When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

The honey-colored river flood submerged the houses and farmlands on both banks.

In the hazy mist, the skeletal remains of houses and trees jutting out of the water resembled black reefs, causing considerable trouble for the rowing boatmen.

In the hall of the Leather Merchants' Guild, a white marble angel in a niche held a piece of purple silk cloth.

In the whistling, dispersing wind, the silk cloth constantly changed shape, sometimes like a rose, sometimes like a sharp thorn.

In the misty flood, the sound of wind chimes mingled with the song of thrushes, transforming into a mixture of fresh and foul smells that assaulted Jiluo's nose.

The world before him was only in shades of black, white, and gray; even the most vibrant red rooftops appeared dull and dusty.

The water level had receded significantly compared to before, now reaching about neck height.

Despite the water not being deep, the profound black waves and floating gray mist made Jiluo feel like the poet Zheng Ting from the famous "Inferno," slowly advancing in a bottomless, lightless abyss.

Looking up, the sky was grayish-white; looking down, there was only a black abyss, making it impossible to distinguish up from down.

A dilapidated, solitary boat was moving through this flooded valley.

"Row faster!" a black-robed monk with iron teeth inlaid in his mouth commanded the soldiers and boatmen imperiously.

This shout interrupted Jiluo's thoughts, and looking at the iron-toothed monk, he couldn't help but sigh.

The poet Zheng Ting had the sincere protection of his animal friends, but he really didn't trust the group of people around him.

On the small boat where Jiluo was, there were a total of four armored soldiers, two night watchmen, a boatman, and Jiluo, along with the iron-toothed monk commanding the soldiers.

This was their team to investigate the secret society and the witch.

Jiluo didn't quite understand why they were making such a fuss over the death of a country knight.

Could it be that the knight named Barnett was a relative or illegitimate child of Duerdafu?

"Just past that mountain depression is Holy Grail Mountain," the iron-toothed monk said with excitement. "If we can catch that witch this time, the canon priests will definitely elect me as the next sacristan priest."

The goal of our operation is to investigate and see how Barnett died, and also catch the witch.

Have you ever seen a witch? You're already talking about fighting her; do you even know what a 'black hand' is?

If the witch attacks, Jiluo will be the first to run.

Back then, Jiluo's demon hunter castle was suddenly destroyed by the witches of Black Serpent Bay overnight.

Without even seeing the enemy, the solid castle collapsed instantly.

Countless apprentices and formal demon hunters were crushed and buried; the scar on Jiluo's face came from that time.

Casting a contemptuous gaze at the iron-toothed monk's bald head, Jiluo's assessment of him was: someone who's watched too many demon hunter stories.

Jiluo wasn't a proper demon hunter, but he had at least been involved in the demon hunter industry.

With this configuration, it would be difficult to fight even an old wizard, let alone a witch.

Proper witch hunts involve mobilizing several earls and grand dukes, hundreds of knights, and armored soldiers in units of fifty.

Exterminating a witch requires a small army of thousands; do you really think that a knight, monk, demon hunter, and iron triangle like in "Ice Fire Witch Hunter Harry" can take down a witch?

Don't be ridiculous!

"Our goal is to investigate the cause of Lord Barnett's death," Jiluo reminded him. "A witch is not something we few can contend with for the time being."

Besides, I'm not a formal demon hunter, Jiluo added in his heart. I haven't even drunk the demon potion yet.

"Isn't there you? With this overwhelming flood, can the witch even fly? It's okay, it's okay." Waving his hands up and down, the iron-toothed monk grinned, revealing his two sharp iron teeth. "Besides, I also have a holy capture net ball and a holy water hand grenade; if we can't beat her, we can still run away, right?"

Hearing that there was a holy capture net ball, Jiluo felt a little more at ease.

He looked stern, but in his heart, he was still muttering, who knows what bizarre abilities a witch might have?

Anyway, Jiluo had already made up his mind to take a look at the villagers of Red Mill Village from afar after landing.

Then, he would go back and report that there was an invisible, unknown force warning him, that Red Mill Village held great terror and could not be approached.

Jiluo couldn't stay in this place anyway; if he stayed any longer, his identity would really be exposed.

Once the flood receded, he would quickly run away to Nuoen to hide for a couple of days before coming out of the mountains.

"Priest sir, demon hunter sir, where are you going?"

