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"This conflict between the Salvation Army and our St. Mellon Parish is well known. To be fair, Second Lieutenant Charles's body is still at the Sheriff's Department Notary's Office awaiting autopsy." He paused: "They said Anthony shot him. Him, but you don’t think so, right?”

Joe had to admit that was the case.

The two priests sent by Petit to assist, or rather monitor, his work were eccentric, but respectable.

"I know that witchcraft can cause such results." Petty pointed to his heart: "If you put a bullet here in advance, and then use witchcraft to ignite the gunpowder, you can indeed fake the consequences of the shooting, but The shell casings will stay.”

"Can a wizard still do this?" Joe was extremely surprised.

He felt it was magical at first, but soon found it troublesome.

Once the possible involvement of supernatural forces is considered, all cases will be filled with countless doubts and entanglements.

"Of course it can. Witchcraft is the power of using the elements of nature for one's own use. Even for apprentices, it is not difficult to light a fire from a distance." Petty's statement is somewhat novel compared to the teachings, and even counts in the eyes of some conservatives. Apostasy.

"Second Lieutenant Charles showed something strange in the last few hours of his life. Before his death, he seemed to want to find a young man in the workhouse under the pretext of searching for missing soldiers. That was probably you. This was probably instigated by someone from the Holy Grail Society. Or it was caused by manipulating his mind. But due to his past experience, this doubt was not accepted by the courts of both parties."

"We found the location of the bullet casing at the scene. It was still hot when it fell off the bullet. Based on the burn marks on the weeds and wet mud on the ground, we can confirm that it did not fall from Anthony's gun. In fact The cartridge case of the revolver did not fall out after being fired, but Second Lieutenant Charles’ men repeatedly pestered him, thinking that Reverend Anthony might also have mastered witchcraft and caused unknowable changes, so we had to continue the trial.”

"So, I applied for someone to go over and further examine the wounds on the corpse. But considering that the city's military department has not had a transcendent join for a long time, and the thinking is still the same as it was fifty years ago, they will probably block us for a while, trying to fight for those boring words power and prestige. And the person who caused this incident will definitely destroy the traces on the body during that time. Once the body is destroyed, we and the senior military officials will definitely be addicted to the pleasure of blaming each other and have no time to manage business. .”

"Then what can we do to solve those problems?"

Just talking to Petty about how disrespectful the church was, Joe Mani didn't give the military a good look.

Although he is from the military, it does not mean that he has any favorable impression of the military.

It should be said that it was because of being a soldier that he disliked the Kingdom's military department.

A large number of people were encouraged to go to the battlefield by their school teachers. Although Joe was lucky enough not to go to the front line, many of his classmates and friends failed to come back.

People in the military have no sympathy for these soldiers, and too many families of fallen soldiers have not received fair compensation.

Petty shook his head slightly: "It's impossible to solve them, but I have convinced the people from the General Security Department to let them send the most elite police officers to take turns taking care of the body. This was the case until Lieutenant Charles' body was sent to the hospital. Once the body leaves the notary office, we will send someone to accompany it all the way, which can prevent people from the Holy Grail Society from coming into contact with the body to the greatest extent."

"What if no one from the Holy Grail Society came to destroy the body?"

"you mean?"

"Even if the traces of witchcraft are exposed, it doesn't prove that it was a third-party intervention, right? The Salvation Army people have been talking about it, maybe they really know some witchcraft." Joe shrugged, he was not optimistic this arrangement.

"Don't worry, the people in the Salvation Army are not despicable heretics."

Patty confides something worse as Joe is reassured: "They are real heathens."

"ah?"

Joe didn't react yet.

Although paranoid, the Salvation Army was also known as a firm believer in the military. He did not expect that Father Petty would evaluate them as a heretic.

“Don’t they also believe in Heavenly Father?”

"They just thought they were believing in Heavenly Father." Petty looked at Joe's blue eyes: "I don't know what sounds they heard in the depths of those oceans and polar regions, but those sounds obviously did not come from Heavenly Father, and they were not calm. They can't even get rid of those auditory hallucinations. Such people can't even meditate, and it's impossible to master the ability to cast spells."

