madnovel Chapter 203 The Ghost of Saint-Vanity
Chapter 203 The Ghost of Saint-Vanity
Chapter 203 The Ghost of Saint-Vanity
Yes, the desire flowing in our bones is the silence of all beings.
The gray alien licked the dwarf's ear canal with its long, sticky, and smooth tongue. From inside his head, the gray monster tasted a sour flavor that excited it.
Through that layer of red skin, the blood vessels in the dwarf's brain were throbbing noisily.
very noisy.
Life, from the moment it is born, is constantly creating unbearable noise.
The gray alien's long, twisted, snake-like tentacles slithered inside the dwarf's clothes. It could hardly control itself, wanting to pierce his heart with its sharp nails and silence the dwarf named Dulin forever.
However, now is not the time; we must restrain ourselves.
The dark red liquid flowed freely on the ground, soaking through Dulin's trouser legs and spreading along the fibers of his pants towards his body.
Faint footsteps approached from afar.
Time is running out; we must learn the necessary knowledge from the dwarves.
Learn from him, imitate him, and then become him.
The alien coiled its smooth, sea monster-like gray body around the dwarf's torso, pried open his mouth, and then, in a bizarre posture, shared a deep, all-encompassing kiss with Dulin—
Or, to put it more accurately, it pushed its tongue and mouthparts into Dulin's throat.
The basement was filled with nauseating, sticky, and damp noises.
Ah, dear Jauss, at the beginning of all things and at the end of all things, we heard your call in the endless silence!
We are your eternal servants of your supreme will!
"Durin! Durin!"
Gebu frantically slapped the dwarf's face, his own hands aching from the blows, but the dwarf didn't react at all. The dwarf's skin was incredibly thick!
"Please allow me to help!"
Bishop Tissant pushed Geb aside, knelt down in the spilled wine without hesitation, placed his palms on Dulin's chest, and then silently recited a prayer.
Just then, Mikoto and Chloe, having heard the screams, arrived at the underground wine cellar. Mikoto decisively made way through the panicked nuns, pulling her sister along as they ran into the wine cellar.
Upon seeing Dulin lying in the red pool, the swordswoman let out a gasp.
"Dulin!"
"Don't worry, he's not dead," Gebu quickly said. "You heard the screams too?"
The woman with the sword nodded. She felt relieved after hearing what Gebu said and wanted to come up and help, but then realized there was nothing she could do.
Seeing Tissanthemum using divine magic to heal, Chloe's eyes lit up and she quickly stepped forward, saying, "Please allow me to help!"
Tissanthem nodded, and the two sat facing each other beside Dulin, invoking divine power. Divine magic flowed visibly through Dulin's body.
During the treatment, the woman with the sword walked to Gebu's side and whispered, "What exactly happened?"
Geb shook his head. "I don't know—a monk took Dulin to visit the wine cellar, but they didn't come out for a long time. A nun came to check on them out of curiosity and found Dulin lying in a pool of blood—of course, it was just wine."
At this point, Geb suddenly caught a whiff of something. Amidst the pungent smell of wine, a familiar scent was tantalizing the goblin's sensitive nose.
Hmm—let me look for it.
Geb followed the scent toward rows of wine barrels in the cellar. Just as the woman was about to ask, Dulin coughed.
"She's awake!" the swordswoman exclaimed, quickly moving closer.
Tissanthemum showed a relieved expression, supporting the dwarf's back and helping him sit up. Having just cast a healing spell, the bishop's complexion was slightly flushed, and his breathing was steady, while Sister Chloe, who had helped, was panting, with beads of sweat on her forehead.
"Thank you for your hard work, Sister Chloe. I appreciate your help." Tissanthemum nodded to the nun. Chloe's eyes flickered, as if she wanted to say something, but the bishop's attention had already shifted to the dwarf Durin.
"Breathe slowly, don't rush."
"Stone Ancestor, I am a married man, stay away from me, succubus!"
Dulin's loud shout silenced everyone present.
After a few seconds, the dwarf realized what was happening, looked at the people around him, and scratched his head sheepishly.
"—I'm still half asleep, please don't mind."
"Hey, you didn't drink too much and try to grope the nun, did you—" Dove said with a dark expression, "I didn't expect you, with your thick eyebrows and big eyes—"
"Nonsense! How could someone from the prestigious Golden Fertilizer Clan do such a thing!" Dulin argued, muttering things like "a gentleman" in Dwarven language. "Besides, the one showing me around was clearly a male monk."
"By the way, where did that monk go? Maybe he knows what happened," Chloe interjected, wiping the sweat from her brow.
