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"It's just a skeleton, a follower of the Tomb King. I can easily defeat him with the help of the miracles of the gods. This undead man is really lucky to have stepped on dog shit to meet such a skeleton."

Petrus was secretly resentful, and the fat on his face trembled. At this moment, he had lost his previous kindness.

His eyes were filled with viciousness and bloodshot as he stared at Lin Hun, who was holding the soul block in his arms, wishing he could replace him.

But as expected of the White Cult's pioneer at the Firelink Shrine, he took a deep breath, and after a moment he regained his previous amiable image of a good guy, except that the corners of his eyes were still filled with bloodshot.

The first thing he did after calming down was not to continue staring at Lin Hun but to look at the wall beside him.

There was a statue of the goddess in front and behind him. Petrus' eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the wall. He knelt on his knees, nodded his head, and prayed devoutly to the goddess.

"I never thought I would get angry because of an undead. May the gods forgive my gaffe. I must have made a mistake in my study of the Force. I really hope that one day I can take a look at the original text of the Force and feel the wrath of the gods."

When Petrus stood up again, all the bloodshot in the corners of his eyes had disappeared. He opened his eyelids and looked around for a moment, using the smooth surface of the shield in his hand. After making sure that everything was back to normal, he knelt down devoutly again and praised the gods for their gifts.

At this moment, Lin Hun was already heading towards the stairs. Petrus did not delay any longer and decisively turned around and walked back to his own hut.

"This undead has communicated with the useless undead since arriving at the sacrificial site. I'm sure he will explore the sacrificial site thoroughly. Humph! I know the nature of these undead best. They are just like rats, looking everywhere."

Petrus straightened his clothes, brushed off the dust that had touched his shoulders when he passed through the window, and brushed off the grass that had stuck to his knees. He stood there with a kind expression.

"If this undead man could come and ask me, I would tell him everything I know. As long as he is willing to offer the soul block in his hand to the gods, it would be a great achievement."

Petrus listened attentively to the noise nearby, but he waited and waited, and waited again, and still there was no movement.

Lin Hun was with Brother Huixin at that time, waiting for the Skeleton Sea to dissipate.

“That’s not right! Where are the undead? Why is that dejected loser gone? Why haven’t these undead come back yet? They are just lowly undead. Don’t they know they need to rest after the battle?!”

Petrus treaded the weeds under his feet restlessly, but he didn't dare to leave for fear that he would pass by Lin Hun who was returning.

"Damn you, undead, my soul! Can you please stop carrying my soul around? It belongs to the gods!"

As I thought about this, bloodshot eyes quietly appeared in the corners of my eyes.

Just when he could no longer hold back and was about to climb out the window to investigate, he suddenly heard the sound of footsteps and conversation from his ears which had been pressed against the wall.

Petrus quickly bent down and lay down, close to the wall, crawled to the end of the room using his hands and feet, and quietly took down the familiar brick.

The blood-red eyes pierced through the dark cracks, locking onto every move of the two people in the hall, especially the soul holding the knot, not letting go of any of its movements.

When he saw Lin Hun putting the soul block into the stone box, the bloodshot in Petrus' eyes instantly dissipated and he nodded with satisfaction.

"This pilgrim is sensible enough to thank the gods. He is much better than those brainless guys!"

When Lin Hun turned around and hugged Brother Huixin, Petrus had a premonition that they were about to leave. Knowing that there was nothing to see, he hurriedly stood up, without even having time to brush off the broken grass and mud on his body, and stood back to where he was supposed to be.

He was humming an incomprehensible melody, as if praising or singing, and his knees could not help shaking. He looked as if he was happy that the gods had a new believer.

Of course, no matter how happy he was, he still did not forget to pay attention to the movements of Lin Hun and others.

After the two of them left, they didn't even look for me!

Petrus was secretly angry.

"Don't tell me that I don't have a sense of existence! Why don't you come to me after all these times! As a believer of the gods, don't you know how to ask the priests for help after the battle?!"

Silently cancel the previous preferential ideas in your mind and comfort yourself.

"Forget it, he's just a brainless undead from a remote place. But let's forget about the previous discount. If this undead wants to know the information, he has to contribute at least 250... No, 300... No, no, no, that's right! He has to contribute at least 400 souls!"

Petrus replanned the value of the intelligence he had. After all, as long as you had intelligence, you could buy as much as you wanted.

Is it authentic?

Everything in the world is changing according to the will of the gods.

Did you find any errors after verifying the intelligence?

It must be you who didn't obey the will of the gods!

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Back to the present, Petrus held his breath, tightened his abdomen, pressed his back against the wall, and stared at the bonfire, always paying attention to any movement, trying to figure out how the statue would move.

As an undead man and a priest, he has the blessing of the gods. Both his identity and status are far higher than these damn guys.

However, the undead still have the same common characteristics, they have the same sensitivity and desire for souls and humanity.

Petrus wrinkled his nose slightly and sniffed the air carefully. Even at such a distance he could still smell the sweet scent.

His natural caution made him keep an eye on the distant campfire.

One step, two steps, one step, two steps...

The fact that the two people in front of the campfire never discovered his trace made Petrus feel a little pleased, and the corners of his mouth rose.

"So what if he defeated the giant skeleton? He is still just as careless and sloppy. However, this respect for the gods should be learned by other undeads. They should offer some sacrifices."

When you come to the corner, the back of the statue is ahead. This is the blind spot of the entrance to the sacrificial site. Petrus had looked inside from the door and knew that this place was safe.

"Don't fail at the most critical moment!"

Petrus held his breath and concentrated, then he jumped lightly with force. The front of his first leg landed steadily on the ground, and the second leg followed.

After the forefoot of both feet landed on the ground at the same time, he gently lowered his heels and stood silently behind the statue.

Finally, he did not forget to raise his head and bend over, bending his body forward, tilting his head and revealing one eye to see what was happening at the campfire.

"Hmph, a lowly fellow is still a lowly idiot no matter what."

Petrus was sure that he had really completed an excellent undercover operation. The expression on his face became more kind. He patted the dust off his body, tidied up his slightly messy clothes, and kept one ear tilted to pay attention to the outside world.