieces of frozen soil fell and hit Clayton's hat, making a heavy knocking sound.

He looked up and saw Julius' face appear at the edge of the "well". The wizard squinted his eyes, as if trying to visually estimate the depth of the "well", but failed, so he showed a disappointed expression.

"Any new discoveries?"

Clayton raised his left hand and rubbed his neck, squinting his eyes to look outside the well. His eyes, which had been working in the dark for a long time, did not feel the light shining from the hole was dazzling.

"Not yet, but the depth of this pit should be equal to the final progress of those tomb robbers. If we don't go back at night, we will definitely dig out something unusual. I can feel that there is something underneath, but I can't see it."

Julius wrinkled his face, as if he was hesitating, but he quickly got through this state.

"Come up first."

"What's wrong?" Clayton asked in confusion.

Julius looked at him steadily: "It's dark."

The wizard has no night vision.

This is the limitation of mortal body. Clayton said nothing. He bent down and grabbed a handful from the pit, then climbed out along the slope.

The silhouette of the man crawling out of the pit in the dark night looked like a real beast crawling out of a wolf's den.

"What did you grab?" Julius asked while squatting on the slope. After a closer look, he found that he was actually sitting on a stone.

Clayton opened his palm. The object in his hand was covered with a layer of wet and cold mud, and its appearance looked like a cross. According to his experience, it had the characteristics of regular shape and uniform weight, so it was obviously a man-made object.

As long as it was taken to the river and washed, it would reveal its true appearance.

But Julius obviously didn't think that the things dug out of the mud could be very valuable.

He only glanced at the cross.

"I hope it can guide us." He said this perfunctorily.

Clayton put it solemnly into his pocket and prepared to go back to the river to find a boat, but the wizard shouted in a low voice, making him alert.

"The rune I left behind was triggered, and someone is approaching us."

"It may be the Savior Army. They pass through here to get water from the river." The werewolf said, while holding the long handle of the axe in his left hand and tilting the mosquito slayer in front of him. He didn't smell the smell, the smell of the swamp itself covered everything.

"Do you have a precise direction?"

Julius closed his eyes and sensed for a few seconds, then opened his eyes: "From the direction we came from,"

"Then let's go."

Clayton dragged his long axe back. He had enough things to think about and prepare to do today, so he was too lazy to consider the other party's identity. Whether it was an enemy or not, the other party would prove it himself.

He didn't need to be afraid of anything, it was night anyway.

They only walked a short distance, and the other party's figure was already clearly visible.

Three men with long rifles kicked aside the knee-high weeds and walked towards their position. The light of the lanterns shone in the grass-not hunters, Clayton immediately judged. He pushed Julius to the side and walked straight towards the other party.

Occasionally there are clear nights in winter, but not today.

A dark cloud floated by and easily blocked all the brilliance of the moon. The gunmen were only twenty yards away, but they couldn't tell who was standing on the other side.

The werewolf looked at them holding up the lanterns and shining them hard on themselves, but they still looked confused, and he felt amused in his heart.

He was literally facing a group of blind people.