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Chapter 367 Murder Mystery
At the dining table in Millie Tang's house, in addition to a few regular foodies like Xiaohu Ling'er who were already holding their knives and forks and waiting eagerly, there were two extra guests today. The little genius brother and sister were whispering to each other nervously.

"Roselis, do you think we should invite Saint Barlaan to stay in the Holy See for a while to help us understand the doctrine and pray..."

“Brother, what a brain you have… Although I am looking forward to Saint Barlaan standing on the top of Mount Lune, the Holy Seat, and bathing in the morning light to tell us the stories of the saints and saints who once preached together.

But saints are saints after all, the patron saints appointed by the Holy Virgin, and every time they travel around the world, they are the highest practitioners of the Holy Virgin's will.

How can we use secular etiquette to restrict each other's future plans? "

"Roselis has a point."

That day in the church, Bishop Bernard saw that the two of them looked so stupid and gave them some advice. Since you two have a good relationship with Saint Barabi, why don’t you invite Saint Barabi to the Holy See?

If Saint Barabi went, it would be the biggest event of the Holy See in nearly a hundred years, even the cardinal succession ceremony could not compare to it.

Bishop Bernard hoped that this would happen. If Saint Barlaam went, he would be proud of it, and it would definitely be an entry in the canonical history of the Holy See.

“In a certain month and year, Bernard, then Bishop of Mosessade, urged Saint Baraan to return to the Holy See to preach.”

But the brains of the genius brother and sister are indeed different from those of ordinary people. They always think about problems starting from the scriptures. All the twists and turns of your Holy See have nothing to do with me, so even though they brought two bags of fruit to eat, they never said anything.

They thought their voices were not loud, but Ling'er had extraordinary hearing ability, and every word they said fell into her ears.

She looked at the little genius siblings and then at her brother, and thought, you play with people like this... with abnormal brains every day, no wonder you're getting dumber and dumber.

"These are freshly-made buns with big fillings. Just cut them up and eat them."

Just at this moment, Liu Yonglu came over with the dishes. There were many people eating at home today, and it was a bit too much for one person to cook.

Just make some dough and make dumplings!
"Harverson, when are you two going back to the Holy See? You must be homesick after being out for so long."

Liu Yonglu took a small bite of the bun, blew some hot air on it and asked.

"Next week, we will take the ship back to the Holy See."

"I heard that the Holy See is built in the Seven Hills of Vitalia. Are you familiar with Vitalia... huhu...?"

At this time, Liu Yonglu had already discussed with Millie Tang that the whole family would go to the Holy See.

On the one hand, he could find some information about the Lost Sea, and on the other hand, Liu Yonglu also wanted to get a closer look... Who was the little girl in the white dress in Jacob's dream, and whether she was a good person.

This directly affected his future exploration plans for the Lost Sea.

"Very familiar. After all, to become an inquisitor one must preach in Veldalia for three years, so my brother and I have traveled to almost every corner of the kingdom."

Haverson was not as casual as Liu Yonglu. When he heard Saint Baran's questions, he sat up straight and answered honestly.

"Okay, let's go with you two in a few days. I'm also planning to go to the Holy See. I'm unfamiliar with the place, and I just happen to be in need of two tour guides."

Liu Yonglu peeled some garlic for himself, and when he looked up he noticed that Haversian looked... not quite right.

I saw the little genius brother, holding a knife and fork in his hands, his face flushed red, his eyes not blinking, and his nose making a grunting sound.

Wow! You're trying to hit me. What's wrong with me? Why have I turned into a calf?

"Roselis, the saint's compassion shines upon the earth, the saint's compassion shines upon the earth..."

The little genius brother and sister closed their eyes, clenched their fists and prayed towards the plates of buns on the table, "We did it, Holy See, we have invited Saint Barlax back to the Holy See after a thousand years!"

……

A few days later, in the church of Amalfi, a port city in Victoria.

Presiding Judge Bill held a candlestick and pushed open the door of the church's apse with a stern face. It was almost midnight and he had traveled day and night from the Holy See in a carriage.

"Sir Bill, after the discovery in the morning, I... I asked the priests to seal the front and back doors, as well as a few windows, to ensure that no one... anyone entered during this period."

The short, fat, bald clergyman explained nervously. Even with the three inquisitors from the Holy See beside him, he was still trembling and took small steps, not daring to enter the door.

"Who was the first witness?"

Bill sniffed hard. The body had been there for nearly a day, and Victoria was warm. The smell in the back hall was almost nauseating.

"Bondonna, a poor boy of seventeen, was...he was pushing open the door to bring breakfast to the Bishop as usual, and then we all heard him scream.

He is still lying in bed with a high fever. Saint, please have mercy on me. He must be terrified. I can fully imagine how surprised and horrified he must be after witnessing all this."

