Inventor of another world, the little female ghost wants to kidnap me

"Miss, how did you find this place?"

The panicked Hestis ran to Mis like a child who had done something wrong and tried to pull him away.

Mis grabbed her wrist and pulled her behind him. No matter how she struggled, she couldn't pull her arm free.

"Mr. Baron, is the Tree Organization the kind of organization that sacrifices another elf in order to save one?"

Mista was still in shock at this time. He should be the last person to enter the temple. If someone was following him, he would not be able to fail to notice.

"Miss, how did you know that?"

He didn't think Hestis would tell Miss about the cooperation, as Hestis had promised it herself before.

Mista didn't think that he had revealed any flaws, which led to Miss knowing everything.

Miss smiled and asked, "What are you asking about, Mr. Baron? Your identity as a heretic, or the location of the Saint?"

Baron Mista frowned, "All of them."

Miss gently closed the door behind him. The brazier in the center of the secret room was burning brightly, illuminating the expressions on the faces of everyone around him very clearly.

"It's easy to guess that Mr. Baron is a heretic. I believe you know it very well. The purpose of the [Inquisitor] team coming to Vita City this time is to capture you.

The church is already very sure of your identity as a heretic, but they lack strong evidence, so they have searched the lord's mansion several times.

All they are doing now is waiting for evidence.”

Baron Mista narrowed his eyes slightly, and asked with some doubt in his tone, "You can even guess this?"

Miss waved his hand. "It was just luck. I was just skeptical before, but after listening to the content of your bet with the church, I feel that my guess is correct."

Mista nodded, "Okay, next is this place, why did you find this place?"

Miss took a look at the environment of the secret room. It was very tidy and it was obvious that the craftsmen who built it had put a lot of effort into it.

“I happened to be nearby on the day the temple was attacked, and witnessed the heretics fleeing.

At that time, I thought that the sack on the heretic’s shoulder contained the saint.

But later, when I thought about it carefully, I realized that something was wrong and that I was wrong. ”

At this time, Miss released Hestice's wrist and placed her hands on her shoulders, as if she was holding something tightly.

"I remember that the heretic was not very tall. He held the mouth of the sack with both hands and carried it on his shoulders, letting the other side of the sack rub against the ground and collide with the stone steps.

According to common sense, to kidnap a saint, one should put a sack directly over her head and then carry it on the shoulder, and the saint's head should be close to the ground.

If the criminals allowed the saint's head to rub and collide with the ground, it would definitely cause her to be injured.

If you were ordinary heretics, cruel and ruthless, it would be understandable."

“But when the Tree Organization kidnapped the Saint on the official road, they were very gentle. How could they let the Saint get hurt?

Could it be that the saint's head was facing upwards, and it was actually her feet that were touching the ground?

That's even more impossible. How could the saint jump into the heretic's sack obediently?

What's more, there was a high priest in the temple at that time, so there was no reason for the saint to put herself into the sack on her own initiative.

So I concluded that the person in the sack was definitely not the saint."

After hearing Miss's inference, the saint and the priest were stunned. They looked at each other, wanting to say something but stopping themselves, and finally all their eyes were focused on Mista.

Even Hestis behind Miss was shocked again. She didn't expect that Miss could deduce so many things from a sack.

Baron Mista tightened the wand in his hand and forced a smile, "As expected of the president of the Higanbana Guild, you are indeed amazing.

So you already knew that the Saint had actually been in the temple all along and had never left?"

Miss nodded. "That's right. Moreover, the Inquisitor team searched the entire city, except for their own temple. I guess they would not have thought that their priest would be a heretic."

The priest who was suddenly called out shuddered and swallowed, "Baron, this..."

Mista raised her hand to signal the priest to rest assured, with an expression as if facing a great enemy. "I originally thought that the church's trump card was that [Judge], but I didn't expect that the biggest threat is you."

Hearing the hidden meaning in the Baron's words, Miss raised her hand to stop him.

"Don't talk nonsense. I'm not sent by the church. The reason I'm here is to look for my Hestice. It has nothing to do with you."

After hearing what Miss said, Hestice's heartbeat quickened and her cheeks flushed slightly.

Mista frowned, "You have no connection with the church?"

Miss felt that this question sounded familiar. The masked man seemed to have asked the same question a few days ago.

"It doesn't matter. If there must be a relationship, I have to ask the church to find out. After all, I don't know it myself."

Mista was skeptical about what Miss said, but he could see that Miss had no intention of reporting him to the Judge, so he was not an enemy for the time being.

Since we are not enemies, we can become friends.

After Miss explained everything, she planned to turn around and take Hestis away.

Whether it is the heretical [Tree] organization or the [Fruit Wine] members, they have nothing to do with him.

There was no reason for me to stay in this secret room any longer.

"Wait a minute." Mista called out to Miss.

"Anything else, Mr. Baron? Don't worry, after I leave here, I will lose my memory and forget everything I saw and heard here."

Mista hesitated, not knowing what to say.

Mis pulled Hestice to leave, but found that Hestice had no intention of leaving.

"Sorry Missy, I have to stay."

After breaking free from Miss's hand, Hestis took a half step back and looked at the Saint not far away, "She is one of my people, I can't just ignore her."

Miss shook his head. "I listened to your previous plan. My assessment is that it is totally unacceptable. Not only is the success rate low, but it may also cost you your life. I will not agree to it."

Hestis remained calm, "Even Miss said the success rate is very low, so it must be like this, but I have to try. I can't watch my people return to the church."

The saint was deeply moved by Hestis's words and burst into tears.

Mista was also deeply moved by the scene before him. He was stunned when Hestis took the initiative to find him.

I didn't expect that the legendary witch would take the initiative to help me, and be so determined.

"Why, why is this matter worth doing this for you, no matter what the Tree organization is, or you, why do you have to pull the Saint out of the temple? Tell me the reason."

When Miss asked this question, Hestis unexpectedly fell silent, her eyes wandering, and her hands clenching the corners of her clothes from time to time.

She obviously didn't want to answer that question.

"Let me answer that question for you, Miss."

Baron Mista's eyes were determined, and he was going to answer this question for Hestice.

Hearing his words, Mista frowned slightly, and Hestice looked panicked and tried to stop Mista from continuing.

Baron Mista spoke resolutely despite Hestis's obstruction.

"Because of a curse, a curse cast down by the Goddess of Life herself, specifically targeting her own people."