A brave man may not live, but he cannot die

Chapter 107 Cissa
Quinn stood in the doorway, his eyes slowly widening as if he had seen hell.

The woman's terrified screams echoed from the room as she watched the man in front of her burst into flames, but she was tied to the bed and unable to escape.

The scene was too horrifying.

The man didn't move at all. Even as he was being burned by the flames, he showed a comfortable smile as if he was warming himself by a fire in winter. His body disintegrated inch by inch, without a sound or smoke, and he died peacefully until he was burned into a pool of white ash.

Those gold pounds and silver coins dissolved into water in the black fire, and finally condensed and blended, turning into a twisted ball of liquid that floated in the air.

The woman's screams gradually subsided, because her eyes were attracted by the liquid, and she was extremely greedy, like a dragon seeing treasure and couldn't help wanting to grab it.

But unfortunately, she was tied up with ropes and twisted and turned on the bed but couldn't get what she wanted. This scene was seen by some action movie director, who had to take a close-up shot.

Not only her, but even Quinn couldn't help but look at the liquid.

A strong impulse emerged from his heart, much stronger than when Jack tempted him with gold pounds.

Fortunately, Quinn had experienced this several times, and his mental strength was much better than before, so he was able to control himself.

His view was blocked by the door, so he couldn't see the man in the room putting on the divine robe. He only saw black flames suddenly igniting Jack's body, and in about ten seconds, he was burned to ashes.

Faintly, Quinn seemed to hear a very ethereal sound, like a monk chanting or a giant whale roaring, which was difficult to hear clearly.

The moment the ball of molten money appeared, a sense of relief came from the depths of my soul, as if a burden had been unloaded.

Quinn knew that with Jack's death, the fate imposed on him as a robber and the deal not to kill him were both lifted.

The long-haired priest looked at the prostitute's eyes dominated by greed and sighed in distress.

"Oh, I forgot. If I bring it back to church, I'll get scolded again."

He was about to collect the "water" floating in the air, but he paused when he saw Quinn at the door of the room.

Quinn was the first to take out the nameplate with the school emblem and said, "I am Quinn from Grindelwald."

The priest was stunned for a moment, then quickly raised his hands, just like a prostitute caught in a crackdown: "No! No! I'm preaching to her—"

".Are you preaching seriously?" Quinn glanced at the woman twisting and turning on the bed, thinking to himself, "What the hell?"

"If you don't tie her up, she'll run away," the priest said confidently. "You'll know if you go to prostitutes more often. Prostitutes who sell overnight sex will sneak away early in the morning to avoid getting up early for sex, and won't work until noon."

“—Stop, stop, stop.”

Quinn was nervous. "Is that the point?" I was just chasing this guy. Did you kill Jack?

The priest glanced at the dust on the ground indifferently.

"So his name is Jack, what a random name. Yeah, I killed him."

He raised the Golden Ring in his hand and introduced himself, "I am Father Sisa of the Holy Tree Church in Ashwell."

Quinn outside the door didn't react much when he heard the name, but just frowned in dissatisfaction.

"He is a suspect in a case and is being investigated by the school administration."

"Oh, why didn't you say so earlier?"

Xisa showed a regretful expression and threw the "Golden Ring" aside disrespectfully.

"I thought it was a gift from God. Killing an Abyss Transcendent is rewarded with 200 gold pounds. I'm really thinking about the chief position at the Grand Theatre."

".what is that?"

Quinn pointed to the twisted golden water floating in the air.

"That's the tortoise shell bondage, the marks left by the ligatures are the best! If necessary, you can extend the rope and hang the person up to listen to my lectures—"

".I asked what that thing floating in the air was?"

Xisa lost interest all of a sudden.

"The extraordinary characteristics of the Abyss. Hmm, should it be Sequence Eight [Traveling Merchant]? Sequence Seven [Slave Owner] is not that easy to deal with."

The seventh character in the sequence of greedy fate is called slave owner?
Sequence 9: Merchants, Sequence 8: Travelers, Sequence 7: Slave Owners.
It seems that it is a progressive relationship, just like the next sequence of [Thief], [Rogue].

What will be the next sequence of useless people? College students?
"I have to recycle this," Quinn said.

"What does the academy need the Sequence 8 Abyss traits for?"

Xisa said puzzledly: "Isn't there an entrance in the Forbidden Forest? You can make as many low-level features as you want. I have to take the features back to claim the prize, but it would be fine if the academy gave me a bonus-"

Quinn hesitated.

This thing is not easy to hold.

After once again learning how strange the abilities of the Abyss Beyonders were, he really didn't dare touch anything related to traveling merchants.

".Then you can take it back."

According to the rules, the clergy of each major religion have the right to deal with the abyss extraordinary people.

Quinn changed the subject: "However, because this person is related to the jewelry store robbery last month, the school affairs commissioner may contact you to inquire about the situation later."

"Is it?"

Xisa still had that calm expression and didn't ask any more questions.

"I'm supposed to be at church every Monday morning. Holy Tree Church on Third Avenue."

"Thanks for your cooperation."

When ten minutes passed and Xia Daier began to hesitate whether to continue waiting, Quinn returned to the door of the dessert shop in a carriage.