Several people simultaneously turned and scanned the large cellar, but saw no one else. Tissanthemum asked the nun who had discovered the scene, and she said she hadn't seen anyone else, nor had she seen anyone leave the cellar.
As everyone hesitated, Gebu's voice came from a corner of the cellar.
"The Swordswoman! Tissah!"
Several people rushed to the source of the sound, and when they saw the scene in front of Gebu, they couldn't help but gasp in shock.
Inside an empty, open barrel, a naked man was broken in half and then folded up and stuffed inside, his limbs and head squeezed together like a grotesque human sunflower.
Something was haphazardly stuffed into his mouth. At this moment, the corpse's mouth loosened, and the object slipped out of his teeth and fell to the ground with a thud.
It is an Obak emblem stained with black blood, bitten and twisted, representing disdain for the gods.
"Obak bless!" Tissah exclaimed, her face ashen.
"This is a murder. Your Grace, please inform everyone in the monastery to travel in pairs, make sure no one is alone, lock the doors and windows, and stay in their rooms without moving around—Sword Girl, you stay with me, we must not leave Your Grace's side," Geb said quickly. "You are the most valuable target in this monastery, we must ensure your safety, Your Grace."
Tissanthemum pondered for a moment, then looked up to meet Geb's gaze and said, "A monk was murdered in the monastery—I must report this to the Inquisition. However, what we were discussing earlier cannot be delayed."
"At this point, you're still—" Gebu retorted. "Isn't the most important thing right now to protect everyone's safety and catch the criminal?"
"If the court intervenes to investigate this murder, we'll probably both be waiting in the monastery for months," Tissant said, her voice low and menacing. "No, this must not be leaked. You're right, we must catch the murderer quickly, ensure the safety of everyone in the monastery—then, you all leave as soon as possible, and I'll stay to deal with the aftermath."
"As expected of a politician, he knows how to prioritize." Gebu thought.
The situation was urgent, and Gebu was only focused on solving the murder case. He hadn't considered what kind of trouble he and his group would get into after the court intervened.
I'm a wizard, and once my identity was investigated, even cases that weren't my doing were made to look like I was.
Dove and Chloe overheard their conversation. Before Dove could grasp what was happening, Chloe reacted first.
"How about this, Your Excellency, in your name, I will notify everyone in the monastery to gather in the chapel. This will ensure everyone's safety. Then, Your Excellency, my sister and Mr. Geb can use this time to search for the murderer," Chloe said cleverly. "Please rest assured, I will keep my mouth shut and will not reveal the priest's murder."
"What's it to you?" Gebu thought to himself. This younger sister of the swordswoman was quite good at finding opportunities to show off, which was a stark contrast to her straightforward and somewhat dim-witted older sister.
Tissanthem turned to Chloe and nodded. "It's just time for dinner. Tell Sister Martha that there will be two extra evening study sessions after dinner. Everyone must attend. I will be there in person afterwards."
Chloe immediately performed a sacramental bow, and before leaving the cellar, she made a point of approaching Geb and respectfully bowing to him: "At the banquet earlier, I didn't have a chance to properly introduce myself to you. I am Chloe Eaglewood, the sister of Doveennis. It's a pity that we meet on this occasion."
After speaking, the girl raised her gray-blue eyes, pursed her lips, and looked at Gebu with a charming and touching expression.
"Ah, it's nothing. The scene where I met your sister was much bloodier than this. It's nice to meet you, Blade Girl—?!"
""
Before he could finish speaking, the woman with the sword grabbed Gebu by the collar and pulled him away.
"Don't get any ideas about my sister."
"She initiated the conversation with me?!"
"That won't do either!"
After Chloe left the cellar, Tissanthem checked on Dulin's condition: apart from still being confused, the dwarf had no wounds on his body, and his breathing and heartbeat were normal.
"How much do you remember, Dulin?" Geb asked.
The dwarf Dulin's eyebrows furrowed as he strained to recall.
remember.
remember.
The dwarf's constipated expression suddenly relaxed.
"You remember now?!" Gebu asked quickly.
"I give up," the dwarf said with a relieved expression.
"You better remember, you bastard!!"
"Can't remember? — You're forcing me like this —"
Dulin mumbled and stammered for a long time before finally recalling some useful information. It turned out that after the monk led the dwarf into the cellar, he disappeared without a trace.
"That guy didn't say a word, he just led me deeper into the cellar. I asked him questions, but he didn't answer. At that point, I felt something was wrong, so I said goodbye and turned to leave—but then, that person—that person he—"
The dwarf looked terrified, as if he had recalled something horrifying.
"Stop talking nonsense—there's no time for you to react now." Geb grabbed the dwarf's shoulder and shook him.
"That person, he, he blossomed!"