When Kaposo's skeletal - like palm was withdrawn, a strange cry came from his mouth. "Ah, Mr. Carver, you've fallen into the trap of an unknown young man. The little devil has made you disgraced. What an unfortunate encounter."
Carver's face was full of pain, and the silk scarf covering his nose was moved away a little. "Mr. Kaposo, I think you will surely teach this damn guy a good lesson for me."
"In view of our previous friendly cooperation, Kaposo will serve you wholeheartedly." Kaposo tapped on the shabby table with his long fingernails, his devil - like eyeballs rolling. "Three living people. I don't think you will refuse. Their hearts are what I urgently need. You know my experiment requires these."
The last time Kaposo was asked to solve some troubles for him, Carver paid the price of ten people. He witnessed those people having their hearts dug out. Those dug - out hearts were still beating, while only their rigid bodies were left and thrown into a large cauldron filled with an unknown liquid. Later, they inexplicably turned into rats. When those still - beating hearts were thrown to them, the rats ate their own hearts.
This was a very bad experience, which made Carver lose his appetite for several days. Even the most delicious food in the world could not arouse his interest. The shadow caused by this horrible experience has not been erased yet.
Carver hesitated.
"Look, our Count Carver is actually hesitating. In that case, please leave. Let that little devil take away everything from you until you also become a penniless commoner, worrying about three meals a day. That kind of experience is not pleasant at all." Kaposo let out a terrifying and gloomy laugh, speaking in a strange tone.
As a former clerk beside Anub'arak, Carver had experienced that kind of life, and he didn't want to go back to that hard life. Affecting his appetite was still better than having nothing to eat. Carver gritted his teeth. "Okay, three people. It's a deal."
Kaposo walked over and put his arm around Carver's slightly plump body. "My good partner, you just need to use money to lure a few people here. It's just a piece of cake for you. Leave the rest to me. But before that, there is one very important thing."
He led Carver to the iron cage in the corner. The several rats in the cage were trembling. He opened the cage, grabbed a rat, and stroked the rat's back. "You know, those damn clergy in the Holy See need you to bribe them."
The Holy See has regulated all supernatural powers in order to make the world's order normal. Supernatural powers are not allowed to interfere in secular affairs. Otherwise, whether they are just or evil, they will be judged by the Holy See and sent to the endless hell, accompanied by darkness. That Kether Tower in the Cursed Land is their best destination. As long as someone is judged by the Holy See and sent to the Cursed Land of Kether Tower, they will never be able to set foot on the land shrouded in holy light again.
When the king and the government need some supernatural powers, they will petition the Holy See. As the secular rulers and the agents of the Holy See in the secular world, they can of course make exceptions occasionally.
But now Carver's matter is obviously just a personal grudge, and there is no possibility of using supernatural powers to interfere. Last time, in order to use supernatural powers, he gave a large sum of wealth to the bishop in Brot City and only then obtained the exemption right to use supernatural powers to retaliate against his opponents.
Those bishops in the Holy See are both servants of God and part of the secular world. Few people can resist the temptation of money, beautiful women and power. Even those servants of God are no exception. In front of the world, they spread the gospel on behalf of God, but at home, they also hope that there are two or three beautiful women lying beside them.
The wealth required to bribe those big shots in the Holy See is not a small amount, but Carver's hatred for Downing made him willing to pay most of his private wealth without hesitation. This was not a problem.
"Okay, I will go and smooth things over." Carver agreed without hesitation.
The wizard Kaposo inserted his long fingernails into the rat's body, and blood flowed out. The weak creature twitched and let out a strange cry because of the pain.
He led the blood into two small wine glasses on the table, handed one to Carver, and Kaposo grinned hideously. "Happy cooperation."
The huge - amount check was put into an envelope, and Carver sent someone to take it to the cathedral in Brot City.
When Bishop Altot saw the huge - amount check in the envelope, his eyes twitched a little. He put away the check and reached out to hold the hand of the person who came. "Merciful Father, thank you for everything you have given us. May you bless my good friend Mr. Carver. He is such a great philanthropist. Please convey my sincere blessing to Count Carver. May he be well."
After the person left, Altot took out the check and admired it contentedly. The number on it was enough to greatly increase his wealth, allowing him to enjoy the best service in the largest private club in Brot City and gain more respect at the gatherings of the upper class.
Someone walked in. It was a paladin of the Holy See, a defender of the Church. He knelt on one knee piously in front of Bishop Altot in Brot City.
