Night Raven Master

Chapter 544 Plague Bishop
The only strange thing is that the person who was killed had various wounds on his body, which looked like wounds eaten by many small creatures.

It's a pity that although these idiots don't recognize that this kind of thing is the high-value source quality black iron, they can know that these things can strengthen their bodies.

What should I do, how can I get these things?

correct!Have!
……

Late at night the next day.

The northern part of the Gowers Territory, the edge of the Kiel Territory, the small town of Heights.

Dumaser was a little dazed.

It was gloomy and dark in front of my eyes, and I felt that the whole world was muddled.

"Squeaky-"

At this moment, he was suddenly shocked, because, in front of his eyes, in his field of vision, a man wearing a black knee-length windbreaker suddenly appeared.

"Thieves!!!"

Dumasek woke up instantly and recovered from the beautiful carnal dream.

Pfft!Pfft!Pfft!
Dumaser's heart was beating violently, shrunk into a ball, and swelled up suddenly, even causing his body to tremble slightly.

For a moment, he almost forgot what he was going to do and what he should do. Dumaser didn't really wake up until countless dense black shadows appeared around the infiltrator.

The chattering rattling surrounded the man in the black windbreaker that completely covered his face.

"Did someone come here yesterday and sell you something?"

The man's gray eyes did not have any waves, just like a pool of stagnant water, and his words did not fluctuate at all, as if he was telling a trivial matter.

However, at this point in time, someone sneaked into your room, stood in front of you, stared at you, and asked you questions. Would you treat him as a harmless passerby?

Anyway, Dumaser will not.

But he didn't intend to hide anything either.

Being able to break into his residence directly proved that the other party was absolutely capable of killing him, and he was asking about something under pressure, so it was obvious that there was something serious about it.

He, the small shop owner who occasionally helps sell stolen goods, knows what to mess with and what not to mess with, and he will never resist if he shouldn't resist:
"Two teams came to my road yesterday. The first team came in the morning and sold me some old daggers and some gems. It felt like a mercenary team that killed thieves. The second team was five people. They brought a lot of things, including jewelry and leather materials from some black iron-level monsters, which is a large amount."

Dumaser told all the information, and also pointed out that the stolen goods were stored in a hidden compartment under the counter, full of sincerity.

Hearing this sentence, the man in the black windbreaker also nodded, as if to express his approval for his cooperation.

Just when Dumasser felt relieved and planned to wait until dawn and run away with some belongings, he suddenly heard a sentence:
"It stands to reason that if you cooperate so well, I should let you go, but you are so good that it worries me."

Just when Dumaser heard this sentence and couldn't understand it, so the new student was uneasy, he suddenly felt a pain in his arm.

Turning his head, he saw a gray fur mouse the size of a wild cat was hanging on his arm, with a blood red light in its eyes.

"Monster!?"

Dumaser couldn't help being horrified, he swung his right hand and tried to shake off the giant rat, while opening his mouth to call for help.

But before the voice could be heard, he felt a pain in his neck, and another giant rat came up, and at the same time, he felt a slightly hard fluffy touch from his mouth.

A giant rat got into his mouth and blocked his mouth.

"Woooooo-"

Dumaser's eyes were wide open, and he struggled in pain. He looked at the speechless man in black angrily and in horror, begging for mercy, but the other party did not take any action or respond.

Giant rats crawled out of the surroundings, climbed onto his body, and devoured his flesh and blood.

Dumaser's body that lost strength fell backwards, and blood flowed out.

Ten seconds later, the rats dispersed, but Dumaser's body remained intact.

However, in contrast, his pupils turned bright red.

Moreover, the fear, anger, and pleading that originally escaped from the face completely disappeared, leaving only obedient respect.

"Owner--"

"I am not your master, I am the Plague Bishop of the Scarlet Order—Crow Brad."

"The Scarlet Order?"

The newborn Crimson servant, Dumasser, had not heard of the order.

In the next moment, he heard the man in black recite prayers firmly and piously:
"O Son of Blood, our Father in heaven.

O Scarlet Daughter, mother of our night.

Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name in hearts.

Our mother in the dark night, may everyone read your name Cheng in their dreams.

May your night kingdom come, may your will be done on earth as it is in heaven..."

The Scarlet Cult regards the Scarlet Daughter as a god, and the life of all things is given by the Scarlet Daughter...

Dumaser's eyes kept showing shock and fluctuations, and he had a splitting headache. The knowledge that was forcibly instilled into his mind conflicted with his existing concepts.

However, in the end, it turned into calm.

That's right.

The Scarlet Daughter is the mother of all things, and the Blood Hell Son is the Scarlet Daughter's first child and the Scarlet Daughter's consort.

The Son of Blood Hell is also the Father of All.

Son and Father two in one!
"call--"

Dumaser exhaled, the scarlet in his eyes gradually faded, turned into calm, and turned into the original color.

Looking at Dumaser, the man in the black windbreaker, or Arthur, asked him a few questions.

"Sir Bishop!"

Dumaser, who had been brainwashed by Ashun and turned into a devout member of the Scarlet Order, picked up the key, walked to the inner door cautiously and quickly with bare feet, opened the warehouse door, and took out all the monster materials inside:
"This is the recovery thing I collected."

In his cognition, these monster materials and the like have become things he deliberately accumulated and collected.

"Ah."

Ashun nodded, and after confirming that the effect of the first cognition-modifying experimental subject was okay, he opened the door and walked out without a sound, surrounded by rats.

Now I have to continue to find the source quality black iron that those miners have touched.

……

On the other side, the residence of the Marquis of the Andes

Seeing Andes, who was wearing a gorgeous red windbreaker with deep eyes, standing in front of him, Fok Sewall closed the door with his backhand, respectfully followed Andes to the room at the end of the corridor, and stood in the faint candlelight.

"I wasted some time, but I still haven't found any more clues from his body."

The Marquis of Andes turned his head to look at the crescent moon outside the window, and said calmly. "

"More...Does the mentor know some of his background?" Foxywall relaxed a lot and asked tentatively.

The Marquis of Andes nodded slightly and said:

"An ancient organization called the source of life. They were established in the period before the rise of the Holy See on the earth, and their creation was related to some fallen nobles at that time."

(End of this chapter)