"He is a priest at the Philadelphia Community Church, where Harlem Parsons once served."
Juan raised an eyebrow upon hearing this: "That man's student? If so, it's not surprising he has high-quality holy artifacts."
"That may be so."
Hans's eyes revealed ferocity.
"Anyone who stops the 'Descent' must die."
Juan said calmly: "This ti I will arrange for Belial to assist you. You shouldn't have any complaints, right?"
Hans narrowed his eyes slightly, and after a mont, smiled: "With Mr. Belial here, I am even more reassured."
Juan nodded: "Let your people leave first when the ti cos; he will help you clean up the ss."
"Hehe, no need. They are just so fanatics; I can just win them over again afterwards," Hans said.
Juan had no objection to this.
He certainly knew that Hans did not truly revere the True Lord.
He had reeled the other party in earlier simply because he valued the position of Bishop behind him.
Just as Hans was rely pursuing spiritual "pleasure."
Juan recalled when the two first t; this heir of an ancient Church family actually planned to commit suicide because he couldn't find any fun.
And now Hans had contributed many souls to the True Lord.
Letting Belial step in this ti was also a suitable reminder for the other party not to forget his identity.
After all, this Bishop had indeed been sowhat perfunctory in the last two missions.
If Hans knew what Juan was thinking, he would definitely cry out in injustice.
He had gone straight for the kill against the Warren couple. True Lord above, who would have thought those two could survive even that!
"By the way, how is the progress of the venue arrangent?" Juan asked. "What did those guys from the Angels do?"
"I arranged for them to work as gardeners, but my people were kicked out during the arrangent."
Hans shook his head.
"I personally checked afterwards and found no residue of evil objects. Maybe that was just a smokescreen."
"As for the outer grounds, I did find so traces of runes."
As Hans spoke, he took out a piece of paper from his robe, on which several strange symbols were drawn.
Juan reached out to take it and frowned tightly.
"It seems to be related to so kind of magic array. I have to ask the True Lord for instructions. Don't approach that area before then."
Hans nodded.
"By the way, there is one more thing."
Juan spoke up.
"I have made an agreent with those guys from the Angels. They will make their move when the band finishes playing the First Movent."
"Oh, in such a hurry?"
Hans smiled.
"Those children are still waiting to perform for . What a pity, hehe."
He said it was a pity, but he didn't look pitiful at all.
"So you have to bring those children over earlier," Juan said.
"No problem. It just so happens that the big shots above are also waiting anxiously. I will take one of the girls away," Hans said.
"You decide these things yourself."
On the other side.
William arrived at St. Peter's Cathedral with Judy.
As a Diocese-level location, the control around St. Peter's was extrely strict.
Even clergy mbers had to enter and exit with specific identification.
And inside the cathedral, certain rules must be followed.
For example, so places were forbidden to approach; at specific tis, there would be certain rituals in the church that all priests must attend, otherwise, they would commit the cri of "Arrogance."
But these rules were never announced to the public.
Only priests who stuffed a "cloth bag" (bribe) for the inspectors at the entrance would receive "friendly" reminders.
William only learned these two pieces of information after being stopped at the entrance.
But when he took out that silver round token, the clergy mber imdiately squeezed out a smiling face.
Not only did he apologize to the two in public, but he even offered to be their guide.
It was the first ti William saw soone smile so uglily, but he had to admire the other party.
With such thick skin, no wonder he could get such a lucrative position.
This also made him sigh with emotion; even in such a world, the convenience of "power" still applied.
Back to the main topic.
William and Judy waited until the second day to see Joran.
This Holy See priest was also involved in the security work for this morial Day.
After reading Wynn's handbook, Joran was obviously surprised, and even cursed: "These Church vermin."
regarding William's inquiry, he only inford him of Hans's identity and said he would handle the matter.
Then he left again.
William shrugged. He had done his duty, but he would not place his hope on Joran alone.
If necessary, he would solve this hidden danger in his own way.
When leaving the church, the atmosphere of morial Day could already be seen on the streets.
Banners hung beside streetlights, printed with bald eagles, whose claws grasped olive branches symbolizing freedom and courage.
People walked onto the streets laughing. Occasionally, cultural promotion stalls were set up along the way, providing free drinks. So large parks even had theatrical performances. The entire Philadelphia was filled with a festive atmosphere.
But William frowned tightly.
Just now he tried to contact Lorraine, but the phone reported: "The other party is not in the signal range."
"Sothing happened as expected," William thought to himself.
He had this premonition when he was delayed at St. Peter's until the second day.
After all, this is a law in movies and TV shows.
William tried to contact the hospital again, but the result was the sa.
Finally, he dialed the police station.
After being told "Current police force is insufficient, we will send soone as soon as possible," William was thoroughly convinced of his guess.
He imdiately picked up Judy, dodged into an alley, and planned to use [Holy Step] to hurry back.
But at this ti, two uninvited guests arrived.
"Judy Warren, it should be her." A masked man in a black robe held a photo.
"What about the one next to her?" Another figure in black robes lowered his voice.
"Hey, who cares. This guy is dirty and ssy; maybe he's also a scumbag with that kind of fetish. Just kill him and be done with it." The first black-robed man winked at his companion as he spoke.
At this ti, the alley had only one exit, which happened to be blocked by the two black-robed n.
"I say... you two."
The corner of William's mouth twitched, and he put Judy down.
"First of all, judging people by appearance is a very bad behavior, although you seem to be thinking about this girl's safety."
"Secondly, this is an alleyway; I can hear your 'whispered plot'."
William specifically made air quotes with his hands on the word "plot."
"Finally, it is broad daylight now, yet you two are wearing black clothes and specially masked your faces."
He shook his head helplessly.
"Isn't this writing 'I am suspicious' on your foreheads?"
As soon as this remark ca out, the two n in black were stunned for a mont.
"Hey, why did you give this outfit when we ca out!"
"Haven't we always worn this!"
"Idiot, that was at night! The higher-ups specially issued Church clothes for morial Day!"
"Oh, I slled sothing weird on them last night so I washed them..."
The two continued to conspire in whispers.
William and Judy both covered their faces.
But through the conversation between the two, William also learned another thing—soone intends to plot sothing wrong on morial Day.
"It seems today is destined to be a restless day." He shook his head secretly.
On the other side.
The two black-robed n also discussed a result—the other party was stalling for ti.
"I didn't sense any Holy Power on this guy."
"Is that so? Then there is no need to use 'that thing'."
The two black-robed n took out daggers respectively and rushed towards William.
"Hey... I told you not to judge a book by its cover."
William rolled up his sleeves with a look of helplessness.
☆☆☆
-> 30 Advanced chapters Now Available on Patreon!!
-> spat-reon.co-m/c/Inkshaper
(Just remove the hyphen (-) to access patreon normally)
If you like this novel please consider leaving a review that's help the story a lot Thank you
Reviews
All reviews (0)