"Okay, I see. I'll ask him tomorrow."

Bill took his cane from the judge behind him. He could vaguely see the "painting" on the ground in the distance with the faint candlelight.

It was a three-dimensional painting, located in the center of the back hall, with a large area, more than six feet long and wide. The fat, bald clergyman was unwilling to move forward when he reached this point, but he was afraid that the three judges would leave him alone in the dark, so he could only cover his eyes with his right hand and follow carefully through the vision between his fingers.

Walking up to the "painting", Bill first poked the characters in the painting with his cane.

Yes, he had seen clearly that the painting on the ground was made up of human corpses and the organs and trunks of several animals!
Overall, this is a colorful religious painting that depicts an allegorical story left by the saint during her sermon.

The cruel king was bewitched by the evil god. He sacrificed his people in order to gain eternal life and inexhaustible power. In the gospel of the saint, the evil god hidden in his body was in agony.

They tore the king's body into pieces in an attempt to escape the merciful light cast down by the saint, but the greedy king was unwilling to let go of those treacherous evil gods, and the two sides engaged in a desperate struggle.

The painting on the ground is this fable.

The main paint was from the church's bishop, Giorgione.

Bill noticed that the cut edges of both human and animal fragments were very rough, not like they were made with a sharp knife or something like that, but more like the result of being torn apart by wild beasts.

However, the perspective and color of the painting show extremely high aesthetic attainments. It is by no means an impromptu work of ordinary people, but more like the rigorous style of court painters.

Primitive and civilized, cruel and refined, the extreme contrast gives the cruel paintings on the ground a certain seductive appeal.

"Mr. Bill, you have seen it, right? This is why I notified the Holy See Inquisition. It is too terrible... too unusual. There must be an evil god involved... Otherwise, with human power alone..."

"Shh..."

Bill, who didn't like having other people's opinions of him influenced his work, leaned over and used the end of his cane to lift a strip of fabric from the edge of the painting.

The cloth had been stained blood red, but silver threads could be vaguely seen mixed in it.

The robes that bishops usually wear have strict material and style requirements. Is it that Jone was ingenious or was the cloth torn from someone else...

"Mr. Bill, it was... it was Botticelli. We found his letter opener at the door when we came in this morning. Sewing silver thread into the robe is also a trend that has emerged among these young clergymen in recent years."

As he spoke, the bald clergyman handed Bill an exquisite letter opener.

Bill looked at it and kicked it into his pocket without commenting.

"And Botticelli?"

"Missing... Missing... Everyone was gathered in the chapel in the morning, except him. When we entered his room, we found... found that even his bag was missing."

……

At the same time, in a house in the Amalfi slums, a pale young man was wiping his body over and over again with a damp dark brown rag.

Under the firelight of the fireplace, his brown pupils were still trembling slightly. Suddenly, the door was opened and a short-haired young man in his twenties walked in, scaring him.

"Lorenzo, have you found out any news?" the pale young man who was wiping his body asked anxiously.

"Botticelli, the Inquisitor is here. After you have something to eat, we will go back to the church. You can tell the Inquisitor exactly what you saw, and they will clear your name."

"Lorenzo, don't be silly, don't be silly, you don't understand what the Inquisition is."

The pale young man named Botticelli trembled constantly. He had been wiping for a long time, but he could still smell the blood on his body:
"Besides, I was at the scene, and when I regained consciousness my hands were covered in blood..."

As if recalling that horrible scene again, Botticelli instantly lost his strength and fell to the ground:
"I was terrified and at a loss what to do. I didn't kill Bishop Jone, it wasn't me, but if I go back now, it's all over, understand?

I am not afraid of death, but I am afraid of the people of the Inquisition. I am even more afraid that this matter will end here, and the evil demon who killed Bishop Jone will be at large. That will be the end of everything, you understand!"

Botticelli in the house suddenly screamed hysterically, as if he was frightened out of his wits.

"Shh...shh..."

The young man named Lorenzo quickly covered his companion's mouth. If the neighbors heard anything and reported it to the church, not only Botticelli but also himself would be thrown into the dark cell of the Inquisition.

"So what are you going to do, Botticelli? Are we going to hide in our room and shiver every day until the tax collector or someone else knocks on our door and the truth is finally revealed?

Or maybe you want to single-handedly catch the real murderer who killed Father Jone, no matter if he is human or demon. "

His friend's words seemed to break Botticelli's last defense. He moved his cracked lips frantically and prayed to the statue of the saint hanging in the house.

"Yes, yes, I still have a chance.

Yesterday I heard from Bishop Jone that Saint Barabilia is coming soon and will visit the Holy See. Only Saint Barabilia can represent the compassionate will of the saint and possess the endless wisdom given by the Lord.

He can help me, he can definitely prove that I am... innocent!"

(End of this chapter)