I am a necromancer, and I absolutely love America.

Chapter 241 The Corpses of Indian Prisoners

Richard's expression was priceless.

To be honest, he really didn't expect Debbie to go to such extremes.

Building a church by oneself is already outrageous.

Besides, is your design a church?

Isn't this a singer's concert stage?

Even more outrageous, these netizens, who love watching the drama unfold, actually started donating money.

They're serious!

Live stream donations fell like snowflakes.

The tinkling music was very lively.

Debbie was overjoyed, thanking netizens while letting her imagination run wild.

Soon, netizens flooded the internet with creative ideas: "I think the church's exterior walls should be covered with large screens to display images of God!"

"Yes! Traditional stained glass is so outdated! The entire wall is made of ultra-high-definition flexible giant screen glass, allowing light to pass through during the day and keeping the interior cool."

"It's always bright, and at night it plays biblical miracles and cloud-based holy light on a loop—it's a million times cooler than a dead painting!"

"Ideally, a laser beam should shoot into the sky above the church, visible from dozens of kilometers away at night, to proclaim the glory of the Lord!"

"That's great! The laser beams won't just shine at night; they can also illuminate important ceremonies! The seven-colored holy light beams will tear through the sky, making it visible throughout New York State!"

"Don't use old-fashioned clocks, replace them with low-frequency, full-range sound systems! The entire church will have built-in surround sound, so that the whole building will resonate during Mass, mimicking the shaking of the heavens and the magnificent spectacle of God's coming to earth!"

"The church floor should be made of sensor-activated light-emitting tiles, so that light trails automatically light up wherever believers walk, symbolizing following the holy light."

"No! Only Saint-Debbie's presence can make it shine; no one else deserves it!"

"Instead of using stone for the altar, replace it with an electromagnetically levitated crystal altar..."

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Following the "idea king," came professionals from all walks of life: "I'm a commercial plaza designer with fifteen years of experience building $100 million worth of buildings! Can I apply for a design job?"

"I specialize in architectural acoustics and have designed concert halls with a capacity of 3000. I can solve the problem of low-frequency sound field..."

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"Me! Me! I've been doing large-scale religious building restoration for twenty years..."

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"I'm a curtain wall designer. Count me in! A sparkling church would be so cool."

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"She's up to something big again..." Richard sighed, but didn't stop Debbie.

In Richard's view, a church is just a big house.

With Catherine's wealth, Debbie building a church was nothing.

Richard had no idea how much trouble this would cause.

Sawyer sat in his office with a document spread out in front of him, but his vision was already unfocused.

"I just rejected Debbie, is she angry again...?"

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Sawyer was very worried.

However, that song was so outrageous that it could never be sung in a church choir.

"Wait a minute! Debbie just said something, didn't she? That the whole livestream really liked it?" Sawyer suddenly realized.

Come.

The entire live stream room?

Debbie is live streaming!!

OMG! Sawyer was completely baffled.

He immediately opened his phone and found Debbie's social media account.

really...

Sawyer was in despair.

Debbie is live streaming!

A Catholic saint is livestreaming to hundreds of thousands of netizens!

And she's dressed too plainly. She's not a saint, she's just a girl next door!

Sawyer watched Debbie's live stream with a twitching mouth, and then he heard Debbie utter the earth-shattering words, "I want to build my own church!"

The Sawyer people were dumbfounded.

Debbie announced the construction of her own church during a live stream with hundreds of thousands of viewers!

Countless netizens are still offering suggestions, each one more outrageous than the last!

They actually donated money?

Sawyer's face went from white to ashen, then to black.

She can do whatever she wants!

She had no idea what "building a church" meant under canon law!

This is a public declaration that she no longer intends to submit to the church's authority!

Just because you can't sing rock music at Mass, you build one yourself?

Such recklessness!

Such ignorance!

Sawyer almost wanted to laugh at her.

However, he can't laugh at all right now.

Debbie's ignorance is becoming a real threat.

Sawyer felt a deep fear.

If Debbie were to actually build a church, it would severely undermine Sawyer's authority as diocesan bishop.

This directly touches upon Sawyer's core interests.

Sawyer, who had been tolerating Debbie for so long, finally couldn't take it anymore.

Anger rose from the bottom of my chest.

boom!

Sawyer slammed his fist on the table, his eyes bloodshot, furious: "What right do you have?"

