Chapter 249 False Accusation

Louis stood at the closed door, just like the last scene that Clayton Bello and his niece saw before closing the door.

Nothingness, all he could feel was nothingness.

The news of the Darkin was like a rising tide at the seaside, drowning the sand in his mind.

The news of Sevan's death was a week ago. Sevan's remains were found. He should have been happy, at least he could hold a believer's funeral for the child, but he couldn't be happy. To be precise, he felt nothing.

The whole world seemed to be quiet.

Louis stood at the door, looking at the door in confusion.

The wood of ash wood, with black paint on the surface, this door has been opened and closed every day for the past forty years. Since he was twenty-five, he would push the door here during the day and walk to the church in the morning light to complete a day's work, rain or shine.

The identity of a black monk destined him to be unable to marry a woman like ordinary people and have a child of his own, but he did not feel lonely.

Just like the nuns in the church, it was natural for the black monks to be abstinent, and this was the path he chose.

He thought he was destined to devote his whole life to God until his death.

Until one day, he saw the boy wandering on the street on his way to the city. At that time, the child was picking up the leftover bread from a painter's paint on the street. His messy brown hair, face blackened by coal dust, and dirty and skinny hands and feet were all pitiful.

The factories in the city have always been short of people, but orphans who are only six or seven years old are not welcome. They have basically no ability to work.

Out of pity, Louis took him back to Gevaux.

Most people here don't have much money, but there is still surplus food. It is not difficult to feed a kid. At the same time, he actively looks for new parents willing to adopt him for this child.

He failed.

No one here lacks children, and with this child's ability, it is too early to ask him to be an apprentice.

Louis had to adopt him himself and gave him a new name.

Sevan.

The priest's parents were very happy that he could do this, because black monks could not marry and have children. If he had an adopted son, he could more or less experience a more complete mortal happiness. His brothers also agreed with him doing this - as long as he didn't use their money.

Louis certainly didn't need help from others.

First, his salary was more than enough to support two people; second, although the child was still young, he was sensible enough and would not cause trouble everywhere.

In the process of teaching Sevan, he began to feel a kind of joy.

Sevan was really smart and learned everything very quickly. Even the most obscure sentences in the scriptures, he could remember them quickly and write them out by heart after reading them a few times. Even if he was only taught occasionally at home, his learning progress was faster than that of children in grammar schools.

Such extraordinary talents made Louis wonder if he was the gift given by God to his loyal servant.

He took care of the child wholeheartedly and treated Sevan as his own son. Days passed, his parents died of illness, his brother sold his inheritance and moved to the city, and the child he picked up grew from a toddler to a teenager. Everything seemed to have changed, but it hadn't changed.

Louis was not old yet, but Sevan grew up fast, from a child who needed care to someone who could take care of others.

Under the wholehearted teaching of his adoptive father, the boy naturally grew into a likable guy. During the day, he and Louis pushed open this door to help in the church, working as a copyist while learning the knowledge contained in the church's collection of books. In the afternoon, he would come back earlier than Louis to prepare dinner for his adoptive father.

Danny, the son of jeweler Lawrence, would occasionally come here to see him, as well as Adelaide, the daughter of the Lux family.

When these two people flashed through his mind, Louis had no hatred, that was an emotion he had already passed, and the appearance of the two people also faded in his memory and became insignificant things.

Louis only remembered the child.

Sevan went in and out of this door, sunrise and sunset. His face changed again with time, and hair began to grow on his lips, from a teenager to a young man.

It was probably at this time that he began to have some different opinions from Louis, but Louis never took it seriously. In his memory, this unpleasant time passed quickly, so fast that he didn't have time to react and get angry.

Sevan's clothes were still hanging at the door. Louis always felt that he would come back and take his favorite coat away without him, and then elope with Adelaide, but Louis would not stop him this time.

When the young couple had a child, Sevan would still come back to seek the blessing that his adoptive father lacked.

Louis knew this.

Dong.

