Chapter 809: The Voice Behind

Rogge's pace is not fast.

On the dark road, the warm firelight flowing from the lantern illuminated the road that seemed to be almost covered by weeds because few people passed by.

Indeed, very few people go this way.

Looking at the ground covered with weeds, if you don't look carefully, you can't even recognize a road, Rogge couldn't help shaking his head.

Along the road, Rogge walked in the silent darkness for nearly half an hour.

Relying on identifying the ground that was not completely covered by weeds, Rogge finally came to the church in his impression.

That's right.

He remembered correctly.

With the light of the lantern, what appeared in his vision was a huge cathedral with scorched flames everywhere.

From the outside, it can also be vaguely seen that this church was very delicate and gorgeous before it was burned down.

Rogge thought as his eyes fixed on the relief on the outer wall of the door that was not completely burned and still had some outlines left.

What a pity, why did it burn down?

He seemed to be able to imagine, if someone came here to visit, what kind of sentences would be used to grow the magnificence and style of this church.

It's a pity that this scene will no longer happen.

There will be no outsiders in this town either.

However, Rogge did not forget the "job" he was entrusted with.

He did not enter the church directly, but moved to the left side of the church.

In the dark and silent night, with the light of the lantern, Rogge found the tombstone mentioned by the lamp seller without much effort.

The tombstone of that tomb was different from the pitch-black church full of burn marks, and there were no scorched black marks. Obviously, it was not affected by the flames, or it was erected after the fire.

Walking over, Roger looked at the tombstone by the light of the lantern.

[To Hurley alone, devout nun]

There are not many words on the tombstone, and Rogge, who is literate, can recognize what those words say.

However, just as he was about to pay homage to the lamp seller according to the entrustment of the lamp seller, he suddenly discovered that there was something shining above the tombstone.

is round

coin?

Roger stopped and walked forward.

Immediately, he found an exquisite coin on the tombstone.

On the coin, there is a long and narrow black trace.

It seemed to be a living thing, and it seemed to be just a carbon trace left by a scorched thing.

However, with this carbon-like black, the coin appears even more delicate.

After getting the money, Rogge flipped the coin subconsciously.

Snapped--

As the coin fell into the palm of his hand, Rogge once again remembered the black cloth package he had just received from the postman because of the action of tossing and catching the coin.

Holding the coin, Roger looked down at his light and loose coat after it had been emptied of stuffing.

After thinking for a while, Rogge put away the coin, put the dark golden coin into another pocket, and took out the palm-sized thing wrapped in black cloth.

After looking around and placing the lantern on top of the tombstone, Rogge opened the package wrapped in layers of black cloth by the light of the fire.

The things inside were clearly presented in his eyes.

It was a broken book.

Yes, a broken book.

Did you send it wrong?

Roger's mood of anticipation sank.

He didn't know anyone out of town at all, and he didn't think anyone would send him something through the post office.

But this thing

Somewhat disappointed, Rogge opened the broken book.

[I will bring you out of trouble, and you shall have no other gods before me]

[You shall not make carved images of yourself or others, you shall not carve my image, you shall not bow down to those images. Those who hate me and those who disobey me will surely lose their sleep, from father to son to the third and fourth generations]

What's this?

Looking at these obscure sentences that did not match the spoken language, Rogge felt inexplicably familiar.

But at this time, suddenly, a strong sense of trance accompanied by burning pain flooded his body.

"ah!!!"

Roger wanted to scream and struggle.

However, his desire to survive seemed to be completely overwhelmed by this intense pain, and his eyes gradually became dull.

In front of him, the lantern slid down from the tombstone and hit the ground, and the flames fell on the ground along with the lamp oil.

At the same time, a voice sounded from behind him.

Maybe in the morning, maybe in the afternoon, maybe in the evening.

All of this, in this place where there is only night, there is no difference.

A young man in a black coat lined with a black waistcoat holds a bouquet of flowers and stands in a clearing.

The young man with a dazed expression shook his head and came to his senses.

"Master Nissa."

A voice sounded, making the young man turn his head involuntarily.

An old man in a gray overcoat, holding a lantern, came not far from him:

"The carriage has been repaired, we can set off."

"I, I know."

The young man nodded, and followed the old man to the carriage that stopped not far away.

After the young and the old got into the car, the driver waved his whip——

Snapped--

Accompanied by the neighing of horses and the sound of wheels crushing pebbles, the carriage moved forward slowly.

In the swaying carriage, the young man held a bouquet and looked out the window in a daze.

What are you here for?

Yes, I want to go home.

Go back to the home he left as a child and find his father.

His father also returned to that remote town a few years ago.

He didn't like such a remote place.

Because, coming here means that he will lose his past life.

Those beautiful nuns in the church, those courtesans who were turned into nuns under various banners by the church people, he will never see again.

However, suddenly, he felt that nothing was wrong.

Tired of doing it too many times?

The young man thought with some doubts.

Looking at the direction of the carriage and the direction of the small town in his impression, nothing could be revealed in the darkness, but the young man was looking forward to it.

For some reason, he suddenly began to look forward to the new life he was about to experience.

Why is this?

After advancing for a long time, when the young man dozed off in a daze, the butler's voice sounded again.

"Master! Master! Master Nisa!"

The young man came to his senses, got out of the carriage in a daze, and saw the coachman and the old butler standing aside, looking at him.

"What's wrong?" the young man asked with some doubts.

However, no one answered him.

But when the young man came to his senses, the housekeeper, the carriage, and the driver had all disappeared.

He stood alone in the cold and silent darkness, a lantern that was about to run out of oil was slowly emitting light under his feet.

Seemingly remembering something, the young man raised the lantern and stood up, walking towards the church.

At the position where he just stood up, a delicate coin was lying on the ground, and not far away, a charred tombstone stood there.