Pirates: I am an undercover agent in the Beasts Pirates

"Is this killer a swordsman?"

"It's not a question of whether he is a swordsman or not. He is really an indescribable and rare killer. It's a pity that it's foggy here at night, and no living person has ever seen his face clearly."

The old bartender's words didn't seem false, because Wayne clearly saw deep fear in his turbid eyes.

Only appear at night... use swords... the dead are covered with wounds...

Wayne seemed to have vaguely guessed the identity of this killer.

"Young man, stay here for one night, and go to the church when it gets light. Killers won't come out during the day." The old bartender advised again.

"Who do you think I am? No matter if he is a killer or a succubus, I am a pirate who kills without blinking an eye."

"Get out of the way!"

Wayne no longer paid attention to the old bartender's words. After saying something vicious, he pushed the old bartender in front of him and strode straight out of the tavern.

The old bartender sighed deeply as he watched Wayne leave.

"Alas, another person is going to die at the hands of the killer..."

As soon as he went out, the biting cold wind blew in his face, and the temperature dropped sharply.

The night was as silent as water, and the surroundings were terribly quiet.

"Clang!"

The sound of metal and iron rang out, and Wayne quickly drew out the saber at his waist and released his observation Haki to the extreme to be alert to possible attacks at any time.

Following the direction pointed out by the old bartender, Wayne walked along the wall.

Soon, a medieval-style tower came into view. It seemed that this was the "cathedral" mentioned by Captain Planck in the parchment scroll.

However, strangely, the door of the church was not closed like other buildings in the town, but was wide open, emitting a faint orange-yellow halo from inside.

"A church that is not afraid of the killer, does this killer also believe in religion?"

Wayne muttered with a strange expression, and then walked in.

After entering the church, Wayne looked around inside.

This place was not much different from the church where he remembered holding a Western-style wedding. First, there were rows of white chairs, and at the end were several large paintings of the gods believed in by the people of the Kingdom of Longmire.

Below the portrait, there was a square coffin with several bouquets of white flowers on it to commemorate the deceased.

At this time, an old man in a black monk's robe and holding a cane was standing in front of the coffin with a solemn look.

The old man had a gray beard, a slightly vicissitudes of life, and a pair of eyes that were particularly deep, looking a little majestic.

He seemed to be praying to the person in the coffin in an incomprehensible way.

"Father?" Wayne asked tentatively.

In the world of pirates, there are countless islands and countries. Each country has its own strange customs.

Wayne didn't know much about some religious cultures.

However, seeing the monk's robe on the old man and the thick book in his hand that looked like the Bible, Wayne couldn't help but think of the word "priest".

"St. Les Church welcomes you, foreigner, please take a seat."

The old man was not surprised at Wayne's arrival, and said calmly, even asking Wayne why he came.

"Aren't you afraid that I'm a murderer?" Wayne asked for some reason.

"You are not a murderer. The murderer's knife has the resentment of the dead, and the strong smell of blood cannot be wiped off." The old priest said lightly.

Wayne first glanced at the standard military knife in his hand, with doubt on his face, and whispered,

"But mine is made of stainless steel, and there is seastone on the tip of the knife. If there is blood, just wash it and it will be clean..."

The old priest: "..."

Are you deliberately looking for trouble, kid?

"What's the priest's name?"

"Vickers."

"You're alone in the church, and the door is open. Aren't you afraid?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"..."

The priest ignored Wayne.

The reason Wayne said so much was because when he saw the old priest, he inexplicably had a desire to talk to him.

This feeling was so strange that even Wayne himself didn't notice it.

Although he had received professional training in the navy, he had always been highly vigilant against strangers.

But now, this vigilance was constantly disappearing...

Seeing that the old priest didn't want to pay attention to him anymore, Wayne walked to the first row of seats and sat down.

But this old priest Vickers stood there, talking in a way Wayne couldn't understand, while looking straight at the door.

Wouldn't this old guy stand here all night?

Then how could he find Captain Planck's treasure?

Although he was a pirate now, he could completely blackmail the priest and turn this church upside down.It was all upside down.

But he was a navy after all, and he still had a conscience in his heart, and he didn't want to scare the old priest.

So he said, "Father, I want to be alone for a while, can you go out for a while?"

Vickers' face darkened, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he said in a deep voice,

"There is a killer outside..."

"Oh."

It seems that the only way to knock the old priest out is to knock him out.

As soon as Wayne's thought came to his mind, Vickers' eyes suddenly turned cold, and he glanced at Wayne, as if giving a silent warning.

"Huh?"

Noticing the old priest's cold eyes, Wayne was stunned.

This old guy... knows what I'm thinking?

But at this moment, a heavy footsteps suddenly came from outside the church door, which seemed particularly heavy and long in the silent night.

Along with it, there was a strong smell of blood that poured into the church with the night wind. Yes, it was the smell of blood, Wayne smelled it.

Killer!

At this time, who else could come here except the murderer?

"Hiss~ The one who comes here has bad intentions." Wayne said to the door.

"You are also a newcomer."

The old priest reminded expressionlessly.

"......"

Tap...Tap...

The footsteps reached the door.

Wayne subconsciously tightened the saber in his hand and looked at the increasingly clear black shadow at the door.

The next second.

A thin middle-aged man walked in.

The middle-aged man was wearing a black suit that didn't fit him well. The suit seemed a little too big and hung loosely on his thin body.

He had a common face, the kind that you couldn't recognize in a crowd, with unshaven beard, bloodshot eyes, and looked particularly haggard.

"Father..." the man spoke, his voice was very weak.

"Carlo, you're here."

The old priest seemed to know this man.

Strange...

Wayne, who was on high alert, frowned and observed the man named Carlo with doubts.

After the man came in, the smell of blood disappeared.

He was not a murderer? Was he delusional?

"Carlo, you are finally here. I thought you didn't care about Merlin's death."

Vickers spoke again, with some reproach in his tone.

"How could it be."

The sloppy man called Carlo smiled bitterly, "I love Merlin and am willing to do anything for her. No one in the world loves her more than me."

As he said, Carlo glanced at Wayne quickly, then retracted his gaze and walked to the front of the church.

After standing in front of the coffin, he looked up and looked inside, then choked up and said:

"Sorry, Meilin, I'm late. It's all my fault. I should have stopped you and shouldn't have let you go out at night."

Seeing this scene, Wayne probably understood that the man's wife should have been killed by the killer.

Wayne stood up and was about to comfort the man named Carlo.

But just as he walked to the coffin, he accidentally saw the woman with long blonde hair and a terrified face lying in the coffin.

She was probably in her twenties, very young.

There were dozens of hideous wounds on her body, all of which were caused by sharp blades. Obviously, the method was consistent with the rumored method of the killer.

However, when Wayne saw a wound on the woman's neck, his eyes were stern, and his sharp eyes instantly became alert and looked at Carlo.

And Vickers also spoke at this time:

"Mr. Carlo, I remember that your wedding with Miss Meilin was hosted here. It's a pity that Miss Meilin encountered such a thing at such a young age."

Carlo's body seemed to tremble violently because of excessive sadness, and he choked and said:

"Yes, it's all my fault. I hurt her..."

"Alas, that devil will be punished sooner or later, Mr. Carlo, don't be too sad."

Vickers' voice was still flat, as if he had seen too many such things.

But he suddenly changed the subject: "Although it's not appropriate to say these words now, are you willing to tell the story of you and Miss Meilin?"