Who hid My Corpse!

Chapter 61: Fifty-Two Rhein Covenant

Herry stood outside the resting room, looking at Tim, whose eyes were still open in death, and the blood that covered the entire resting room. He furrowed his brows tightly, and the foot that had already stepped into the room immediately retreated.

“What the hell happened here?” Herry turned his head and asked the knight maintaining order at the scene, “How did it end up like this? Who did this?”

“Reporting to the Great Priest.” The knight reported, “We are still not sure who the perpetrator is because he had already…”

The knight raised his hand, pointing towards the only window in the resting room.

“He jumped out from there, and the corridor outside the window faces the street, allowing him to escape quickly. Besides finding a blood-stained priest robe, we haven’t been able to find any more clues.”

Herry’s eyes widened: “A blood-stained priest robe? Was this an inside job?”

“A few witnesses reported that indeed there was a priest who had interacted with Tim,” said the knight, “but we haven’t been able to identify who specifically.”

“How did this guy die inside?”

“Excessive blood loss; there were eighteen sharp instrument wounds on Priest Tim’s abdomen.”

…Stabbed eighteen times?

Herry didn’t even want to speak.

Wasn’t this method of killing too low?

Two priests fighting, neither using spells nor divine arts, just stabbing here with knives, and even killing someone… Although it’s true that low-rank priests can’t skillfully use spells in combat, such a murder, or rather this kind of fight, made Herry feel it was too crude, and he didn’t even want to intervene.

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Actually, such a low-level murder case really didn’t need his intervention, but he came to look because he was the supervisor of this library, and the dead priest was nominally his subordinate.

After taking a look, finding nothing of interest, he waved his hand, ready to leave.

However, at this moment another knight brought two young priests in front of him: “Great Priest, these two guys were at the crime scene all the time.”

Herry stopped in his tracks: “What?”

“They were sleeping at the crime scene all the time; they only woke up when we arrived,” the knight said. “According to their statement, they lost consciousness after drinking the tea prepared by Priest Tim, and we just detected hallucinogens in that tea.”

Hallucinogens, sleeping, young priests.

With these keywords together, Herry didn’t need to see to guess what had happened.

And the anxious expressions on the faces of the two young priests, as well as their disheveled clothes, directly proved it… but for them to act on such impulses, they really were two lowly fellas.

“So, you two are the source?” Herry said indifferently, “Inequitable sharing, got desperate?”

The two young priests exchanged confused glances, not understanding what Herry was talking about.

But Herry couldn’t be bothered to explain; such an obvious situation didn’t need further investigation, it was a matter for his subordinates to handle.

“Wait.”

A calm voice rang out behind Herry; he was slightly startled, then suddenly turned around, only to see Archbishop Corey, who had appeared behind him unexpectedly.

“Archbishop Corey?” Herry was surprised, “What are you doing here?”

“I heard something happened here.” Corey walked over slowly, “A priest was brutally murdered, and moreover… received multiple sharp instrument wounds to the abdomen.”

“Yes,” Herry nodded, “stabbed eighteen times, a very cruel murderer.”

Although he said this, Herry still felt puzzled in his heart; such a low-level murder case should not have alarmed the bishop.

But Corey only calmly stated: “Kelsay had passed me a message once, Priest Lu Ji died the same way.”

…Lu Ji?

After a moment of confusion, Herry remembered who the name belonged to and guessed what Kelsay meant, his expression changing dramatically, “Are you saying it was Ulu who did this? He came here? But how is that possible, why would he specifically come here to kill a librarian?”

Facing Herry’s barrage of questions, Corey simply said, “Don’t worry, we’ll figure it out.”

Actually, Corey had come here not just because Tim’s way of dying was similar to Lu Ji’s, but also because…

Corey gently touched his left eye; he could feel the restlessness beneath its calm surface.

It wanted to bite someone again.

“Quick, you!” Herry, having regained his composure, immediately directed a knight, “Go to the Great Cathedral’s archive and find the portrait of Priest Ulu from Bedan Town, then bring it here immediately!”

The knight was about to acknowledge the order but was interrupted by Corey, “No need for that trouble.”

Herry paused again, watching as Corey walked up to two young priests, gently caressing their faces.

“Have these two children not seen him?”

Herry immediately understood what Corey intended to do and instinctively raised his hand, “Lord Bishop! Sending the knight to fetch the portrait won’t take long…”

“Look into my left eye,” Corey said to the two young priests with a smile. “Then recall the appearance of that priest… Don’t be nervous, relax, we’ll take it slowly.”

The two young priests were initially tense as they were facing the Great Priest, but they gradually calmed down under Corey’s reassurance and with trust in the Lord Bishop, they both looked into Corey’s left eye.

That eye, like a star, irresistibly enthralling.

…It was too late.

Herry lowered his hand, his expression complex.

About half a minute later, Corey slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he had understood everything.

The murderer’s face had been reflected from the young priests’ minds into his eyes.

It was indeed Ulu.

“Didn’t expect this,” Corey said softly, “It really is you… You’ve dared to come back.”

Then, he paused, a slow smile spreading across his lips.

“Good,” he muttered. “I’ll take that finger then.”

After saying this, Corey turned and left without glancing back at the two young priests. The young priests just stood there, dumbfounded, all emotion drained from their pupils, leaving only… vacancy.

It was as if they had turned from humans into dolls.

Herry walked up to them, shaking his head helplessly, then instructed his knights, “Take these two to the Choir, and from now on, just assign them some mindless physical tasks.”

“Yes! Great Priest!” the knight stepped forward, “Come with us.”

The two young priests stood motionless as if they didn’t understand human speech.

The knights had to drag them along.

Herry shook his head and was about to leave when he heard a “plop” sound.

He turned back to see a package falling from the embrace of the two young priests, obviously something they had been holding, but could no longer grip.

Herry walked over, picked up the package, and opened it.

Inside were two tattered copies of the,

“Rhein Covenant.”