Pastor's Tantra

In the end, Wuqun still couldn't make up her mind.

Of course, she understood what Xiaolu meant - letting young people "test the waters" meant killing those former colleagues.

Although they were unwilling to do hard and tiring work and did not want to search aimlessly for the Blood Sky Master across the country, it was still easy to trick people into coming down with excuses like "discovering a treasure." And the more corrupted they were, the easier it was to be deceived.

"You are really kind."

Xiaolu sighed, finished his prayer, and stood up to leave: "Forget it... I don't know how long we can be colleagues. Since you think so, I respect your wishes. I have done my best to investigate to this extent. Go back and rest, I will report the results to the teacher."

——In Xiaolu's opinion, those "colleagues" were no different from traitors. Xiaolu certainly didn't think there was anything wrong with using their lives to explore the way. It could even be considered as clearing the door while making use of their last bit of energy.

"I just think... this is also a kind of degeneration."

Long after the deer left, the dancer answered softly into the empty air.

She seemed to be struggling with something...or trying to convince herself.

There is no doubt that the skirt's duty has been fulfilled.

She was not an assassin who was good at fighting or stealth, but was good at poisoning and cursing without leaving any traces - just like every dancer from the Hawkeye organization. In order to prevent her level of adaptation from being detected by those astrologers and prophets, she even used a curse to abandon her level of adaptation, making herself look like an ordinary person.

At least two hundred people were poisoned by her during their one-night stand. In order to avoid being discovered, the poison she set would only be triggered after she left for several days.

Although there were pure scums, there were also people who loved her. She didn't really kill many Moon Children, but most of them were wealthy businessmen, scholars, or heirs of large families who were unwilling to support the Hawkeye Organization.

The organization told her that "if these people don't die, more brothers and sisters will die because of them." That's why she used dirty means to kill them... and more of the tasks she accepted were to steal intelligence.

Use your body, use lies, use conspiracy and script to exchange for sincerity.

Seducing with beauty, deceiving with love, and then choosing to betray.

She had never been by the side of the betrayer when the curtain was unveiled... so she had never witnessed the other party's unbelievable and heartbroken expression. But that didn't mean she couldn't imagine it.

When she was still a young girl, she would occasionally wake up from a dream. She would dream that those people had discovered her disguise, exposed her mask, and she had nowhere to escape; she would dream that those people had turned into vengeful spirits after death and came to claim her life, cursing her in her dreams; she would also dream that her identity was exposed, and she was captured by the Son of the Moon and cruelly tortured and punished.

She would occasionally expose her confusion and pain to her teachers and colleagues, and she would often receive the same firm answer:

"——Fool, our cause is just!"

Now, how much the dance skirt wants to ask them - is justice still there?

Once she lost her natural sense of righteousness, she felt overwhelmed by guilt.

It wasn't just killing one or two people... The people she killed weren't all bad people. It was hundreds or thousands of deaths. Many executioners might not be able to chop off so many heads in their careers. Because Wuqun gave up her extraordinary level, she had never become a high-level "mentor" to assign tasks to others... There were many times when she didn't even know what mistakes her targets had made.

As time went on, the assignments she received became shorter and shorter, sometimes just a name.

No explanation, no guilt, no reason.

But she still chose to carry out the mission.

All because of her hatred for the Moon Children - her sister was sucked blood and killed by the Moon Children who hunted at night while wandering at night. When she found the body that had lost its blood and limbs, she vowed to never forgive those Moon Children.

The Moon Child who killed her sister had been killed by her a long time ago. She collected some of the ashes, mixed them with her sister's ashes, and put them in the necklace on her chest. This was something she was unwilling to give up no matter how many identities and faces she had. It was also the only thing that could possibly expose her identity.

But now...

How does the sins she has accumulated compare to those committed by the Son of the Moon back then?

Is it possible that someone’s brothers and sisters, sons and daughters hate him as much as he hated the Son of the Moon?

By the time the dance skirt finished praying, she had made up her mind.

When Priest Cassius hurriedly finished maintaining the barrier and ran out panting, he saw the woman in the dance dress standing up gracefully and preparing to walk out.

Father Cassius did not dare to call her name in public, so he hurried forward a few steps and when he got behind the skirt, he lowered his voice and called out, "Miss Clara!"

"…Father Cassius, what's the matter?"

"Dancing skirt" Clara turned around and smiled gently and politely.

There was a hint of restraint and distance in her smile.

——Clara once thought that she might also have a family, just like what she said to the deer.

Now that the Moon Child has been killed, Hawkeye has no reason to exist. Although the Blood Sky Master has come, Lord Aiwass will surely be able to handle it all. In other words, he can retire now.

Although she had been carrying out the organization's killing missions and not taking private orders that skipped the organization's share...but among the missions assigned to her by the organization, some were killing contracts that she shared. Over the years, she had accumulated a considerable amount of savings, at least enough for her to live a wealthy and leisurely second half of her life like a rich lady.

Buy a manor in Iris, hire 20 or 30 servants, marry an honest man, give him some money to start a small business, and have a few children. It would be best if there were two sons and a daughter. And she could buy a lot of dresses and jewelry, attend banquets of noble ladies. And she could also raise a dog... She had always wanted to raise a dog, but she never had the chance. The smell of the dog would expose her, and she had been running around in different cities, without a fixed place to live.

Her mission was over.

That future is already within reach.

Clara had deceived countless men, and she knew very well which men were good and which were bad. She knew that she only needed to nod her head to accept the other party as her "bell". With such an identity protection, he could also prevent himself from being accidentally killed by his colleagues.

With Hawkeye about to become the controller of Iris and the teacher also planning to follow the Theocracy, this is already the best future.

She had worked hard for all of this.

...But for some reason, the dance skirt felt inexplicably disgusting.

It's like being pregnant. Just thinking about that future makes me want to vomit.

Wuqun politely declined Priest Cassius' invitation to dinner, and watched the man leave dejectedly, her eyes gentle and calm.

—You deserve better, sir.

That night, Wuqun sneaked into the church basement alone.

She had already reported the location of the Blood Sky Division to her teacher, and Aiwass would arrive soon. She didn't need to continue investigating... This level of intelligence was enough. In other words, she could go underground with Aiwass to investigate after he arrived.

In other words, it wasn't an investigation...it was just that she didn't want to end her duties and mission.

That's it, Wuqun thought.

Let yourself die in the mission. It is better than surviving with a sinful fortune that does not belong to you.

Before leaving, she had anonymously sent all her property to her parents. She had been away from home for a long time... they must have understood everything.

Although she had wanted to meet Aiwass for a long time.

But I'm afraid... there is no such opportunity anymore.