Someone entered the church. It was a woman wearing a fashionable red coat and a black round hat with a red rose ornament inserted on the brim. Her fair legs were extremely alluring.
But Altoit was no longer in the mood to care about these things. He waved his hand. "The Holy See is closed. Please leave quickly."
Alice didn't want to stay in Blot City for too long, otherwise she would be exposed. Foster was no longer stupid. She had to solve this matter today.
She took off her round hat and held it in her arms, revealing flaming red hair like fire. "Sir attendant, I'm not here to admire the divine might. I just have something to tell you. I think you don't mind introducing me to your bishop." Her plump red lips bounced with the frequency of speaking, full of elasticity and hard to refuse.
Who would refuse the request of such a beautiful woman? If there is one, then he must not be a man. Alice was very satisfied with her performance.
"Damn it, get out." Altoit's patience had reached its limit. He ignored Alice's teasing.
Alice was a bit annoyed. She had been ignored. "Well, I think you must not want to know that someone wants to kill your Holy See's paladin."
Altoit's pupils dilated and his face turned pale. For the first time, he looked at the woman in front of him so carefully. In his heart, he began to cheer. "Merciful God, this must be Your will. Let her fall into the trap herself."
Altoit came to his senses. Enthusiastically, he went up and took Alice's hand and held and stroked it with both hands. "Elegant lady, God bless you. Please allow me to introduce myself. Altoit, the cardinal of the Blot Holy See. I think what you just said is very serious. We can talk in private."
In Altoit's room, Alice couldn't wait to throw out her condition. "Five thousand Caesars, and I'll tell you."
"Stupid woman, this is the last word you said." Altoit thought evilly. He poured a glass of water and handed it over. "I think you must be tired after a long journey. Drink some water first." He had already regarded Alice as the witness who witnessed that incident.
This woman must be silenced forever. This matter will be buried and no one will ever know how the paladin died.
Alice thought she had succeeded. She was a bit excited. Five thousand Caesars was not a small amount. She had to work hard for a year to earn it. And next, the other party would definitely bargain, but she would never back down half a step because of the disrespect shown to her earlier.
Seeing Alice drink the water in the cup, Altoit grinned sinisterly. "Sleep, stupid woman. You won't feel any pain. After you die, I will find a good place to bury you."
The cup in Alice's hand fell to the ground and she fell down. She would never have thought that because of her endless greed, she had lost her life.
Putting the body in a sack, Altoit pushed open a small hidden door on the wall. Usually, those prostitutes were brought in from this place to avoid being seen and spread out.
At night, Altoit carried the body to the wilderness on the outskirts of the city. He didn't even need to dig a pit. The wolves in the wilderness were enough to make all the evidence disappear. Then, even if someone traced it down, there could be a perfect excuse.
Standing in the distance and watching the wolves drag away and tear up the body, Altoit showed a sinister smile. He couldn't wait to write a letter and tell Turan.
"Friend, don't worry. The problem is solved. You don't have to hide and live a hard life."
"Hasn't Alice come back yet?" Foster was very worried about Alice's safety. More importantly, he missed her. In his heart, he had already regarded Alice as his relative. As for the unpleasantness in the past, let him forget it. Life has to move forward, right?
The brothel owner shook his head. He was also a bit worried, but what he worried about was that the brothel was short of a girl who could earn money. "Usually when those girls go to Blot City for treatment, they will return the next day. Honorable guest, if you find out any news, remember to tell me. Alice is like my daughter. I understand your feelings at this moment. God bless her to be safe."
It had been three days. Foster felt that he had to do something. Yesterday, he had reported the case to the security office. As a middle-level government staff member, those security officers in the security office would not underestimate this matter. When Aroweya and his two companions disappeared, the security office only made a registration. For Alice's matter, they had mobilized all available security officers to inquire and even notified Blot City, but still there was no news.
Having killed the wizard Caposo who intervened in worldly affairs, but almost died at the hands of that mysterious wizard, Cybertron was very unwilling. His injury recovered quickly due to the effect of holy light. He went to Turan's residence to investigate. After learning that the wizard had escaped on the night he was injured, he decided to return to the Holy See in Blot City to report back. As for the escaped wizard, he would of course continue to pursue.
Before that, Cybertron returned to the place where the fierce battle took place on that rainy night. The ground was already dry. He found the iron crow badge left behind after Caposo's death and went to the local government to erase Caposo's name from the register of supernatural forces.
The deceased supernatural force possessor needs to be supplemented and registered on the roster. As for the iron crow medal, he will take it back to the Holy See and it will become the best proof of his achievements.
