Devil's Bible

Chapter 30 Growth
The matter was roughly resolved before nightfall.

About seventeen people died this time. Most of the people who had migrated there died, along with many local villagers who had helped the migrants settle down.

Op said with deep sorrow that everything was a disaster brought about by the well-hidden, deeply mutated nest beasts.

He will actively help those who lost family members in this disaster so that they don't have to worry about making a living in the days to come.

Afterwards, Oppe gently comforted the grieving families and said that everything would be alright.

Isabella stood not far away, softly praying that these people could go to God's heaven, while calmly watching Op's performance.

She was unwilling to convict someone based solely on appearances.

But at this moment, she felt a deep sense of disgust towards the seemingly responsible village chief.

"They've covered it up so well," Isabella thought to herself.

She couldn't sense any emotion from Op, either because Op himself had no feelings about the matter and everything was just a show.

Or perhaps Op possesses spiritual cultivation, enabling him to control his emotions.

But regardless of the version, they all tell the truth—Op was the one who started this whole thing.

Jacques harbors a deep hatred for Nemes because of his family background, but Isabella does not. She knows perfectly well that Op is the one with the bigger problem.

Perhaps noticing Isabella's gaze, Op turned to look at her, a forced smile appearing on his plump face.

It really looks like someone who has encountered something terrible and has no heart to entertain their important guests.

If it were someone else, they might have developed a lot of goodwill towards Oppein because of this.

Isabella was still young, and she found herself unable to offer him a fake smile.

"What should we do next?" Isabella's thoughts wandered, but she couldn't help but recall the tragic emotions she felt at the scene where the incident had occurred.

She is now certain that the emotion came from Benjamin, who, in his final moments, still clung to some belief and wanted to tell her something.

Isabella found it hard to ignore those emotions.

She is a very sensitive person; she can shed tears for other people's tragic stories and be happy for their joys.

If she were to simply let this matter go, she felt she would feel guilty about it for the rest of her life.

Those dying words will become tinnitus for her for the rest of her life.

"We can't conduct an open investigation, and the informant has already been silenced."

"Judging from their actions, the evidence related to the excavation was probably destroyed long ago."

"Unless a saint is dispatched to recreate the past with divine power, it is virtually impossible for us to find evidence."

"Of course, one can also use force to forcibly summon Op's soul to find evidence."

"But with my own strength, I'm basically unable to convict Op." Isabella thought pessimistically.

“Unless that thing is accomplished…” Isabella thought of the purpose of her coming here, the old pastor who had now become her teacher.

The other party was just one step away from becoming a Gold-tier being, and was also a renowned expert in bloodline research.

If one could truly unleash their own bloodline, with the power of a dragon, perhaps they could achieve...

Isabella stopped daydreaming; there were too many uncertainties in such matters, and it couldn't be the primary basis for her judgment.

"So all I can do now is calm down, pay attention to Op's other movements, and work hard to learn and improve myself," Isabella told herself, reminding herself not to be impatient.

The world we live in is not a paradise where wishes come true. On the contrary, without patience, talent, and opportunity, most pursuits will likely end in failure. Isabella recognized this very clearly at this moment.

“Wait. If Op is really the murderer, he won’t stop. One day he will make another mistake and expose his problems.”

"At that time, he definitely won't be able to escape."

"I am still young, I still have time."

Isabella composed herself and then went to see Jacques.

Jacques was dejected and listless, his shame a constant reminder that he had messed everything up.

He was ashamed to face the honor of his family, and ashamed to face Isabella's disappointed sighs.

He even had to go and fix the door for that traitor!
He couldn't calm down at all at that moment.

He felt that his entire life had been bleak because of this, and he even wished that he had been killed after his battle with Nemus.

That way, I wouldn't be in so much pain.

"How long are you going to be so frustrated?!" Isabella couldn't hold back her anger any longer and shouted at Jacques.

Then he lifted the prepared wooden door and dragged the heavy door toward Nems's house.

This time, it was he who wanted to cause trouble for Naim during the investigation. After things happened, he was also the one who lost his temper and messed things up. After messing things up, he got caught up in his emotions and did nothing!

Isabella was furious at the other party's weakness.

Jacques, however, still had his pride. He was already ashamed, but being belittled again made him more sober.

He stood up, caught up with Isabella, took the wooden door from her, apologized to her, and went to replace the door for Nemus.

He then calmly listened to Isabella's analysis and realized that there was nothing he could do but wait, wait for himself to become stronger, and wait for the enemy to make a mistake!

"I understand." Jacques nodded, indicating that he would reflect on his actions and wait for an opportunity, before falling silent again.

However, he also knew that he was in big trouble this time.

Perhaps it won't be long before the information here is reported up the chain of command, and within a month or two at most, my 'internship' will end, and I will have to leave.

It will be extremely difficult to get involved in things here later.

But Jacques also understood that getting caught up in emotions would not help at all.

He needs to grow up.

Amidst a flurry of emotions, Jacques glanced at his perfectly intact door and made up his mind.

One day, I will open this door again, catch the criminal Nemes, and wash away the shame of today!

After that, everything seemed to return to normal.

The next day, Isabella officially began studying with the old priest, while Jacques began a period of intense training.

At this moment, Jacques had already learned from the old priest why he had lost: Nemes had undergone the training of a Discipline Paladin, and his body was pierced with holy nails; he had no future.

“But I’m different. I’m still young and have a bright future ahead of me. Once I truly advance, Nair will definitely be no match for me!”

Nemes glanced at Jacques, who was training in the distance, and took the sacred weapon from the old priest.

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