Chapter 59

Auror thought more and more that something was wrong:

In the face of the powerful shepherd Pierre Berry, what could the parish priest Guillaume Benet, who currently had no extraordinary abilities, use to suppress him?

If the parish priest was more favored by that secret existence, to the point where the entire small group regarded him as the leader, he should have long received the blessing and no longer be an ordinary person!

And if he had not received the blessing for a long time, he would inevitably be marginalized.

In this situation, his original status, power, and cunning were not as important as his own strength and the distance from the divine.

Because there was no extra time to think, Auror could only come up with two explanations:

One was that within that small group, Guillaume Benet was not the true leader. He merely used his special identity to provide a place for secret plotting, hiding the abnormality from the "Eternal Sun" Church in Darije. The true leader was someone else!

The second was that Guillaume Benet was not refusing the blessing but was waiting for an opportunity to directly obtain even greater power.

And no matter which explanation, it didn't seem to be good news.

Auror looked at the three sheep and asked further:

"Who was the person who acted with Pierre Berry against you?"

The three sheep each wrote their answers:

"Niore Best."

"A shepherd named Niore."

"He is called Niore."

Niore Best, has he also obtained great power? Auror knew this person.

He was also a shepherd in Cordu village, often herding with Pierre Berry, but this time he didn't return early.

"Where is Niore? I haven't seen him in the village." Auror asked.

The three sheep took a few steps, leaving the place already filled with words, and found new blank soil to write on:

"He is dead."

"I killed him."

"We got rid of him, but we were still caught."

Died in retaliation? Auror nodded thoughtfully:

"Are you all extraordinary beings?"

The three sheep didn't continue writing with their hooves in the Highland language but nodded to confirm.

Auror "hmm"ed, her mind racing:

Pierre Berry and Niore Best's hunting targets were actually extraordinary beings. What were they trying to do?

And one of them died...

Either Niore's strength was far inferior to Pierre's, or they obtained their power through the blessing and were not yet proficient, leading to some problems in the extraordinary battle...

Auror looked at the three sheep again:

"Do you know why Pierre captured you?"

The three sheep wrote their answers:

"I heard him mention a god and sacrifice."

"Perhaps for a blood sacrifice."

"I suspect he wants to sacrifice us to an evil god."

Indeed, extraordinary beings have extremely high spirituality and unique traits, making them much better sacrifices than ordinary people, more pleasing to the evil god... Pierre Berry and Niore Best used herding as a cover to capture extraordinary beings from other countries for sacrifice? This would indeed be less likely to attract the attention of local authorities... Auror nodded slightly.

She asked solemnly:

"Did Pierre mention the name of that god?

"Or, who did he pray to in the ritual that turned you into sheep?"

The three sheep were momentarily stunned, as if lost in memory.

Then, they all lowered their heads and extended their hooves toward the soil in front of them.

For some reason, Auror suddenly felt the surroundings become much colder and darker, as if the sun in the sky had been obscured by clouds, and a cool mountain breeze had just blown by.

The three sheep began to write.

Auror's spiritual intuition gave a strong warning, and she immediately shouted:

"Wait!"

The three sheep suddenly raised their heads and looked at her.

Their eyes had already shed blood-red tears, and their faces were stained with dirt, which was quite frightening.

The next second, the three sheep continued to write.

Auror quickly turned around and rushed to the edge of the fence.

When she left the sheep pen and looked back, the three sheep were basking in the sunlight from the sky.

If it weren't for the bloodstains on their faces, everything would have seemed normal.

Thump, thump... Auror's heart was still racing.

She panted and sighed with relief:

"If it weren't for my initial mastery of the secret art of sealing eyes, which allowed me to see things I shouldn't, and my well-tested, strong intuition, I wouldn't have reacted in time just now..."

She then took out some iron-black powder and threw it into the sheep pen.

The words on the soil were instantly erased by an invisible hand.

As for the stains on the sheep's faces, Auror couldn't clean them with magic and didn't dare to approach, so she used water to wash them off.

She was worried that the three sheep were now different and potentially dangerous.

...

In the old tavern, Lumian, drinking pale green absinthe, leaned on the bar and casually looked around.

He didn't see the mysterious lady, nor did he spot the three outsiders, Lain, Lia, and Valentine.

The former, he didn't know when she would appear, so he could only rely on luck. The latter three, he thought, should be wandering around the village, chatting with people.

"Actually, I had a chance to get married." Pierre Berry, who had finished a glass of absinthe, picked up a new pale green liquid and rambled on.