It seemed like someone was knocking on the door, and the wind was whistling in the crack of the door.

Louis seemed to see that the young man came back again, and he was waiting behind the door, with a quiet smile under his short brown hair. After opening the door, he waved to him and wanted to sit by the stove, just like in the past. There might be his alien wife with dark green hair standing next to him, but no one cared about this.

The priest moved his stiff legs, stumbled towards the door, turned the doorknob, and looked over expectantly.

The door opened, and it was pitch black outside. There was nothing, only the evening breeze blowing, and it was the wind knocking on the door.

He looked back, and the room was also pitch black. The oil lamp had been extinguished long ago. He didn't know how long he had been standing at the door. The light was just an illusion.

Louis suddenly woke up from his memories, endless fear and grief poured into the room along the night. After learning about Sevan's death, his stiff heart began to soften, and the mountains of emotions that had been forgotten and subconsciously ignored resurrected in his mind. .

He grabbed the clothes on his chest and tore at them desperately, out of breath, but he didn't feel any better. The pain seemed boundless and eventually he fell to the ground.

The miracle is gone.

The next morning, the mayor’s house.

A hideous monster head was placed on the table.

It looked like a human, but it was two times larger than the average human head, and its skin was pale and without any hair.

This is the Leatherworker's head.

"You mean Padre Louis celebrated the Black Mass? That he made the Leatherworker?"

Mayor Jeffrey looked at the Hook detectives with a headache. They sent the leatherworker's head and solved the town's long-standing serious problem, but the new news that followed created a greater impact. force.

More bad news.

This Mr. Kitt accuses the Reverend Lewis of sacrilege.

The mayor had to confirm the other party's point of view again and again: "This is a very serious accusation. Louis has served us in the church of this town for more than ten years and has always been polite to others. Are you sure you have seen the truth?"

"I'm not entirely sure, but it looks like something Black Mass would prepare."

Rabbit Ace looked serious and swore to the sky: "I swear in the name of Heavenly Father, my companion did see him walking down the street to a secluded yard last night with a dead baby in his arms, and then penetrated it with his cross. Corpses. And everyone knows that evil deeds can summon demons."

Kit also raised his hand and vouched for his testimony with the same oath.

"Then why didn't you come to me last night?" the mayor asked them.

Ace looked embarrassed, and Robin Hood pressed his hat to his chest sadly and spoke on his behalf: "We didn't find out that it was a dead baby last night. We found something wrong when we took a walk today. Not only was there a dead baby in that courtyard, but there was also a dead baby. The deformed sheep were obviously the 'unholy beasts' required for the legendary Black Mass. We asked the people around us and found out that the owner of this courtyard had moved away. Perhaps Priest Louis was using it as a venue for practicing black magic. ”

Hearing what he said, Mayor Jeffrey hesitated.

Hook's detectives wait patiently for him to make a decision.

After a while, the mayor suddenly sighed, but the conclusion was still very euphemistic: "Okay, where is the courtyard with the dead baby? I will send someone to check. If the situation is true, then I will summon Louis and ask him about this thing,"

Ace told him the address, and then bowed deeply to him: "Mr. Jeffrey, thank you for your trust, but if your people are going to invite Louis over, then he had better prepare his weapons before setting off, And silver, to protect against those evil magics."

"I see."

The mayor waved wearily, and the detectives bade him farewell and left the house.

After they left, he leaned back in his chair and muttered: "Should I ask Mr. Osmar to investigate this matter."

Regarding the way the Salvation Army handles things, this ugly gentleman from out of town does have a good opinion, and in some aspects he has extraordinary insights.

Let’s just say it.

He stood up and decided.

In addition, even though the church no longer has a priest who can manage its affairs, the repair work of the murals cannot be stopped.

It is precisely because we are in a complicated and difficult time now that people need the comfort of religion even more.

Those painters who had been on vacation can get busy again. Mr. Osmar asked them to do other jobs before, but this job is still the most important, and he has to get them back.