"What makes you think you can do that?!"

"You're just a stupid cheerleader, a 17-year-old girl who doesn't know anything!"

"Do you even know what you're challenging yourself with?!"

"Do you even realize the solemnity of the sacraments?!"

"What kind of substance, what kind of..."

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Sawyer was filled with anger, but also with fear and helplessness.

He really couldn't do anything about Debbie.

What can I do?

End the canonization case?

Debbie doesn't care about being canonized at all!

Sawyer was deflated. He quickly picked up his phone and called Debbie: "Your Highness, I want to remind you of something. You can't just build any building and call it a church. It must be approved by the diocesan bishop and recognized by the Vatican. If you don't have these, what you've built is just a gathering place, not a church. You can hold events there, but you can't hold Mass there, you can't hold sacraments there. Only the Church can give you these things..."

Debbie was already angry, and interrupted before he could finish, saying, "So what? The believers came, we prayed together, isn't that Mass? Isn't that proclaiming the glory of the Lord? Why do you say it's not okay? What's it to you? Do I need your approval to build a church?"

"I just want to sing, dance, and chat with believers in a place where I don't have to worry about what others think. What's wrong with that?"

He hung up the phone after saying that.

Alex was using the toilet at his girlfriend's house when he suddenly received a strange phone call in Chinese.

The other person's voice was that of a middle-aged man with a slight northern accent.

He didn't introduce himself or exchange pleasantries, and went straight to the point: "You took a job collecting corpses north of New York last week. An orchard, a farmer, died in his warehouse."

ALEX was stunned.

He never mentioned this to anyone else.

His heart began to race.

"How...how did you know?"

The middle-aged man continued, "You're at your girlfriend's house right now."

Alex's face turned deathly pale.

Sure enough, someone was watching me!

Before he could think further, the other person continued, "ICE has a reactivated file listing undocumented immigrants who need to be arrested each week. Your name is on it, first on the list. A top-level arrest warrant has been applied for. It's in the process, and someone will come to arrest you as early as today, or at the latest tomorrow."

Alex's breathing became rapid.

He didn't know whether he should believe it or not, nor did he know who the other person was.

But the other party knew where he had collected the body, knew his location, and then said that ICE was preparing to arrest him?

The accuracy of the intelligence prevented Alex from mistaking the phone call for a prank.

"How do you know all this? Why are you telling me? Who are you?" Alex quickly pulled up his pants and asked rapidly.

The other person didn't answer: "I do business in Montreal, Canada, about 370 kilometers from where you are. I'll be waiting for you in Montreal. If you can come over, I can help you fly home. By the way, don't go through the airport; drive across the border. Greyhound buses are safer. Take the bus to Buffalo, then take a taxi towards Niagara Falls. Someone will pick you up when you get there."

Alex was completely numb.

What?

Why do you make it sound like I'm trying to run away?

He wanted to ask for more details, to confirm who the other person was, and to confirm whether this path was truly feasible.

But before he could even speak, the other person added, "Whether you believe me or not is your business. I've finished speaking. You can make a decision now, but I suggest you don't delay and run away immediately. Once the arrest warrant comes out, no one in New York can save you."

"By the way, look at the street corner. Aren't there two burly men there, one black and one white? They're from ICE. You'd better leave through the back door, or you'll be watched and won't be able to escape. Oh, and don't tell your white girlfriend. I don't know her attitude."

Snapped!

The phone hangs up.

Alex was completely stunned.

He walked to the window and carefully drew back the curtains to look outside.

It wasn't completely dark yet.

Two strangers, wearing hoodies, squatted in the corner, drowsy and seemingly asleep, like drug addicts you might see anywhere.

but..

They were indeed too strong; it's rare to see addicts this robust.

Moreover, my girlfriend's neighborhood is decent; there are very few homeless people from outside the area.

Alex felt a chill run down his spine.

What on earth happened?!

Why are you arresting me?

No, now is not the time to think about that.

run or not?

Alex did not pack his things immediately.

He glanced into the bedroom; his girlfriend was watching TV and laughing idiotically.

Alex turned on his phone, logged into ICE's website, and tried to find any publicly available arrest records.

I can't find anything.

Of course they can't find anything; I haven't been arrested yet.

Alex patted his forehead; he was so nervous that his mind was a little foggy.

He then opened his visa status webpage, which still showed "valid" with no abnormal markers.