"Bishop, I sensed some restless supernatural powers. They are very active. They want to interfere in some secular affairs. And I'm sure this is a matter of abusing supernatural powers to retaliate against others. Someone is going to ignore the warning of the Holy See. Merciful God will never allow such a thing to happen."
Altot pretended to be surprised. "Really, dear Cybertron? I didn't sense it. I think it's because you have just entered the Holy See and have been serving God for a short time, so you are too nervous. I didn't sense any fluctuation of supernatural power at all. I think you should go back and have a good sleep. Don't worry. If such a thing really happens, the Holy See will never tolerate it."
From entering the monastery to study to becoming a paladin, Cybertron was looking forward to personally doing several things to defend the dignity of the Holy See. But few supernatural powers dared to challenge the ban of the Holy See, so he had been idle until now. It was just that his heart suddenly started beating rapidly just now, and that was not without reason. It was a sign of the restlessness of supernatural powers, so he came to the church to volunteer.
Hearing such a reply, Cybertron hesitated. Could it be that he had really misjudged? Recently, his mother's serious illness had indeed distracted him and made him very irritable. Maybe the bishop's judgment was correct.
He left the church, but his heart was still beating faster. The doubts that had been dispelled before reappeared. No, it must be a sign of supernatural powers. His perception was correct, but the bishop seemed to be trying his best to make him think it was just his hallucination.
Why on earth was this? Cybertron walked silently on the street and arrived at the entrance. This was the new residential area in Brot City. Only people with status could live here. Under the protection of God, he became a paladin and got a spacious and bright big house in this new area.
He must do his best to guard this blessing from God, cleanse all the sins in this world for God, and maintain the order created by God. If anyone dares to challenge God's majesty, he will not hesitate to execute them.
Standing at the entrance, he raised his right palm, which had a lot of calluses due to daily hard training. A faint light flickered in the center of his palm. If the rapid beating of the heart could not determine exactly what was going on, then this light from the palm indicated that his perception was correct.
Cybertron turned around and hurried back to the church. It was already evening. Only in the early morning would believers come to participate in the prayer meeting, so the church was very deserted at this time.
Ignoring the sweat on his forehead, he rushed into the inner room of the church and saw an exciting scene. Bishop Altot was slowly taking off a girl's clothes. Her long legs were as white as the holy moonlight, and her collarbone on her shoulders was sexy and charming.
"Damn it, Cybertron, don't you know any manners?" Altot hurriedly put on his red bishop's robe and panicked. The girl also hurriedly put on her clothes.
It seemed that in order to dispel Cybertron's doubts and shock in his heart, if this matter got out, he would be judged by the Holy See and lose his current identity. Altot closed his eyes piously. "Father in heaven, merciful Father, please forgive someone for interrupting your people's obedience to your will."
He wanted to say that this was a good girl coming here for baptism and joining God's embrace. Altot was a little proud of his ability to handle emergencies.
Finally, Altot opened his eyes. "Cybertron, are you crazy?"
Cybertron obviously believed it. A good girl was here, and the only possibility of being in the same room with the bishop was baptism, to enter God's embrace, and he had interrupted this holy ceremony. He knelt on one knee on the ground and shouted. "Merciful Father, I am guilty."
Altot resolved the crisis and straightened his clothes. "Cybertron, at this time, you should be praying with your mother in front of the merciful Father. Why did you come here?"
Cybertron stretched out his palm, and a faint holy light flickered on his right palm. "Bishop, I think my judgment is correct. There must be some restless supernatural powers. We should not be indifferent. This is a desecration of God."
Altot pretended to be surprised and took a look. "Damn it, it seems that I have misunderstood you." But in his heart, he thought, "This stubborn and serious stupid boy. Can't he just turn a blind eye? Why must he be so meddlesome? Can't he just be quiet after going home to eat delicious food?"
If he could be captured by ease, then he would not be Cybertron, Altot thought. "I must find a good way to deal with this difficult guy."
"Okay, Cybertron, I send you to the place where the supernatural powers are awakening to investigate this matter."
Cybertron was as excited as a newborn lamb. He got up and put his right hand on his chest. "In your name, I will go to investigate and send those who dare to challenge God's majesty to where they should go."
After Cybertron left, Altot's mood was extremely bad. "Damn it, bitch, get out of here quickly."
Then he bent over the desk and wrote a letter, tied it to the leg of a carrier pigeon, and watched the figure of the pigeon disappearing into the night. Altot sneered. "Cybertron, I will not allow my future to be affected by today's matter. I can only try my best to make you unable to speak. I'm sorry, pious believer. It's all your own fault."