Mystery: Mr. Witch and Ms. Hunter

Chapter 87 Assassination (Part )
That night.

Bishop Roger Matafari paced back and forth in the Storm Church in a somewhat distracted manner. During the daytime sermon, he felt a pain in his head as if something was breaking, which almost made him lose his composure in front of ordinary people. He knew that it was the symptom of the backup plan he had prepared earlier being triggered.

Fortunately, the identity of the bishop of the Church of the Storm also provided him with a good cover. The Rand family was one of the places he had chosen to stay. They believed in the Goddess of Night, and even if something happened, they would report it to the Nighthawks. However, after the war, the relationship between the Nighthawks and the Punishers became delicate.

The cub he chose to leave behind had the extraordinary ability to devour souls, which could quickly shatter the souls of those killed by it, making them unable to communicate with the spirit. And the little evidence left was not enough for the Church of Night to take action against the bishop of the Church of Storm.

Damn it... If he hadn't been fatally injured by that woman that day, He wouldn't have needed to take action, and He wouldn't have been allowed to leave any flaws when He was unconscious... He actually left His name behind! The most outrageous thing is that when his father named him, he named him according to the name in the Book of Storm Revelation!

In this way, the identity of Matafarli will not be useful for long. He has already lost the identity of Sindri, and the last identity left cannot be lost!

Father Matafari gritted his teeth, but even if he had a hundred guts he would not dare to blame the angel behind him, and could only sigh in the church.

People in the church would never have thought that the naturalized angel recorded in the scriptures, the child of the missing ancient god demon monarch who appeared out of thin air in the Third Age, the angel Matafarri who was the naturalized Lord of Storms, was not missing, but was controlled by the Mother Tree of Desire. He could only use him as a medium to discharge the excess extraordinary characteristics to a place far away from the Mother Tree to alleviate his own madness!
This was also the reason why he had to mate with those people constantly. He had to expel the extraordinary characteristics through mating, and then carefully create accidental deaths, collect those extraordinary characteristics in the name of mass, and make extraordinary items. Otherwise, with his status, he would never have any lustful thoughts about those poor people, and even just thinking about it made Matafarli feel like vomiting.

Fortunately, with the help of the old man, the extraordinary characteristics injected into his body by the Mother Tree of Desire are being slowly discharged. If all goes well, as long as he can find a suitable mother body and discharge a mixed set of extraordinary characteristics before the New Year, he will be able to initially regain his sanity and find a chance to break free from the control of the Mother Tree and return to the East Continent!

But before that, I have to escape before those people become suspicious of me. To be on the safe side, I have to abandon this identity and use the identity of a fugitive priest to distract the attention of those pursuers...

Father Matafari found his magical items in his cabinet. Since he had another identity, he did not have many magical items in his hands. There was only a key that could open the spiritual door leading to his own mechanical creation storage point, and a bracelet used to enslave spirits and control four spirits.

When the last wave of praying believers left, I closed the church door and fled overnight...

Father Matafari put the bracelet on his hand, put the key in his pocket, and waited for the last believer to leave.

Finally, he waited for this moment. At 25 minutes before 12 o'clock, the last tramp reluctantly left the warm church.

However, just as he was about to close the door, a woman's urgent call came. The voice was unusually pleasant, and unlike those female workers whose voices were damaged by the smoke and dust from the East District factories, her voice carried a hint of charm, which made Father Matafari subconsciously stop what he was doing and step aside to let the other person enter the church.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Priest..."

The lady looked up at the priest with an apologetic look. Her pretty features were faintly visible from under her black veil. She exuded a faint scent of roses. This smile seemed to drive away Backlund's cold winter, and the whole city returned to the midsummer with roses in full bloom.

"But I have something urgent to confess. Could you please listen to my sins and help me?"

Father Matafari hesitated for only a short while before deciding to agree to the other party's request.

After all, the lady in front of him didn't look like someone from one of the seven great churches. Even if someone from other churches sneaked in, they wouldn't use the excuse of "praying to the Lord of Storms". And the Church of Storms itself wouldn't do that either, because their sneaking in was always to just rush in and blow up the gate!
Moreover, using such a beautiful woman as the object of excreting extraordinary properties seems to be more enjoyable than using those poor women or even boys as surrogate mothers... Father Matafali had a similar idea in his mind almost without any hindrance, and it lingered in his mind.

"The Lord of Storms is just like our father. A father will not blame his children for coming to visit too late."

Father Matafari pretended to be lenient and placed his hand on the beautiful woman's shoulder. The woman's clothes were also expensive handmade. The smooth silk fabric made Matafari fantasize, as if he was touching the woman's smooth, white, ivory-like skin.

"So, what do you want to confess?"

As the priest spoke, he secretly looked down along the collar of the other person's dress, his greedy eyes moving down along the other person's beautiful collarbone...

"I want to repent for my negligence."

The woman seemed to be completely oblivious to the evil gaze of Matafari, and instead bowed her head and prayed earnestly:

"I failed to complete the mission given to us by the Creator. I let an amateurish and half-baked person destroy the future of a family. Originally, they should have lived a hard and ordinary life, but that shameless guy destroyed this family and imposed superficial pain on those people."

"Then the crime should be borne by the layman."

Matafali replied, while greedily breathing in the sweet smell of the other person. The smell made Matafali wonder if he would melt in his mouth like honey if he took a bite on her body.

The lady smiled again, but the same smile looked completely different in Matafari's eyes.

"That's right... Now, it's time for you to bear these responsibilities."

(End of this chapter)