Rich District of Liam City.

Antoine looked in the mirror, and her wide burqa was still a little tight. His shop was mainly scattered in Liam City, and the only one Rhela once operated on the Cross Street.

Due to the location, the explosion did not affect the store, so Antoine's losses were almost gone in this incident.

Even because some of the shops in which he traveled were destroyed and spices were in short supply, his turnover increased by a large margin in a short period of time, and then he saw the familiar name in the newspaper in the morning.

"That guy died?!"

Restraining his thoughts of running to the lower city to meet Lawrence, Antoine decided to attend the prayer ceremony the next morning.

He is not a believer and does not want to remember anything.

I only heard a few words occasionally, and it seemed that Sigmun's death was not that simple, but he couldn't find out the specifics. With this curiosity, after being filled with food in a crazily, Antoine came to the door of the Cathedral of Morning Light.

As the sun set, devout believers came one after another. They didn't say a word but just prayed quietly.

As time passed, more and more people gathered. Mayor Wallace originally wanted to send someone to maintain order, but after approaching the Cathedral of Morning Light, people quickly calmed down.

As midnight approaches, the streets near the Cathedral of Chenxi were already blocked, and people were still approaching here one after another.

No one noticed a normal figure mixed in the crowd.

Sigmun raised his head, the hood on his face covered his face, and there were many believers in similar dress, dense crowds of people sitting or kneeling.

But the whole street was so weird that it didn't make any noise.

This is the operation of the Oracle Church in the Kingdom of Eland for 20 years. He slowly moved forward, found a location not far or near, and secretly estimated it and merged into the crowd.

Time passes, night fades, and morning light is about to come.

Eric walked up to the platform in the dark red robe of the priest.

Meanwhile, in front of the investigation and consulting company, rambler Hobbs took Marek to draw a starry gate.

When the door was pushed open, the scene changed, and the two appeared at the top of the Dawn Cathedral.

At the edge of the dome, Igor Green's white robe flew like the Holy Spirit of the World, and he looked back at Marek.

"You should know my purpose, Liam is at my feet."

"Are you demon hunters going to be enemies of the entire city?"

At this time, Igor Green was completely in a victorious posture.

"Many people say you are a reckless guy, but what happened in recent days told me that you are much more rational than most people. You know very well when you can go crazy and when you need to endure."

Marek took a few steps forward and stood on the edge of the dome without guardrails and looked down.

It was just dawn, but the morning at the end of June no longer affected normal sight. The spiritual power was surging below, and it was Eric preparing for the morning light to pray.

As if he was casually sweeping through the crowd and noticing several of them, Marek felt at ease.

Safry came indeed, and the one standing beside him should be the 6th-level rune master, Newcomer. Thinking of the preparations they had when they met before, Marek took a deep breath and approached Igor Green.

"What are you going to do?!"

Hobbs, a stroller, asked in a deep voice, not far behind him.

He was worried about what impulsive things Marek would do.

"It's okay, Hobbs." Igor Green didn't care.

Marek still didn't say anything, but lowered his head and found the familiar figure near the platform.

Mayor Wallace.

As an extraordinary person, Marek's emotional gaze quickly attracted Wallace's attention. He raised his head and intertwined with Marek's gaze.

At this time, Wallace was arranged to be near the high platform. When Igor Green arrives, he will become the nearest non-priest.

He and Marek had a good personal relationship and had a harmonious cooperation, but it was related to his political future. According to the church's methods, he could not only solve the subsequent impact of this incident, but also unite the hearts of the whole city.

He had to make rational rather than emotional decisions, and he could only say apologies to Sigmun and Marek.

He raised his head and a trace of pity flashed across Wallace's face.

He had seen Igor's method, which was a terrible guy who abandoned all the so-called morality, honor and disgrace, and only took the interests of the church as the starting point.

"The clock tower area is under construction, and I have convinced the municipal councillors and some of the major noble merchants that we will build a memorial square there, and how about let the statue of Sigmun appear there?" Above the dome, Igor Green continued to speak.

"There is no need to be Sigmun. You can completely fabricate a person to bear all this. Why must he be a demon hunter?" Marek asked the doubt in his heart.

Igor did not answer. An ordinary person could not bear such responsibility, and his purpose was not just to increase the church's reputation in the city.

This is just the first step. Once Marek compromises, the next plan can be implemented gradually. The more the demon hunters take away in this city, he will take back.

"Give me your answer."

"No, never!"

Hearing Marek's answer, Igor not only did not get angry, but instead showed a smile.

"You have been to Xiacheng District. What's the environment there? At this time, many people should have gotten up and started a busy day of work. Well, the flowers in front of the door are good. I like this house..."

Listening to Igor's inexplicable words, Marek looked puzzled, but at this moment he suddenly noticed the silver light in Igor's eyes.

"Your Gintama, your spiritual body! Where have you gone?"

Marek growled and stepped forward suddenly, but Igor just glanced at him lightly.

【still】

Thoughts seemed to have rusted. Marek stopped stiffly in front of Eagle. The two of them faced each other. Marek could clearly see the silver light and indifference in Eagle's eyes.

"You said, is the living important or the dead important?"

"You care about the demon hunter, and the demon hunter cares about his relatives, so the problem is very simple. You, including anyone behind you, can't stop a Gintama Messenger!"

If I wanted to kill an ordinary person, it wouldn't be much harder than breaking a flower on the windowsill.

"Wow, a warm little house, did your dead companion grow up here?" The silver light flashed in his eyes, and Igor's spiritual body seemed to be wandering in another scene.

"You are a level 6, you are a superman, don't you have the pride and honor of a strong man?" asked Marek.

“I can do anything as long as the church needs it.”

Igor's eyes were cold, "You must remember that the young man's relative died because of your stubbornness."

"I promise you, I promise you everything! Leave that house!" Marek shouted loudly.

At this moment, the prayer below ended, Eric opened his hands and sang the name of Igor, while the first ray of morning light crossed the dome.

"It's time for me to come on stage. I hope we'll have a pleasant conversation later."

Igor glanced at Marek and took a step in the air.

But at this moment, in an ordinary house far away on the other side of the city, a girl named Teresa looked at the silver spirit that appeared in her room and asked an ordinary question.
Chapter completed!