The bone of sin domain is king

Chapter 88 No.20 Act Four. Torture
When White returned home, the three bright moons had become somewhat dim.

The surrounding mansions are still brightly lit. This wealthy area is home to most of Byron Weiss's powerful merchants, most of whom have good relations with White. As a kind businessman, White is trusted by everyone. He was once elected as a representative of the industry union.

But no one knew that it was such a seemingly stable and reliable person who was conducting extremely ugly transactions behind his back.

"Uncle White, you are back."

As soon as he entered the door, he was greeted by Joshua.

The young man has adapted to the life of Byron Weiss. As a devout believer, Joshua often goes to the Holy Church of Byron Weiss to learn the knowledge of the holy scriptures with the monks. holy meaning.

"Joshua, haven't you rested yet?"

White asked with a smile on his face. He rubbed Joshua's somewhat messy hair, and then looked into the hall.

"Where's Sophia?"

"She just fell asleep."

Joshua said, leading White into the side hall.

The flames burning on the charcoal are flourishing, and the fireplace dissipates the winter chill, making the entire side hall very warm and inviting people to sleep.

A girl was sleeping soundly in a chair, wrapped in a blanket.

Her nostrils twitched slightly and she breathed softly. Her peaceful sleeping face was endearing. She curled up on the armchair like a hamster, looking quite cute.

"Are you still used to it these two days?"

White sat on the sofa and motioned for Joshua to sit down as well.

"It's not bad, uncle. The priests in the church are quite friendly. I feel that my understanding of the holy scriptures has improved a step further."

"Well, that's true, but if you have time, you should also learn more about business."

Nodding his head, White tactfully asked Joshua to stop having unrealistic ideals.

Joshua previously studied for a period of time at Reggios' school in the temple. Since then, becoming a priest serving the goddess has become the ideal of the son of a merchant, although Joshua knows that this ideal is definitely not It might happen, but I still have some hope.

"I understand, Uncle."

Joshua naturally understood what White meant, and he was quite sensible to begin with.

"I just want to find a balance between inheriting the family business and serving the goddess."

"The sanctuary may not be as perfect as you think."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, White realized his slip of the tongue. If other people were present, his remarks would be tantamount to heresy, and they could be handed over to the night watchmen for processing.

Seeing a suspicious expression on Joshua's face, White immediately changed his words.

"What I mean is that the practice in the temple is very difficult, and it can't be completed by just reading the scriptures. You are just experiencing that kind of life now, which is not what you imagined at all."

"I understand, Uncle."

Joshua finally dispelled his doubts and said thoughtfully.

"Okay, it's getting late, you should go to bed early."

White waved his hand and motioned for the maid to come in and pick up Sophia.

"Take your sister to bed. Tomorrow is Sunday, and we have to go to the church in the morning."

"I see, Uncle White, don't be too tired, then, good night."

Only then did Joshua stand up, and walked out of the side hall with the maid, leaving White alone half lying on the sofa, looking at the burning flames in the fireplace and meditating.

After a long time, he slowly stood up, ready to go back to the room to rest, but the moment he stood up, he felt a tremor.

It was like an electric current sweeping through his body. White was immediately unable to move or even call out.

Locked by the powerful aura, White, who was powerless, was naturally unable to resist.

Even though it was cold winter, he couldn't stop sweating. White couldn't turn around, so he couldn't see who was behind him.

"My purpose is simple."

The other party spoke, his voice was low and hoarse, and White felt a little familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was.

"I ask questions and you answer, all you need to do is nod or shake your head. Do you understand?"

For a moment, White felt his neck relax. He did not dare to look back, but nodded silently.

"Is all the holy water made by the church itself?"

nod.

"The idea of ​​selling holy water was proposed by the Durant family?"

Shaking his head.

"Is that Bishop Edgar?"

nod.

"About the plague spreading in the city, do you know how it broke out?"

Shaking his head.

The other party was silent, and White felt a pain in his back, and even the passage of time became extremely slow, and it took a long time before the other party continued to speak.

"Don't worry, I have no interest in your business, but if you dare to tell others."

The other party's threat made White's heart sink. Since he has such an ability to appear and disappear, it is too easy to take his head, let alone the other party has found his own home, and the rest of Izarion's family is in the other party within the scope of retaliation.

"Let me tell you one last piece of information. How effective is this bottle of so-called holy water? I wonder if you have confirmed it?"

What do you mean?
White didn't think about what the other party said at all. He thought that selling holy water was just a way for the church and Durant's family to make money, but based on these remarks, there seemed to be other tricks in it?

Before White could think carefully, he only felt his body relax, and all the suppression disappeared. He turned his head slowly, and there was no sign of anyone else in the side hall. Everything before was like a dream.

Only his sweat-soaked clothes reminded White that it was not a hallucination.

"The Effect of Holy Water"

White thought of something bad, and immediately stepped forward with his weak legs, and called someone to call the alchemist in his shop. This alchemist had studied alchemy for a while, but he was still too far away from becoming a mage. So he stayed at Izarion's house as an alchemist.

He took out a bottle of holy water and asked the alchemist to carefully identify it, but since it would take a certain amount of time to dissociate the components, it was impossible to produce results tonight.

However, preliminary analysis results show that although the contents of this bottle of holy water have a certain inhibitory effect on plague and other diseases, more directly, it stimulates the inner potential of the human body. If it is taken for a long time, it will be of great help to improve the strength.

Before he knew it, the sky was already bright, the east was showing a reddish morning glow, and the three bright moons had long since disappeared. White wiped his sweat, and then remembered that today was Sunday.

They have to go to the church to worship, and White himself needs to communicate with Bishop Edgar about the next plan. After all, when the plague has been suppressed on a large scale, the demand for holy water is actually not much, and they have to decide whether to accept it. Hands, or use some other means to make the plague "out of control" a little bit.

"Tell me when I come back, don't talk about it with anyone."

White ordered the alchemist, then washed his body, put on another piece of clean and comfortable clothes, and knocked on the door of Joshua and Sophia's room.

(End of this chapter)