Valkyrie Europa

Chapter 38

In the church, behind the statue of the Valkyrie, there is a private prayer room.

A tall and thin deacon elder was standing in the prayer room. He was Bishop Martin's right-hand man. When Bishop Martin was away, he was usually in charge of various affairs of the church.

Now, he stood there with a serious face and a gloomy face, ready to question all parties involved in the incident.

The first person to be questioned was a middle-aged believer.

"Are you the one who was standing next to that villain all the time?" The tall and thin deacon spoke slowly, his tone indescribably gloomy.

"Yes, that villain has been standing by my side all the time. We stood in the aisle, listening to the hadith of the bishop, but we didn't think...he, the sinner, did such... such a damned thing." believer His voice was trembling, and he was so choked up that he couldn't continue speaking.

"Then do you know him, or have you met him before?" the tall and thin deacon asked patiently.

"I don't know him! I really don't know him! I have never seen him before, I promise, I have never seen him. I am a businessman and have a very good memory. As long as I have met people, I will definitely remember them. This person I've never seen it before." The believer swore.

"You said you have a good memory, so do you still remember his appearance?" The tall and thin deacon asked again.

"I remember, I remember. I can recognize him even when he turned into ashes. He is not tall, with black hair, yellowish skin, and looks a little fat." The believer seemed very excited and wanted to continue, but was caught The tall and thin deacon interrupted.

The tall and thin deacon clapped his hands, and an elderly pastor came over, holding a drawing board and a paintbrush, and said to him, "This is the painter of the church, and all the murals in the church are painted by him, please carefully look at his appearance." Tell him, and he'll paint that villain's picture."

"...the eyebrows should be thicker. Yes, his lips are a bit thicker." As time passed, a portrait of the character was completed.

"Are you sure it looks like this? Did you remember anything wrong?"

"I'm sure! This is the man! This is the man! He is the one who assassinated the respected Bishop Martin! You must catch him!" The believer looked at the lifelike portraits and promised again and again.

"Okay, don't worry, our Holy See will definitely not let him go, you go down and rest first."

Next came up a young priest.

"You arranged for that sinner to enter the church?" The deacon's voice was very severe.

"Yes, he said that he is a newly promoted believer, and he wants to listen to the hadith soon. I saw that he had a rich offering, so I arranged for him to enter the church." The little priest seemed trembling.

"Do you remember what he looked like?"

"I, I. There were too many people. I." The little priest couldn't speak clearly.

"Then look, is it this person?" The deacon took out the portrait.

"Ah, yes! It's this person! It's this person, I'm sure!" The little priest quickly confirmed.

"Okay, you can go down. From now on, you will be in charge of the cemetery." The deacon waved his hand.

As for how long to guard the cemetery, whether it is a few months, a few years, or a lifetime, the gloomy deacon did not specify.

Next came four black-robed priests.

"At that time, how many of you were guarding the south side?" the black-robed deacon asked.

"Yes, we have been maintaining order in the south." An older priest replied.

"Then why didn't anyone see someone escaping from the window?" the black-robed deacon asked again.

"We kept looking in the direction of the church, especially when the window was broken. There was a lawn around the window and there were not many believers. We made sure that we could see clearly and no one came out of the window. We can swear to Valkyrie!" the elder priest confirmed.

"Are you sure that the sinner didn't mix in with the surrounding believers, he may be very fast, it may only take a blink of an eye." The black-robed deacon followed his advice carefully.

"We are sure that the four of us, as well as the believers around us, were staring at those windows at that time. When the windows were broken, no one came out of the windows." The elder pastor confirmed again.

"Okay, I see, you go down first." The black-robed deacon waved them away.

He frowned, stroked the well-groomed beard on his chin, and thought carefully:
"Breaking the window should be just a cover-up, the sinner didn't leave the hall at all!"

"He first used curtains to block his sight, then broke the windows to divert attention, and then used unknown methods to re-mingle with believers!"

"Then he took advantage of the chaos at the time and escaped calmly!"

"This must be a very shrewd and experienced assassin!"

"It is definitely not a small organization that can train such assassins. I don't know if it is Damocles, the old man in the mountain, or those remnants who have gone to hell."

"But why did they assassinate Bishop Martin? Bishop Martin has always lived reclusively. Apart from being greedy for money and some innocuous 'little hobbies', he shouldn't offend any big shots. It's not easy to hire such an assassin."

"There must be something inside that I don't know."

Just as he was thinking, a middle-aged deacon in a black robe with a white edge walked into the prayer room.

"The four city gates were immediately blocked by people. According to our investigation, no one in the streets or alleys has seen anyone who escaped with light work. Therefore, that villain, that sinner, must still be in the city. !” said the middle-aged deacon firmly.

"Then what are you going to do?" the tall and thin deacon asked.

"I want to hear about your situation first." The middle-aged deacon didn't seem in a hurry.

"Okay." The tall and thin deacon told him his analysis.

"Well, since we have portraits, let's mobilize the city's nobles and city defense forces to carry out a city-wide raid!" The middle-aged deacon was decisive.

"That assassin's martial arts may be very high!" The elderly deacon also walked in. "This is the first time I have seen such a powerful hidden weapon."

"Strong martial arts? How strong can it be? I have more than [-] believers in the city, plus the city defense army. How much can he kill alone? Even if he has excellent martial arts and kills us all, the Holy City will not ignore it and let him , will make the organization behind him pay a huge price! We, Christian Valkyrie, are not afraid of anyone! Any sect! Any organization!" The middle-aged deacon declared loudly, without any fear or fear in his words.

"Okay! We are not afraid of being an enemy of anyone. We will make him pay a heavy price for anyone who is an enemy of us! I will go and search with you." The tall and thin deacon expressed his attitude.

"If you really want to go, I have no objection. My old bones can sit in the church." The old deacon also expressed his opinion.

"Okay, then I'll organize the manpower first." The middle-aged pastor just wanted to catch the heinous assassin quickly, and he couldn't wait to walk out of the prayer room.

(End of this chapter)