Chapter 112 Slave Owner (Only One Update Today, I Will Try to Get Back to Normal Tomorrow, the Day After Tomorrow at the Latest)

One step away, and two sailors died tragically on the spot.

The head was blown into dozens of pieces and splashed outwards. The gray brain mixed with bright red blood sprayed all over the wall. The blood foam splashed on the faces and bodies of several nearby sailors, making them stunned, and then they lay on the ground and vomited.

However, the next moment, two strange tentacles suddenly drilled out from the exploded skull, and refracted repeatedly in the closed cabin like sharp arrows. Every time they hit the cabin wall, they left a deep scar on the thick wooden wall.

"Humph."

Seeing the chaos in the medical cabin, Knight Rick snorted coldly and clenched his fists.

At the same time, a ball of darkness condensed in the cabin and turned into a huge palm, and then clenched into a fist synchronously, just holding the two flying tentacles into the palm at the same time.

With a bang, the cabin was like an explosion, and a wave of air was set off, blowing the sailors all the way and crashing into a ball in the corner of the wall.

"I know who did it."

Knight Rick stared at the giant hand in the air and pondered for a few seconds, then turned back to Lynch behind him. He didn't know why Lynch happened to appear behind him, but decided not to delve into it.

"What is that?" Lynch walked out seriously, picked up his hat and put it back on, and said nonchalantly, "Something very iconic?"

"Well, it's Walter Davis, a famous pirate, with a bounty of 200 pounds. He has been wanted for three years, but he usually only commits crimes at sea and rarely comes to the river."

Hiss... Lynch's blood vessels jumped when he heard this number, and his hands itched for a while, but thinking about the tentacles that almost got into his head just now, he immediately calmed down.

I am a private detective, not a bounty hunter. I can't rob other people's money, so I'd better leave it to others.

"He is a crazy cultist. His ability is to control tentacles. He is also nicknamed the slave owner. It is said that he can command puppets to work for him. Now it seems that he took advantage of the chaos yesterday to let the tentacles get on board and get into their brains, controlling them to become traitors and cooperating with the believers of the Ancient Flash to steal the sacred memories. Fortunately, you noticed its existence in time, otherwise if it had found a chance to slip away, it would be difficult to find out his identity again."

"You just hit him..." Lynch made a fist, "Did you kill him?"

"He was injured, but not seriously." Knight Rick sighed, "Now we must find his hiding place as soon as possible. They may still be together."

"Do you have any ideas?"

Rick shook his head: "These people hide very well and are difficult to find. I can only mobilize the church's news network to inquire about the information as soon as possible. I hope to get a reply as soon as possible."

Lynch nodded thoughtfully and looked around the room.

The room was full of blood and brain matter. The scene was too exciting, which made him realize a very terrible fact.

I only felt that the smell of blood was unpleasant and a bit nauseous, and I was no longer panicked by seeing the corpse.

It has only been seven days since I crossed over. Habit is really a terrible thing.

With a self-deprecating smile, Lynch carefully approached the corpse and poked it with his cane. After confirming that both were dead, he carefully examined the corpse.

Seeing his actions, Knight Rick also consciously ordered the sailors around him: "You all go out and report the situation here to His Excellency the Archbishop. His Excellency the Archbishop knows how to deal with it."

"When encountering such a thing, how should the Dark Night Church normally deal with it?"

"Notify the Night Owls in Rhine City and let them solve it. If they can't solve it, they need to issue a reward to the public and let the bounty hunter solve it."

"Night Owl? Similar to the Watcher?"

"Yes, it belongs to the special department of the church."

While Lynch searched the corpse, he listened to Rick's explanation and figured out the basic structure of the Dark Night Church, or the structure of most churches.

The Dark Night Church is actually divided into two systems. The priests include ordinary people and soul-forsaken people. Although they have combat power, most of them are responsible for clerical work. The special combat troops were called the Dark Knights in ancient times, and now they are renamed Night Owls as the times change. They are all led by the Soul Forsaken.

It’s just that due to the contradiction between royal power and divine power, the church will intentionally weaken the local knight power. Therefore, in addition to the Nolan headquarters, the Dark Church will appoint three or four Night Owls in key cities as a deterrent.

The problem is that these people are similar to the Watchers. They basically only know how to fight. It’s no problem to let them fight with the cultists, but if they are asked to investigate the case, they may not be as good as the blue uniforms of the Hall of Order.

So Archbishop Trinlais didn’t have any hope for them from the beginning, and directly asked Lynch, who he trusted the most.

"However, our information channels are still fine, and maybe we can find Davis’s trace."

"What if we can’t find it in the end?" Lynch began to search the clothes of the two bodies for the second time, including their beds.

"Whether we can find the lost property or not, we will not conceal this accident from the church. But if we can find the lost property, we can recover our lost glory, and the church's punishment will be reduced accordingly. As a knight, the loss of the lost property is indeed my dereliction of duty, and I will accept the punishment I deserve."

"Then cooperate with each other. I will try my best to help you find the target. Helping you is also helping myself. Hey, I found it."

"What are you looking for?" Seeing that Lin Qi has been flipping around, Knight Rick has long wanted to ask.

"There is an inexplicable loophole in our reasoning. If we want the reasoning to be valid, we must find a reasonable explanation." Lynch said while tearing the clothes of the corpse, "They are both ordinary people with no abilities. Even if they are controlled, they will not suddenly become soul-forsaken."

"Yes."

"So even if they were on the ship, how could they use their abilities to steal things for the followers of the Flashers? This means that in addition to being controlled, they must have other means. I am looking for this proof."

As he said, Lynch pulled out a neatly folded piece of paper from the lining of one of the pants.

With a slight sneer, Lynch quickly unfolded the paper. Sure enough, the image of the ancient Flasher appeared on the paper again.

"This means that the card in the box should not be just a declaration or a mockery. It appears in the box because it must appear there, and it is the same here."

"Really..." Rick asked with admiration, "What effect does this thing have?"

"It is not certain yet. It would be better to have more information, otherwise it would be a random guess. However, this thing itself carries some clues, can... um?"

There was a sound of footsteps outside. Looking back, it turned out that Archbishop Trinlais came with a priest. An ordinary person came to such a place, which made the surrounding sailors guard him in the center in fear.

"What's wrong? Aren't you worried that the supplies will be lost?"

"The two victims died within ten minutes?" Trinlais asked back.

"Yeah."

"Then it depends on you." He patted the priest beside him, "The goddess controls part of the power of death. He is a knight who is proficient in the power of death. One of his abilities can sense the location of the murderer at the moment of death from a corpse that has not died for more than ten minutes."