She got into the carriage happily. This kind of carriage for picking up passengers has two rows of seats facing each other. Although it is not as comfortable as a private carriage, it is still spacious.

Xia Daier blinked her eyes cunningly, placed the small umbrella she was carrying across the empty seat, and then she sat down next to Quinn naturally.

"Quinn first Quinn, why are you chasing that guy?"

"He owes me money."

Quinn said casually: "No, it's returned now."

"How much does he owe you?"

Xia Dai'er hesitated.

He still didn't mention that Jack had been his father's attending physician.

Before leaving, Elon's most serious advice to her was not to tell Quinn anything about his father.

If he asked, she would tell him that her father was almost recovered. Otherwise, there would be "no future" for the two of them.

"Ten pounds."

Quinn looked out the window with some heartache. The ten gold pounds he threw away were probably picked up by someone.

I was too careless this time. I shouldn't have accepted the ten gold pounds.

Have I let my guard down because everything has been going so smoothly recently?

A stronger body, a rapidly merging potion, a comfortable college life, friendly fellow villagers, and even the crisis of the Vatican's investigation is about to be resolved.
Quinn had already been caught once because of the gold pound issue, and Amamiya Ningning had clearly stated that he wanted to "return the goods and refund the money", but he took the gold pound first.
Quinn's eyes darkened, he had to reflect on himself.

"Quinn."

"Ok?"

He turned around and found that the girl had taken out her wallet and was counting the money.

"After I sneaked out of town and nearly got into trouble last time, my family took away my pocket money, but my brother still slipped me some in—"

She poured out all the coins in her wallet, about forty or fifty in total.

Not a penny, not a silver coin, all gold.

She held it in both hands and said sweetly, "--Here."

".?"

"This is the money for the dessert we just had." Xia Dai'er seemed to be trying to make up for her behavior: "I don't need a man to treat me, let's split the bill."

"They don't make that much in a whole day, do they?" Quinn laughed.

Xia Dai'er thought, for just ten gold pounds, she was so anxious to chase after him.
Could it be that Mr. Quinn is like those arcanists, living in poverty because of his research?
"I, I can ask my mom for more when I get home. I can also sell those bags and jewelry—"

"A dessert only costs two gold pounds." Quinn quickly stopped her from throwing money around.

The God of Wealth, right? Has he come down to earth to provide disaster relief?

"By the way, did you see the gold pound he lost?"

"Who?"

"The guy who got bit by the dog."

Xia Dai'er suddenly realized: "So he was bitten by a dog. I didn't see the dog, but I saw him drop the gold pounds. He picked them all up."

"What do you think when you see those gold pounds?" He looked at the girl sitting next to him. Her expression was a little confused, and she didn't quite understand what Quinn was asking.

"Like you want to pick it up or something, or you have an inner urge?"

"No."

Quinn nodded. It seemed that the greedy temptation bestowed by supernatural powers should be limited by distance.

"It's just a few gold pounds, why would you pick it up?" the rich young woman asked in a simple and unpretentious manner.

".That's okay."

"Quinn, you really don't want it?" She said cautiously, as if she was worried about hurting Quinn's self-esteem and lowered her voice: "I won't tell my brother. If you don't have money, you can tell me."

Xia Dai'er moved closer, allowing people to smell the faint fragrance of her long pink hair.

It is elegant but not strong, like a bright sea of ​​flowers.

"Why, you want to support me?"

Quinn looked at her jokingly.

The fragrance immediately faded away. Xia Dai'er shrank to the side and said angrily, "You wish. Wait until you're broke and come begging me to reconsider."

Cloud Avenue is not far from Ashwell Railway Station.

As soon as I got off the car, I saw Ankuya smoking in front of the coffee shop from a distance.

Xia Daier bowed gracefully. "Hello, I'm Branson Xia Daier. I'm sending my regards to you on behalf of my brother and mother, Mr. Jacob."

Ankua and Quinn looked at each other and nodded slightly.

"This is a bit troublesome. This is a special mission for the academy, so please keep it a secret from your family."

Xia Daier smiled playfully.

"Of course~"

With Quinn and Ankua both here, the girl felt completely safe and even had a sense of excitement and anticipation—

Isn't it more interesting to defraud the nuns of the Vatican than to date?
"Where is she?" Quinn didn't see Pepe.

"in."

Ankuya gestured to the cafe behind him.

This is a shop run by a Japanese. The front has sliding bamboo doors and paper-pasted windows, which reminds Quinn of a Japanese teahouse.

Quinn winked at him, and Ankua understood.

"Miss Xia Dai'er, could you please buy me a box of matches?" An Kuya took out a silver coin in change. "There's a convenience store right in front of the train station. The staff there know I'm from the academy, so they wouldn't dare charge me if I went there."

"no problem"

Xia Dai'er knew that the two of them had something to say, so she nodded obediently.

After she was gone, Ankua took out his wand and cast a soundproof spell, signaling that he could speak.

"I met Jack, the Western Continent merchant from the Abyss Sequence."

Quinn said simply, "He's dead."

Ankuya raised his eyebrows, "What's going on... did you kill him?"

"No, someone else killed him."

"Who?"

"Cissa." Quinn took a deep breath. "I met the fifth hero suspect, Father Sacred Tree."

(End of this chapter)