"Really?" Lumian mocked, "Who would want a shepherd?"

Pierre sighed:

"The pastures we move to are mostly owned by someone, either a landowner or a nearby village. To herd, you either pay a pasture tax or marry a village girl and settle there."

"That's a good thing for a shepherd." Lumian laughed.

Pierre sipped the absinthe and glanced at him:

"You have to be chosen by the girl, and she can't ask for a dowry.

"That time, a girl thought I was nice, didn't mind that I was a poor shepherd, and was willing to marry me. Wasn't she foolish?"

"Yes." Lumian "honestly" nodded.

Pierre, holding the pale green absinthe, was silent for a while before saying:

"Later, she died.

"She worked in a factory on the outskirts of the city, got very tired, and fell ill. I went to several churches, asked the priests to pray for her, and found doctors to treat her, but it was no use.

"After that day, I understood a truth."

"What truth?" Lumian sipped the absinthe.

Pierre's face flashed with anger:

"Those who have flesh on their bodies and excrete can't save us!"

"Can those who don't have flesh on their bodies and don't excrete save us?" Lumian countered.

Pierre chuckled:

"They are saints and angels, but do they look at us?"

Lumian clicked his tongue:

"Why do you still go to the church to pray to the parish priest?

"He has flesh on his body and excretes, and he likes to sleep with women."

Pierre turned his head and glanced at Lumian:

"You don't understand, he has a certain intellect that can save our souls."

"Intellect?" Lumian didn't quite understand the term.

Pierre took another sip of the pale green absinthe, seemingly not hearing the question.

Lumian didn't dare to delve deeper and changed the topic:

"I heard you go to the church at one or two in the morning, why do you go again at three or four in the afternoon?"

Pierre smiled gently:

"In the afternoon, I can chat with people who have the same intellect."

He didn't deny going to the church in the afternoon.

Lumian immediately felt relieved—so far, no one else seemed to retain their memory and interfere with the "history" process.

He suspected that Pierre Berry went to the church in the afternoon to communicate with the parish priest, and the small group's interaction was at three or four in the afternoon.

After drinking, seeing that it was dinner time, Lumian and Pierre Berry parted ways and returned home.

When he reached a quiet side street, Ponce Benet, the parish priest's brother, led several thugs and suddenly blocked his way.

Ponce Benet, a muscular man with black hair and blue eyes, looked at Lumian and sneered:

"You were quite mischievous in the afternoon, delaying our time in the church.

"If it weren't for the parish priest there, I would have beaten you up!

"Brat, come and taste your father Ponce's punch."

Lumian was initially stunned by the man's stupidity, then felt a surge of joy.

He and Auror's judgment was correct. In the previous cycle, before Naloka's funeral, Ponce Benet had not yet obtained extraordinary powers and could sense danger!

He now dared to block an extraordinary being!

Lumian didn't hesitate, turned around, and ran.

Ponce and his thugs followed closely.

But as they rushed out of the narrow alley between two buildings, they lost sight of their target.

Ponce Benet looked around and ordered his men:

"Search everywhere."

He thought Lumian couldn't have run that fast and must be hiding nearby.

The thugs immediately scattered to search the nearby hiding spots, leaving Ponce Benet alone at the entrance of the alley.

Lumian, who had climbed to the second floor of a nearby house, said "hey" and jumped directly at Ponce.

Bang!

Ponce was knocked to the ground by the immense force, his blood boiling, his vision darkening, and he temporarily lost his ability to fight.

If Lumian hadn't held back and hit him directly, he might have broken a few bones.

Lumian stood up, bent over, and grabbed Ponce's left and right forearms, smiling at him:

"Come, let's get closer."

Before Ponce could resist, Lumian pulled him into his embrace and kneed him.

Puff, Ponce's eyes nearly bulged out, his face filled with extreme pain.

Thump!

Lumian let go, letting the man fall to the ground, curling up like a shrimp.

He then turned and ran down the alley before the thugs returned, disappearing at the end.

...

In the kitchen, which also served as a living room and dining room.

Lumian reported the situation to his sister:

"Pierre Berry went to the church again in the afternoon... It can be confirmed that Ponce Benet currently has no extraordinary abilities."

Auror nodded lightly and recounted her own encounter, especially the unknown and inexplicable danger at the end.

Lumian thought for a moment and said:

"The mysterious lady said that just knowing the existence of certain beings could lead to contamination."