The center of the Vatican is always warm when the magic sun is in the sky, but in such a late autumn, it is not particularly warm no matter what. The west wind keeps blowing from one end of the alley to the other, and there is a whistling sound.

Accompanied by the sound of soft footsteps, I walked little by little into this narrow, semi-gloomy street.

This is considered the old neighborhood of the Vatican. The alleys are very narrow, the houses are high, and there is very little sunlight in a day. Allen and Noelle came out of school for some reason and wandered here. It is actually quite far away from the school.

There is still a long way to go.

"Master..." Noelle carried the basket and followed Allen, "Class is about to start. This matter can be done after school."

Allen took out a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped his clean and white hands, and knocked on a door he passed casually: "He is still here now, but he may leave after school."

There was movement inside the door soon. Allen and Noelle stood straight in front of the slightly old door, bracing against the roaring wind. Soon, the rusty door handle was turned open.

A disheveled middle-aged fat man appeared. His head was smooth, with two flaps of hair hanging on both sides like book pages, and his face was shiny. The only valuable thing on his body seemed to be the one on his chest.

Silver cross.

"You are..." The bald man smashed his mouth, and a strong stench came out of his mouth, "I don't know you."

"You are Yiluo Jones." Allen said gently with the corners of his mouth raised.

The man scratched the top of his head, frowned, and said impatiently: "So, who are you? I'm going to close the door--"

But he didn't expect that the little boy in front of him grabbed a black gun from the basket, and the black muzzle was pointed directly at his face. Allen calmly raised his right hand and looked up at the man who was taller than this.

Half as many men said expressionlessly: "If I ask you a question and you answer it truthfully, I won't pull the trigger."

The bald man swallowed and shouted in fear: "Okay, okay! Don't, don't kill me!"

"What are the names of your father, mother, and your daughter?" Allen asked an almost bizarre question. Basically, no one would point a gun at another person and ask him how many people he has in his home.

Number person.

It was obviously a very simple question, but the man was suddenly stunned. His eyes suddenly opened, his pupils shrank sharply, a drop of sweat dripped from his temples, and he stammered: "My father is Prior Jones. I

The mother is Shasha Jones, and my daughter..."

For some reason, he paused here and then said: "Marshall Jones. I, I have nothing more to say! But, can you let me go?"

Allen did not put down his hand, a sharp light flashed in his eyes. For a moment, he seemed to be able to see through the thoughts behind the man's eyes, and said solemnly: "You are lying!" He immediately pulled the trigger, and sprayed from the barrel of the gun.

Glittering sparks, a hot iron bullet shot out with a bang!

"No...don't..."

Things did not develop as Allen expected. The cross on the man's chest flashed suddenly. The moment the bullet was about to touch his eyebrow, an almost invisible translucent white thin wall appeared quietly. Only the bullet could be heard.

The ping-pong sound of hitting the barrier and the scene of blood splattering did not happen as expected.

【In my name!】

The plump figure melted into the shadows, turning into a puddle of dark phlegm. He quickly flashed behind Allen and reappeared. He opened his big hand and reached straight for Allen's neck. His face showed a fierce look,

Several bright blue magic lines opened at the corners of his eyes, and a looming door silently closed behind him. Allen wanted to see the pattern behind the door clearly, but he failed. The more important thing now is how to avoid this man's killing move!

"Wow!"

Allen suddenly grabbed Noelle's arm and pulled her behind him. Taking advantage of the shift of his body, he suddenly opened the white cloth on the basket, revealing a black short gun. He pulled out the short gun.

, pressed the button on the handle of the gun hard, stretched out the short gun, and lifted it lightly with his wrist. The luster of the magic power was like the dust of kicking, and the black long gun turned white.

But seeing the white light arcing, Allen quickly swung the spear in a circle. Before the man could stretch his arm to his neck, a thick and long bloody mouth gradually grew along his middle finger, like a big tree spreading into the soil.

The roots extend straight to the man's shoulders.

Before the man died, the last thing he heard was this sentence: "I don't like dirty things."

There was a flash of white light, and the man's head rolled down from his shoulders. Allen shook off the blood on the tip of the gun, pressed the button on the handle of the gun again, and the long gun shortened immediately. He calmly put the short gun back into Noelle's hand.

in the basket.

Allen looked at Noelle who was pale but trying to support herself. He lowered his head again, looked at her trembling legs, and immediately said: "I will fight for a place in the ordinary class for you. I believe that you

I really hope you study here, your foundation is not bad."

"Really, really?" Noelle's joy overcame her fear - she had seen this situation several times, "Can I also...study in this school?"

"With the capabilities of the Vanspield family, it's not difficult," Allen said without looking at the headless man's body. He took out a handkerchief and walked into the man's house. "Come in, I need your help."

The two walked into the house and began to search everything carefully. Except for items from which no information could be obtained, the most common ones were books about religion and volumes of letters bundled together. Allen picked them up casually.

Opening one of the letters, the header of the letter was not the name that the man just said. Allen's eyesight was never bad, and he could penetrate all the thoughts of the other party with his extremely cold eyes.

But his ability seems to be becoming more and more inaccurate, especially with Noelle. Every time she eats secretly, when the head maid scolds her, Allen will always come forward to testify for her that she did not eat secretly.

Even though there were still some cookie crumbs left on the corner of her mouth.

Allen quickly found his target this time, which was a relatively new letter sent to him by a person named Philip. This was a task given to him by his father, who was set up by Van Spelder in the Vatican.

One of Yaris's informants. In the power struggle of Yaris, it is impossible for the Vanspield family not to be involved.

"So many books..." Although Noelle was not born well, she can still read. She seemed very excited to see so many novel books, "The Cult of Didamo...

.... Didamo..."

Allen stuffed the letter into his arms, frowned, and leaned over to look at the book Noelle opened on the man's desk: "What Didamo... Is this a diary? Or...

.." He naturally looked at the contents of the book, and after only reading two or three lines, his expression suddenly changed, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

This matter seemed not as simple as he thought.

[Can these people harm you? Can they undermine your rule? Your rule is the most perfect in the world!]

[They are trying to escape from your holy face, but where can they flee to? Where will you not find them? The reason why they flee is so that they do not see you who is coming to them.]

[They closed their eyes and charged at you - because you did not want to give up any part of your creation - these unjust people came against you and were punished with justice; they voluntarily put themselves outside of your mercy and offended your

Justice, accept your severe punishment.】

【It's time...to do a reckoning.】

[My dear, great Lord...Although every praise I give you proves our stupidity, your ubiquity is proof of your return...]

[Didamo...when can I see you? I will always love you, my Lord!]

When the words came out of Allen's mouth, everything had a different meaning: "This is... the Didamo Cult. They seem to be trying to do something. This is interesting, isn't it?

"

Allen took out a small black bag from his arms and shook it gently twice. Colorful rays of light bloomed inside. Wherever the rays of light shone, all the letters disappeared. They were all put into this palm-sized bag.

Inside.

"Let's go, I wasted a lot of time here." Allen seemed to have obtained some toys. Noelle could tell through his eyebrows that he was in a very good mood.
Chapter completed!