Mystery: A Spark

The smog outside gradually turned iron-gray, but as it drifted toward the tavern, it seemed to be blocked by some strange force, unable to affect the people inside.

In a corner of the tavern, Hugh sat quietly, looking outside with a serious and tense expression.

Not long after, she saw a small white figure flash past her eyes, then stood up and shouted loudly to everyone inside the tavern:

"Everyone, our Workers' Mutual Aid Association has been established for some time now, and we would like to thank you all for your support of our work during this period."

"Therefore, as instructed by the president, all food in the Peace Tavern is offered at half price today, thanks to the strong support of our friends, the Church of Mother Earth."

Let us all thank them!

As soon as he finished speaking, a cheer erupted in the tavern.

"Oh!!!"

"Thank you, Mother Earth!"

"Mother Earth has mercy!"

……

Those in the crowd who believed in other gods were sincerely thanking the Earth Mother Goddess, while those who already believed in the Earth Mother Goddess began to pray devoutly with gratitude in their hearts.

The regular food at the Peace Tavern is cheaper than elsewhere, and the half-price discount makes it even more appealing.

Even residents from other areas couldn't resist buying some food when they heard about the discounts, let alone the already impoverished people in the East District.

Therefore, they were sincerely grateful and thanked the Earth Mother Goddess from the bottom of their hearts.

……

In an unremarkable house in the Backlund docks district.

A burly man dressed in a brown priest's robe sat quietly here.

Before him was a simple altar, on which was placed a sacred emblem of the Earth Mother.

In addition, several candles, specially made, were placed around him.

It was clear that the man was about to begin a ritual, a prayer to the Earth Mother.

After a while, a white shadow flashed past the man's eyes, and the man began to act.

First came a series of practiced ritualistic magic steps, then he chanted in a low voice:

"The source of life."

"The mother of all things."

"Great Mother Earth, I beg you, I beg for your gaze..."

……

The same thing happened on Dalavi Street in the East Backlund, Gard Street in the Hillston area, and Dillum Street in the Backlund Bridge area.

In one of the houses in each of these locations, a man dressed in a brown priest's robe was performing a prayer ceremony.

The content of their prayers was all the same: to ask for the attention of Mother Earth.

Furthermore, if you look down from above Backlund, you can see that these places are located in the four cardinal directions of the eastern district, surrounding the entire eastern district.

Right in the center of this encirclement, two people were engaged in a fierce battle.

One side of the battle was a stunningly beautiful woman with a voluptuous figure, while the other was a middle-aged man wearing a silver lion helmet armor and with a prominent scar on his face.

……

"Damn it, who are you?!" Panatia narrowly dodged a sword that was about to strike her face, saving herself from being disfigured, and asked angrily.

She was just leisurely releasing the warmth of her disease through the smog when suddenly the man in front of her stabbed her in the back.

The man didn't stop after attacking her from behind with a sword; he started fighting her while cursing.

The viciousness of their attacks and the vulgarity of their words made Panatia feel that her patience was being constantly challenged.

At first, Panatia thought the man was from one of the three major churches, but she soon discovered that he was not.

Because the extraordinary individuals of the three major churches all receive specialized combat training, simply put, they are professionally trained and their fighting style is more methodical.

They could never be like this man before them, who used every means possible in battle, constantly resorting to underhanded tactics, which was utterly despicable.

"Heh, didn't I just say? I'm your father." Arthur launched another quick attack, pushing Panadia back, and stood there leaning on Salamaini, catching his breath.

Seeing this, Panatia sneered:

"What's wrong? Can't hold on anymore? How is my illness?"

"Heh heh, it's just a minor illness. What do you think I've been fighting with you for all this time?" Arthur glanced at the back of his hand, feeling the burning sensation there growing stronger.

Panatia frowned. The reason she was fighting this man was partly because she was entangled and had no way to escape, and partly because even in the fight, it wouldn't affect her plans.

The spread of disease is amplified by smog; every time a person is killed, the spread of disease accelerates.

Even if she was held back by this man, the disease would continue to spread with the smog, so Panatia wasn't worried at all.

But now it seems that the other party has other methods.

"Now that you're plagued by illness, what tricks can you possibly pull off?" Panadia said, sizing up Arthur.

"Heh, do you know what the true essence of a priest is?" Arthur chuckled, then slammed Salamani into the ground with his backhand and removed the armor from his right hand.