Was that phone call fake?

Is someone trying to scare him?

However, the other party knew far too much.

No!

Alex felt a tingling sensation in the back of his head, as if someone was pressing a sharp object against it.

He felt a nameless fear.

"No! We can't wait any longer!" Alex quickly made up his mind.

It's better to believe it exists than to believe it doesn't!

The recent media frenzy was so bizarre that I'm now quite easily frightened.

At worst, I'll just waste some money going home; it's better than getting arrested!

Alex opened his phone, intending to delete all background login records for his social media accounts, but then worried about alerting others.

ICE simply deleted the app to avoid being tracked.

Then, he pulled out an old backpack from the bottom of the closet, stuffed his passport inside, and counted the cash on his person.

It wasn't a lot, but it was enough for him to make it to Montreal.

He then searched for Greyhound bus routes.

The journey from New York to Buffalo takes about seven hours.

Once you arrive in Buffalo, you can take a taxi towards Niagara Falls.

He wrote down the names and times of several key events on a piece of paper, then folded the paper, stuffed it into his pants pocket, and turned off his phone.

He will try to minimize his use of his mobile phone throughout the journey.

Alex had watched many police dramas and knew that police could track suspects using their mobile phones. He didn't know if it was true or not, but Alex decided to be cautious.

Alex didn't leave immediately. He knew that if he left now, his girlfriend would find out soon, and he wasn't sure if she would call the police.

So, after he had prepared his things, he took off his coat and went to bed as usual.

The two cuddled for a while before going to sleep.

At 2 a.m., while his girlfriend was sleeping soundly, Alex quietly got up.

He glanced at the street corner again; the two stalkers were gone, but there was a new car.

Alex wasn't sure if the car was the one being followed, so he decided to be careful.

He slung his backpack over his shoulder, made sure his phone was off, then pushed open the door. He glanced one last time in his girlfriend's direction before resolutely walking into the darkness.

The next day, at 10 a.m.

Debbie slammed down the phone, her lips pouting.

Hale's words, "If you continue down this path, I will have to reassess the canonization process," kept echoing in her mind.

Her announcement of building her own church had a greater impact than expected. Not only did Sawyer oppose it, but Hale also called to inquire about the situation, and it is even said that the Pope was concerned.

The feeling of being rejected and attacked still made her very unhappy.

She spent the whole night researching online and now has a general understanding of the difficulties of building a church on her own; without the support of the church, it is almost impossible to build one.

But... it doesn't matter!

I don't care about that BULL SHIT canonization case!

"I must build a church of my own, a church where I don't have to depend on anyone else!"

Richard went downstairs, changed into some clothes for going out, and didn't bother to ask Debbie about the outcome of her phone call with Sawyer; her expression already showed how bad it was. "So? Do you have time? I'm going to look at some land and a house, do you want to come?"

"Go!" Debbie immediately grabbed Richard's arm with a grin, completely forgetting about Sawyer. "I'm so bored at home!"

The bodyguards immediately sprang into action, and a few minutes later, the convoy slowly drove out of Baytop Villa.

Richard casually asked, "They don't support you building a church?"

"Hmph! A bunch of old fogies! I'm going to build it anyway!" Debbie said fiercely, then changed her tune: "Richard, can you help me persuade my mom? She listens to you the most. Can you get her to contribute more money to build this church for me?"

Netizens donated money, but it was far from enough; Debbie still had to raise a large sum of money herself.

Richard nodded: "Okay, I'll find an opportunity to talk to Catherine about it."

He was happy to do anything that would help increase Debbie’s influence in the Catholic Church.

The Catholic Church opposes it?

Opposing it is the right thing to do!

The opposition suggests that Debbie has plundered their interests. If the Catholic leaders continue to be happy about it, it only means that Debbie is at a disadvantage.

More than an hour later, the convoy slowly came to a stop in front of the River Valley Manor.

Zhang Bo was already waiting at the entrance of the River Valley Manor.

Standing next to him was a young man in his thirties wearing a dark gray jacket, with neatly combed hair. Seeing the line of bodyguard vehicles, his envy was palpable.

However, this also indirectly confirms the buyer's identity and financial strength.

The bodyguard got out of the car first, and after confirming that it was safe, Richard and Debbie got out of the car together.

