The Melancholy of the Holy Maiden

The atmosphere in Block No. 11, South Lapuyard, is a bit strange.

Mary, who has lived in the NO.11 neighborhood for more than 20 years, has an ugly complexion, red and swollen eyes, and hurried steps.

Presumably anyone who wakes up in the middle of the night and finds that the husband lying next to him has turned into a mummy will not be happy.What's more, Mary and her husband have only been married for a year, which is exactly the love.

Mary lost her husband and became a freshly baked little widow.The news flew all over the No. 11 block as if it had grown wings.

"Have you heard? Mary's man is dead!"

"Dead? How did he die? I think the man in Mary's family is as strong as a cow except for his lame feet. I heard that he also served in the army. Why can't he die suddenly in bed in the middle of the night?"

"Don't you know yet? Let me tell you..."

The two aunts got together to chat, and under the gossip of the other party, the questioner showed a look of panic: "This, this is impossible... This is La Puyard."

"Is there anything impossible? I heard that men in other neighborhoods also died so inexplicably! I didn't expect it to be our neighborhood this time." The worried lady lowered her voice. With a bit of fear, "In the past few days, five men died in Block [-]. Could it be that our block will also suffer this time..."

Mary lowered her head, not even wanting to look at these people.She still has to prepare for her husband's funeral, so she really doesn't have the energy to take care of these gossips.

When passing by the neighbor Harriet's house, the younger sister Mia stopped her: "Aunt Mary."

Mia was just eight years old, she was short and short, and her face was not round like ordinary children.The little girl looked up at her: "Well, don't be too sad... Uncle certainly doesn't want to see you sad."

Mary smiled at her reluctantly. She touched Mia's head and said in a hoarse voice: "I... I'm fine. Thank you for your concern. Aya hasn't come back yet? How is Harriet? Sorry, Aunt Mary has something to do right now, so I can't help you."

"My sister hasn't come back yet, so Mia is a little worried." Mia lowered her head and drew circles on the ground with her toes. "Mom is asleep now. Mia can take good care of her mother, and Aunt Mary must take good care of herself."

After saying a few more words, Mary left after a few instructions.

Mia stood there watching her back disappear before returning to the house.

She moved a chair, sat on it and swayed her legs, looking at her mother with big eyes without blinking.

The woman lying on the bed closed her eyes tightly, her face was pale and haggard, only one lip was so red that it seemed to be dripping blood.

Mia didn't think there was anything wrong with it.She reached out her little hand to touch Harriet's face, and the cold touch made the little girl tremble subconsciously.She jumped off the chair and expertly wrapped her mother tightly with the quilt.

"In this way, Mom won't feel cold." The little girl nodded her head, and after a while, she pursed her lips again, "Mom, when will you wake up?"

The woman on the bed naturally did not respond.

Mia puffed her cheeks unhappily, and sat back in the chair.

At the end of the No. 11 block, the young woman stopped hurriedly.

Mary looked at the girl in front of her in surprise.

Whether it was the girl's identity or the other person beside the girl, she felt intense pressure.All the appearance features indicate that the elegant and holy saint of the Radiance Temple has come to this civilian area.

The other party was even talking to her in an approachable way.Mary would never have believed it if she hadn't seen it with her own eyes.

Her throat was a little uncomfortable from crying for a long time, causing her voice to be a little hoarse: "Are you... Seriously?"

The silver-haired and snow-skinned girl looked back at her with a gentle expression: "Sorry for making such a difficult request to you, but we don't intend to offend you."

While talking softly, there was a breath of spring breeze coming from the girl opposite, it was the power of God.Even the grief of losing her husband seemed to Mary to be soothed.

Mary wiped the dry corners of her eyes. She shed too many tears and they were gone: "No, it's okay. Please follow me to see, Lady Saint. If this can help you."

Under the guidance of Mary, the two girls came to the place where the dead man was temporarily placed.

Mary clearly saw that when she saw the tragic death of her husband, the eyes of the saint revealed a little unbearable expression.I hope that her husband's body—she is still reluctant to call it a corpse—hasn't frightened this holy lady.

If it was this girl, Jack's soul must, surely, be able to rest in peace.

The compassionate saint is the most powerful saint who has been favored by the gods for hundreds of years, and the current saint who is most suitable for the agent of the gods...the compassionate and powerful...

A flash of inspiration flashed in Mary's mind, and she eagerly crossed herself on her chest, asking as if praying: "My lord, please get justice for my Jack. There must be something——I don't know Why didn't he kill me too—someone did something to Jack."

"Jack is no longer suitable for fighting because of his injuries. He has only been back from the border for a year. During this year, he has been with me and will never mess with anyone. Who is so cruel and took away my Jack?"

"That person definitely doesn't care about these things. If you don't care about it, if you don't care about it—maybe more innocent people will be murdered." Mary's tone was hurried, and she was already trembling with tears.