Coming out of the government building, the sun was shining brightly, making people feel great. Cybertron still had a huge doubt. Who exactly saved him? He was not stupid enough to think that he unconsciously walked back to the town that night and fell down at the door of the kind-hearted person who rescued him.
After handling these matters, he ran into an acquaintance head-on. Foster was in a low mood. He walked up and didn't even want to say hello.
"Sir, things here are over. I'm leaving." Cybertron felt that he had to say goodbye to this government clerk who had shared a room with him.
Foster just responded simply. After walking a few steps, he hurriedly turned back and caught up with the paladin. "Mr. Cybertron, are you planning to return to Blot?"
Cybertron nodded. "Friend, you seem to have something on your mind?"
Foster told Cybertron about Alice. "Mr. Paladin, for the sake of our having shared a room before, help me and inquire about Alice for me. Please."
Cybertron patted Foster on the shoulder. "Kind friend, this matter is my duty. Wait for my good news. I believe your sweetheart should be fine. However..."
Finally, a smile appeared on Foster's face, but he didn't understand that Cybertron seemed to have something he didn't want to say. "Mr. Paladin, just say it. I won't mind."
"I think that girl who only has money in her eyes is not worthy of you. Sorry, this is my intuition. I hope my intuition is wrong." Cybertron was a bit sorry.
Foster's smile froze and his face became ugly. "Cybertron, I don't like to hear these words. She is my relative. Please take back what you just said."
"I'm very sorry." Cybertron apologized and then left.
After the paladin left the town, Donningheard the news. All the obstacles had been removed. At this time, it was time to continue taking action. Those poor people in the slums should almost drive Caffo crazy, right? Thinking like this, Donningbegan to work on his next plan. He wanted to make Caffo suffer humiliation and torture and then send him to hell.
Coming out of the secret passage of Caffo's huge manor, Wolcott straightened his top hat. As a financial advisor to Caffo, he had witnessed Caffo's rise and those dirty transactions in the dark. He had also received a lot of hush money from Caffo. Now, the richest local tycoon: his employer had become a big liar, a profiteer, and an immoral person in people's mouths. This change made him sigh.
"Poor Count Caffo, I sympathize with your situation." Wolcott, who said this, had a mocking and sarcastic expression on his face. The corner of his mouth twisted and he smiled. The "fangs" that had been hidden for many years finally showed. He had long coveted those huge fortunes. Every day, he had to witness the luxurious life of Count Caffo when he was in his prime. No one would not be jealous when seeing that kind of life.
Once he was just a small clerk in a bank. Every day, he had to be servile to attract large customers' deposits. Until later, when he met Caffo, his several financial management suggestions were noticed by Caffo, and he became Caffo's financial advisor. He deeply understood the power of wealth and longed to possess it.
Now the opportunity had come. He had already begun to conceive his plan. However, Caffo, who was forced to a desperate situation, seemed not completely collapsed. He attached great importance to his wealth. Every time he proposed a suggestion, Caffo would think carefully and several of them were rejected.
"Wolcott, true feelings are shown in times of adversityI feel it. In my glorious days, those government officials almost broke down my threshold. Now that I am in trouble, they all stay away. Only you are still willing to serve me. As long as we get through this difficult time, I will share my wealth with you."
When leaving, Caffo's words were still in Wolcott's mind. He would not believe it. Only a fool would share his wealth with others. Caffo was not a fool.
When passing by the door, the poor people from the slums at the gate of the manor shouted. "Caffo, big liar, come out quickly and kneel down in front of us to repent. You almost took away our wealth."
Pebbles and some miscellaneous items were thrown into the gate of the manor. No one cleaned them up. The servants had already escaped. The security officers of the security office had come here before, but just took a look and left. They didn't want to incur public anger. Wolcott even shouted a few words together with the poor people at the gate and then left.
In the evening, with a steak, a fried egg sandwich, and a glass of red wine, Wolcott was thinking about how to seize Caffo's property. Since those peaceful suggestions didn't work, then use threats. His patience had also reached its limit.
Aroweya and the two poor boys who disappeared were handled by him personally for Caffo. If Caffo was unwilling to hand over his wealth, then he would have to go to the security hall and expose this matter. Wealth was certainly very precious, but compared to being sent to the gallows for murder, wealth was insignificant. I just hope Caffo is smart enough to understand this.
Having decided on a new plan, Wolcott started to use his knife and fork. There was a knock on the door.
Wolcott got up and opened the door. He saw an elegant young man. The young man took off his politeness and put it on his chest. "Sir, please allow me to introduce myself. DonningStewart."