Zhang Bo quickly stepped forward and introduced in a low voice: "Mr. Li, this is Nico-Donovan, the son of the homeowner, Mr. Connor-Donovan. He's the one who entrusted us to post the listing."

Nico reached out and shook Richard's hand.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, the two men led them to a golf cart and toured the estate, providing explanations as they went.

The driveway is long, with tall elm trees on both sides. Their canopies converge overhead to form a green archway, and the trees look at least 40 or 50 years old.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, casting dappled patterns on the asphalt road.

At the end of the driveway was a wide lawn, as big as a football field, neatly trimmed. Such a large lawn fully demonstrated the homeowner's economic strength.

The main building sits in the center of the lawn, with gray-white stone walls that give it a dignified and imposing appearance.

Georgian style, three-story structure, symmetrically arranged windows, with a dark oak door in the center.

It has flanks on both sides.

Hidden in the woods on the left, a pointed roof can be seen in the distance, which is probably the family chapel.

The lawn is edged with neatly trimmed shrubs, and beyond that are stables, barns, and greenhouses, all separated by hedges.

From here, Richard could hear the low snorting of horses coming from the stables, which suggested that there were quite a few horses there.

In the distance, a winding stream flows shallowly, its banks covered with wild grass and low shrubs. A wooden fence extends along the riverbank, separating the grassland from the woodland.

The entire estate is in a typical old-money style.

Richard's gaze shifted from the main building to the stables, and then to the distant river valley.

This land is large enough that it can hold many secrets with the addition of some buildings.

Nico led them into the main building.

The hall has a double-height ceiling with a huge crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling.

The fireplace was made of stone and was as tall as a person, with wooden-framed armchairs and dark leather sofas on either side.

Family portraits and landscape paintings hung on the walls of the corridor, their gilded frames now somewhat faded.

The family deliberately left it unrenovated to showcase the family's ancient heritage.

Richard didn't linger on these things for long. Anyway, he'd definitely have to renovate once he moved in, so he just needed to check the size of the space.

"Can I take a look at that valley?"

Nico hesitated for a moment: "There's an abandoned castle there. It was abandoned when I was a child. There's nothing to see there, and it's probably a bit dilapidated..."

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He worried that the poor view would discourage buyers from making a purchase.

Richard nodded and smiled, "If you're going to buy, you should at least look at all the land first."

In fact, he saw a deathly aura over there!

"no problem."

The golf cart slowly drove along a gravel path, with bodyguards following behind in their own golf carts.

Everyone was relaxed.

There's no need to be overly wary of these old-money family territories.

Old Qian values ​​security more than anyone else.

The further you go, the denser the trees become, the dimmer the light, and the air is filled with the smell of damp earth and decaying leaves.

The road was covered with moss, and it looked like no one had been here for a long time.

At the end of the path was an open space with a dilapidated stone building in the middle.

It looks like a small fortress, or an ancient castle?

The walls are made of rough stone, and several places have collapsed. The roof is completely gone, leaving only a few broken walls and half of the tower.

The ground was overgrown with weeds, the tower's windows were just empty frames, and the walls were covered with vines.

However, overall, the structure is still well preserved.

Richard stood in front of the ruins, looking at the broken stone walls and towers.

Deathly energy is slowly seeping from beneath the ruins of this ancient castle.

There are many corpses beneath these ruins; it feels very ancient.

Through repeated use of the Death Sense, he could now barely discern the time of death of a corpse by observing subtle differences in the death aura.

The.

Judging from the death aura, the corpse underground is about 200 years old.

Nico, covering his nose, said from the side, "This is an ancient castle from over two hundred years ago, said to have been a dungeon for interrogating Native American prisoners. Nobody comes here usually. If you're interested, you can have it cleaned; just repairing the roof and windows can restore it to its former glory."

His tone made it sound as if he were turning the ruins into some kind of "feature" of the estate, to increase its appeal.

Richard feigned disgust and said, "Repairing this castle will probably cost a lot of money. It's such a waste, and it's not very useful anyway. Let's just leave it here."

Richard was very satisfied with the Valley Estate as a whole. Now he just needed to see how Nico would handle his elderly father and negotiate the price.

As they returned to the lawn, a black Rolls-Royce happened to drive up along the driveway.

Nico's expression changed slightly when he saw the car.

"Oh no! The old man's back!"

The Rolls-Royce slowly pulled up in front of Richard, the door opened, and Connor Donovan stepped out with a blank expression.