"Don't worry, we are here for this." The Holy Maiden said softly, "No matter who the murderer is, he will be sent to the gallows for trial."

Mary's anxiety and sadness were gradually soothed under the gentle breath of this girl.

After waking up in the middle of the night to find out that her husband had died, she stayed up with grief, fear and anger.Perhaps it was because this saint was so reassuring, at this time a sense of sleepiness surged up, making her consciousness blurred very quickly.

After seeing Mary falling asleep under her magical spell, Lucini turned her head to look at her guardian knight solemnly: "Bei Wei, can you see what it is?"

The corpse in front of the girls was already so dry that it didn't look like it. The originally upright face could only vaguely see the shadow of thick eyebrows and big eyes, and it looked very hideous and terrifying at this moment.

The body's skin had shrunk down to the skeleton, and there was a tooth mark on his neck.Compared with his entire body, this tooth mark was too small, and it became distorted with the wrinkled skin, making it difficult to identify.

"Yes, my lord." Bedwell frowned slightly. "Originally, according to the description in His Royal Highness Ernest's dossier, I guessed that the mutated vampire bat species caused such consequences."

Lucini patiently waited for her next turning point, and by the way used divine power to appease Mary's mind.Even in her coma, the young bride frowned.

"This tooth mark, I believe, belongs to the human race." Bedwell said slowly but firmly.

"Human race? Could it be a bloodthirsty beast race? Or a hybrid beast race?"

Lucini looked at the dead body on the bed, and then at Bedwell with a serious face.It wasn't that Lucini didn't believe in her knights, it was just that a human being who could suck blood without attracting the attention of another person was just too unbelievable.

"Yes. The size of this tooth print should belong to an adult." Miss Knight pointed to the man's wrist, "Please look at the fingerprint here."

"..." Lucy Ni looked at the place Bedwell pointed at, but unfortunately, no matter how she looked, she couldn't see any fingerprints.The dehydrated and shriveled corpses brought great trouble to observation.

"Slender, but strong. The traces of the knuckles belong to the fingers of the human race." After thinking about it, Bedivere explained why she didn't think it was a beast race, "There is no beast race smell in this room."

"Hmm." Lucini didn't ask why Miss Knight could smell the beast race, she narrowed her eyes, "In this case, let's set the target as 'evil bloodthirsty'."

After determining the direction to look for, Lucy Ni began to pray for the dead Jack.

When she entered the door, Bedwell had already observed the environment in the room, and at this time her eyes wandered around again.

Perhaps it was the knight's intuition, she always felt that something had been overlooked.At first she thought it was so cold because there was a dead body here, and it was uncomfortable and creepy to be in this room.

Only the necromancers could bring this feeling, but the necromancers would never have the guts to appear in Lapuyard—unless it was a powerful and daring lich.

However, how could the lich creatures who are almost rooted in the laboratory be willing to leave the kingdom of the dead and leave their comfortable necromancer magic laboratory?

Bedwell felt the crisis, and Miss Knight's sense of crisis was never wrong.Only this time she didn't know where the feeling came from.

Lucine's prayers have been fulfilled.

She lightly brushed Jack's eyes, and soft light emerged from the palm of his hand and poured into the other's body.

Above Jack's body, dots of light converged to form a human-shaped phantom.

Xu Ying's back was straight, but he was wearing Itenna's military uniform.He had been a soldier, a soldier.There was an innocuous scar on his straight face - well, a thin scar that nearly split his head.

It seems that he once escaped from the god of rest and death.

Jack's phantom looked at his wife's sleeping face, his eyes were full of tenderness.

Lucy Ni asked, "Jack, do you know what killed you?"

Jack opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

He pointed to his own throat - there was a horrible mark on that too.He shook his head with an apologetic expression.

"Well, it looks like you can't talk." Lucy Ni whispered, and then she raised her voice, "I'm sorry Lu."

Only with a strong obsession after death can one become a member of the Necromancer family.It is possible for a dead human race to become an undead through strong obsession.And those obsessions often lead to disaster.

She had already made plans to deal with the wraith, but seeing Jack's peaceful appearance, Lucini was a little surprised.What's even more surprising is that even in the form of a ghost, Jack can't seem to speak.

Lucini didn't ask any more, she said with a formulaic smile: "We will definitely solve the matter here. Don't worry."

Even without the help of this ghost and the man who became a ghost because of his obsession, the Holy Maiden doesn't think that she can't find out the bastard who brought all this.For the guy who hurt innocent civilians, the Holy Maiden was slightly angry.

Jack nodded.He dragged one leg and limped up to Mary.

He stretched out his hand as if to smooth the wrinkles between Mary's brows, but he was afraid that his hand as a ghost would freeze to Mary's, and he would leave at the touch of it.

"..." Lucini suddenly wanted to hold the hand of her guardian knight.

The author has something to say: #The saint who has always been fed dog food, was actually fed upside down#

#However, I can’t be happy at all#