Valkyrie Europa

Chapter 45 The Merciful

"Ah! It turned out to be you!" The three deacons opened their mouths wide and were speechless for a long time.

They were looking forward to it, hoping that the judge would come, but they never thought that the person in front of them would be sent here.

The legendary "merciful".

Had they known that the court would send him, the three deacons would never have reported to the Holy City court.

Because this person is too crazy.

Inquisitors have always been synonymous with madness, cruelty, and killing, and Clark the Merciful is one of the craziest, coldest, and most passionate about killing among the inquisitors, and he is also far more powerful than his colleagues. notorious.

Clark was originally the son of a slave of a foreign race. By chance, he was brought back to the holy city by an elder of the Holy See and handed over to Castel Sant'Angelo to take care of him and teach him martial arts.

In the process of practicing martial arts, he showed an astonishing talent, and his performance far surpassed all his contemporaries, and even alarmed a distinguished cardinal, who specially sent someone to invite him to enter St. The miraculous "Twelve Gospels".

But he gave up this extremely precious opportunity, and joined the notorious Trial House incomprehensibly when everyone was heartbroken.

After becoming a judge, he frantically accepted tasks, did tasks, and went on and on, without stopping for a moment.

The way he completes the task is known for being extremely simple, brutal, and brutal.

In order to hunt down a traitor to the Holy See, he chased into the extreme north of the continent of Europa, in the icy black forest, drank his blood, spent three full years, and brought out the traitor's body.

In order to hunt down a group of Skeleton Cultists, he slaughtered 16 villages and completely burned them down. He carried out strict clean-ups on the way the gang of Skeleton Cultists fled, and finally hunted and killed these Skeleton Cultists.

For a mission item, he even sneaked into Romania, the stronghold of the Vampire Church: Dracula's Castle.When he brought the things out, his body was covered with bruises, almost to the point of death.But he still dragged his tattered body and returned to the holy city before he passed out.And with the will of steel, miraculously survived.

His tenacious will, outstanding performance, one after another, one after another, and tangible achievements made him a senior judge and a legend in the new generation of the trial.

And such a "trivial matter" like the assassination of a bishop generally does not use such a legendary figure.Even a low-level, ordinary judge can solve this matter well.

The three deacons were full of thoughts and didn't know how to speak.

"Take me to look at the corpse first. By the way, explain what happened to me carefully." Clark spoke first, with a very serious tone, and there was no room for rejection.

"Oh, the thing is like this, that day happened to be the Holy Prayer Assembly, at that time" the elderly deacon began to talk patiently.

In the ice cellar under the church, Clark saw Bishop Martin's body.

The corpse was already swollen and deformed, and even gave off a faint stench, but Clark didn't care. He carefully looked at it over and over for a long time.

After observing, he paced back and forth in the ice cellar, thinking about something with his head down.

Finally, he found a piece of cloth, stretched out his hand and hung it on the corpse, without any contact, a steel needle protruded from the corpse and fell onto the piece of cloth.

His big black hands remained motionless, and the slender steel needles protruded out one after another. After a while, the cloth was covered with steel needles.

"Who are you?" The elderly deacon couldn't help asking.

"Oh, it's nothing, these steel needles will come in handy when I catch that assassin," Clark said lightly.

"Poof" is the sound of the steel needle being sucked out by the extreme internal strength, "ding" is the sound of the steel needle falling into the pile of needles.

Clark is very careful, has always been very careful, not a steel needle will be let go by him.

It took a long time before the work was declared over, and the cloth pocket was already filled with steel needles as thin as a cow's hair.

"Bury the Bishop well. Such a devout servant deserves a noble funeral, and I will preside over it myself," Clark ordered.

The tall and thin deacon waved his hand, and immediately two black-robed priests walked towards Bishop Martin's body, carefully dressed him, put on his clothes, and put him in the luxurious coffin that had been prepared.

After walking out of the ice cellar, Clark continued to ask: "Do you have any clues? For example, a suspect or a suspected target."

The three deacons looked at me and I looked at you. In the end, the tall and thin deacon said, "You know, Bishop Martin is a very devout believer. He rarely leaves the church, and he rarely has grudges with others. So , there are very few targets that can be doubted."

"Well, I know that the devout beliefs of the believers in Luntu City can be seen from the tribute to the holy city every year. This is inseparable from the efforts of Bishop Martin. You continue to talk." nodded.

"If there is any suspicion, I think it is most likely related to Bishop Martin's 'little hobby'." The tall and thin deacon continued.

"What's a 'little hobby'?" Clark asked.

"You come with me." The tall and thin deacon didn't answer, and went to the front to lead the way.

The cathedral is very big, and a group of people turned around and walked into a small building.

"This is where Bishop Martin usually likes to stay," the tall and thin deacon introduced.

Clark didn't speak, but motioned for him to continue.

The tall and thin deacon took out the key, opened a room in the house, and continued to explain: "This is Bishop Martin's little hobby."

In the small room was a little girl, wrapped in a blanket, huddled in a corner, looking at the group of people outside the door in horror.

The tall and thin deacon explained: "Bishop Martin has been reclusive on weekdays, but actually spends a lot of time in this secret small building. Almost every room in this small building has one or several little girls like this, and many of them The dead ones were quietly handled by Bishop Martin. This 'little obsession' started many years ago, and some of them gave birth to Bishop Martin's heirs."

"You mean, the assassin is related to these girls?" Clark pondered for a while, then continued: "Or the assassin is related to the families of these girls?"

"Uh, most of these girls are war orphans adopted by the church, but a few of them were brought back from somewhere unknown by Bishop Martin. I suspect that those who were brought back have this suspicion." The tall and thin deacon said of himself the opinion of.

"Oh, it's possible. Do you know which ones were brought back?" Clark asked.

"I don't know about this. The bishop never lets anyone interfere in this matter. After the incident, I also came to inquire, but most of these girls are foolish, so..." Tall and thin The deacon hesitated a bit.

"Okay, then find out all the girls here first." Clark ordered.

After a while, a group of more than a dozen girls were brought in front of Clark, and they were lined up in a row tremblingly. Some of them screamed in horror, some were numb, some cried endlessly, and they were in a mess.

"My lord, it's all over here, you can ask questions now." The tall and thin deacon reported.

"Who said I want to ask questions." As he spoke, Clark walked towards the girls.

He slowly raised one hand and pressed it down out of thin air.

In an instant, the crying, shouting, and begging of the girls stopped abruptly.

They fell to the ground one by one without a sound. Bright red blood flowed from their eyes, noses, mouths, and ears.

The room also fell silent in an instant, and everyone was stunned by the scene in front of them. They all opened their mouths wide, but couldn't say a word.

Only "The Merciful" Clark put one hand on his chest and made a sign of the cross with the other, praying softly: "May the Lord be merciful and give you rest."

(End of this chapter)