While he was thinking, a sudden voice almost scared Jiluo into jumping off the boat.

He turned his head to look and saw a raft.

The raft was right next to their small boat; the mist was so thick that they hadn't even noticed it.

"Who are you?" Jiluo was tall and had a face as if carved by a knife, coupled with two scars on his right eye, which immediately made the villager bow.

"Sir, I am a villager from Red Mill Village, out here to fish."

"Perfect." The iron-toothed monk immediately jumped out. "We are going to Red Mill Village; you, lead the way."

"Red Mill Village is already flooded; our camp is on Holy Grail Mountain."

"Then go to Holy Grail Mountain."

"Priest, this way." The villager immediately turned around, pushing the oar forward.

Jiluo was in a state of panic; these soldiers were all watching, and he couldn't possibly say no, so he could only nod slightly.

Gulaig Monastery was not far from Holy Grail Mountain; led by the villager, they quickly arrived at Holy Grail Mountain.

Tying the small boat to a tree, the group waded through the mountain path, arriving at the mountainside of Holy Grail Mountain.

"Hey, you guys, the lord of Red Mill Village is a knight named Barnett? Right?"

"Hey, don't mention it, demon hunter sir!" The villager kept waving his hands. "It's bad luck to even talk about it. We only found out a few days ago that Barnett was actually a devil! Do you know what he did? He actually raised demons in the Black Pine Forest! A real dog devil!"

Raising demons?

Jiluo's brain was about to burn up. Considering Duerdafu's unusual concern for Barnett, he had an ominous premonition in his heart.

"This matter, thanks to Holy Grandson sir and Holy Maiden Your Excellency; if it weren't for them, we wouldn't have known that Barnett was a devil." The villager leading the way was still talking to himself. "That day, Holy Grandson sir was clearly dead, his head was even chopped off, but he was revived by Our Lord Messira. The Holy Maiden was even blessed, first with Messira sending her dreams, and later even bestowing upon her the divine art of wielding lightning..."

Crap!

Jiluo almost jumped up on the spot. A flesh-shaped humanoid demon plus a power-shaping witch, almost the most troublesome combination.

"Where is your Holy Maiden?" With an unchanged expression, Jiluo asked casually.

The boatman casually replied, "She went to the Black Pine Forest to gather potato roots. If you want to see her, you won't be able to for a while."

Fortunately, it hasn't reached the point of no return.

Immediately making a decision, Jiluo immediately turned to the iron-toothed monk and said in a low voice, "They are two extremely powerful demons; we can't easily defeat them with just these few people. Barnett fell into their hands; we have to go back quickly."

"Don't rush, let's take another look. Maybe these ignorant people have just believed in some secret society or wild boar." The iron-toothed monk was obviously unwilling.

He and Duerdafu came from the same choir; Duerdafu was already about to become a bishop, but he was still just a deacon priest.

He heard that Duerdafu was going to be promoted, but no successor had been chosen.

In order to take over Duerdafu's position, he borrowed a large sum of high-interest loans from those El bankers, arranged everything else, and only lacked a merit.

He had to seize this opportunity.

Seeing the iron-toothed monk hesitating, Jiluo's eyes were so anxious that bloodshot appeared: "This is a witch; neither of us can handle it, and neither can Duerdafu. We must report to the high fort archbishop."

"At least, at least catch a mid-level cultist. Anyway, the witch is not here now. If we run back without any witnesses, we will get nothing." The monk insisted, gritting his teeth. Moreover, this may also involve Duerdafu's scandal.

He didn't want to expose this matter; he just wanted to prove to the high-ranking bishops that Duerdafu couldn't handle their affairs. Look, he had caught him by the handle.

Thinking of this, the iron-toothed monk's eyes flashed with ardent and hopeful light.

Letting out a heavy breath from his nose, Jiluo knew that the soldiers were all listening to the iron-toothed monk, so he could only grit his teeth and ask, "Who are we catching?"

"Catch the one in front of us." The iron-toothed monk stretched out his short, thick finger, pointing not far away.

There stood a young man wearing a blue and black brocade short robe with a short cloak around his neck.

Looking at this outfit, you could tell he wasn't an ordinary commoner, but seeing his attitude, his status probably wasn't too high either.

Plus, the boatman was jogging towards him, so he was probably some kind of small leader.

"Okay, but once we catch him, we retreat immediately!"

"Good."

"Do it!"