"Put down your weapons? Are you surrendering?" Panatia had barely finished speaking when she saw the man raise his right hand, which was shining brightly, towards the sky, as if supporting the heavens.

The next second, a magnificent, holy beam of light descended from the sky, piercing through the smog and striking his hand directly.

Chapter 220 Sacred Hymns

Time goes back to ten minutes ago.

After Klein finished reading the contents of the note in his hand, he immediately realized the seriousness of the situation.

"Chik" is the real name of the original witch, and the person who sent him the message also claimed to be a witch.

Judging from the other party's statement in the note that "I feel less and less like myself," Klein couldn't help but wonder if the other party might have become the vessel for the primordial witch's descent.

In addition, the note mentioned that the other party would often encounter various coincidences, and the news that Mr. Azik was wanted a while ago made Klein begin to suspect that Ince Zangwell was secretly doing something with a score of 0-08.

Realizing that he might have re-entered 0-08's sights and that he might be silenced for knowing this information, Klein did not hesitate and quickly made several decisions.

He first hid Horus in the coachman's dream, and then he himself escaped the place by leaping through flames continuously.

This was partly to draw Ince Zangwell's attention away from Horus and the coachman, so that they would not be implicated.

On the other hand, they were looking for an opportunity to get the message out and ask the bigwigs for help.

Now that he has come into 0-08's sights, there is no need to worry about being suspected if he contacts Mr. Azik.

After all, even if Ince Zangwell had some doubts, that would be a matter for the future.

Let's worry about the future later; saving our lives is the most important thing right now.

After Klein leaped away from the carriage through the flames, he first summoned the Bone Messenger through the Azik Bronze Whistle, sending out a distress signal in the shortest possible words.

He then prayed to the "Fool" and described his situation in the simplest language.

Then, he walked four steps backward to the top of the gray fog and threw his "prayer" without hesitation at the star representing the "chariot".

Because, in order to successfully send out the message, attract the attention of the three major churches as quickly as possible, and get them involved swiftly, the Tarot Society only has three options.

There's "Justice," who has a noble background; "The Hanged Man," who has connections to the Church of Storms; and Arthur.

Of the three, Arthur's network of connections and reliability, as well as Klein's level of trust in him, far surpassed the other two.

After all, this is a man who can have an ambiguous relationship with an angel.

Furthermore, if Klein chooses to pass the message to Arthur, then he will no longer need to pretend to be profound and explain himself as a fool.

He believed that Arthur understood the meaning behind the name "Chik" and would be able to make the most reasonable decision.

After sending out the message and asking the big boss for help, Klein began to use fire leaps to continue his escape.

But soon, the flames he left behind when he used Fire Jump began to spread outwards at an extremely fast speed.

In the blink of an eye, Klein found himself surrounded by a sea of ​​fire.

His flame leaps were too short to escape the ever-expanding sea of ​​fire.

This absurd and unreasonable situation convinced Klein that he had fallen into a 0-08 trap, and he became so emotional that he swore.

After all, a small flame can turn into a sea of ​​fire in the blink of an eye. Wouldn't that be like lifting Newton's coffin lid and stomping on it?

If he's going to use magic like that, we might as well just send a meteorite down and kill him.

Fortunately, just as Klein was about to be burned to death, Azik arrived in time and saved him.

Unbeknownst to him, at the very moment he was engulfed in flames, Horus silently emerged from the coachman's dream from the distant carriage.

The little wolf cub leaped lightly onto a large tree, first glancing worriedly at the distant sea of ​​fire, then lowering its head and softly reciting in its childish voice:

"Goddess of the Night, more sublime than the stars, more enduring than eternity."

"You are the queen of calamity and fear."

"You are the lord of sleep and silence."

"I pray for your help."

"I pray for your favor."

Horus paused, seemingly thinking about how to organize his thoughts to better express himself.

This is a bit difficult for it, after all, it has only recently learned to speak.

However, Horus soon came up with a brilliant idea.

The little wolf cub cleared its throat and then shouted in its childish voice:

"Help!!!"

……

Inside a quiet room at St. Samuel's Cathedral in Backlund.

Saint Anthony Stevenson, one of the thirteen archbishops of the Church of the Goddess of Night and the head of the diocese of Backlund, was resting with his eyes closed.

The old man, with a clean-shaven face and deep-set eyes, had an exceptionally clean appearance. Even though he was wearing a black and red archbishop's robe, he did not give off a gloomy feeling.