"That's okay."

Joe thought for a while and then asked doubtfully: "You are so sure that the Sheriff can resist the secret operations of the Holy Grail Society, how can they resist the wizard?"

Peidi walked behind the table and sat down: "You will know later."

Now, he also took over the work of the director of the studio for a day, because the latter was taken in for questioning.

Until the director returned, he had to suspend his activities in the church, where other priests helped to abide.

Marietta took ten days off to find the mysterious tall man.

Although this was against the rules of the post office, Mary had never taken a vacation before, and no one would care about her occasional willfulness.

St. Alvin's Parish is far more filthy than other areas.

Here, there is still white, low-quality whale oil with recycling value flowing in the mud. The fishy smell can even penetrate into the bones of residents. Rusty and damaged parts are inserted into the wall as anti-theft stabs, but some of them have stabbed the homeowners and caused serious injuries. Death from tetanus.

Because it is close to a train station, a large amount of valuable but unwanted garbage is thrown off the train every day.

These things alone would have made the poor of that parish richer than elsewhere.

But my health is even worse.

So many people here use low-quality whale oil that lung disease has become almost a local specialty.

Marietta once lived here, but when she was a child, it didn't become what it is now.

She misses her childhood.

She could still remember the people she knew at that time, and the people she could still consider as friends now were the same people as back then.

Because she only remembers them, on the other hand, the probability of remaining friends with them is greater.

The girls at Broken Wings made up the majority of her friends.

These girls have always refused Mary's help. Even if they are reduced to this, they still hope to be able to hold their heads high when facing their friends.

Because of the difference in financial situation, they became a little distant, but they were still willing to talk to Mary.

Until recently, that changed.

On the day Mary met the mysterious man, she walked into the club as she had done in the past, but those friends hid in the dressing room and refused to meet her, and the request to write letters was also made through the door.

When Mary asked them why they refused to show up, their answer was simply "it's not convenient to see people."

It was precisely because of this that she didn't chat much with them that day. She just wrote the letter as required and hurried back to the post office.

In the past few days, when she was looking for the man who was following the club and who was most likely a detective, because of the last words he said, she would also wonder if her friends were involved in a certain incident or did something wrong. So much so that detectives were drawn to investigate them.

Mary searched for several days, but the man never appeared again.

So she didn't bother to run around anymore, and simply stood where he met her for the first time, leaning against the wall and waiting for him.

If someone who didn't know the inside story looked at it, they might think that she was spying on the strip club instead of that person's job.

A few days later, she also discovered something strange about her friends.

It seems like they don’t go out anymore.

Mary could not forcefully break into the dressing room and break in to ask what was going on. She could only wait for the man to come over before asking about them.

She had waited for today.

But instead of waiting for the man to show up, he waited until his friend went out.

A woman wrapped in a gray cloak emerged from the club's exit.

Because her face was also covered tightly, leaving only a small space for observation, she did not notice Mary's presence and passed directly in front of her.

Marietta experienced for the first time what she had inflicted on others.

"Sylvia."

She shouted into the winding alley. Although she didn't see the face, she could identify this as a friend she knew just by her figure and pace.

The petite figure wrapped in a cloak only trembled after hearing the call. Instead of stopping, he quickened his pace, not caring about the splashing of dirty water in the alley.

Mary didn't care anymore, she just chased after him sincerely.

"Sylvia, what's wrong with everyone recently? What troubles do you have that you can't tell me?"

They chased in the alley, kicking up a few pebbles and beer bottle caps from time to time to scare away the rats that were foraging for food near the garbage.

Mary is not as familiar with the terrain here as her opponent, but her running skills are better.

In less than five minutes, she caught up with him.

"Sylvia, you really should tell me what happened?"

Sylvia was still breathing, and Mary was able to calmly ask her questions. Then she heard her friend screaming at her with a tearful voice.

"Don't come near me!"