Warlock Apprentice-Chapter 1491 - Section 1492 Bad News Keeps Coming

Chapter 1491: Section 1492 Bad News Keeps Coming

Chapter 1491: Section 1492 Bad News Keeps Coming

Alex clearly understood that Anthony’s death was a symbolic case.

It signified that the previously established events were beginning to change, and the situation was gradually heating up; nobody knew what terrifying thing would happen next.

And this terrifying unknown, like an insoluble cloud of darkness, floated above Gust Town, creating an oppressive atmosphere that even had Alex feeling suffocated for a moment.

“Could this be an isolated incident?” Alex asked in a low voice after returning to the Crucia Church, turning to Angel who was hidden on the side.

“Don’t you already have the answer in your heart?” Angel replied.

The day after Anthony’s death, gloom still enveloped Gust Town.

When Alex got up, he found that Father Beren Lang had stayed in the church all night without sleep, his face pale and stricken with grief, kneeling in front of the statue of the Father God, silently praying.

Only when Father Beren Lang saw Alex’s arrival did he slowly turn his head, “Where do you plan to go?”

“I am going to recite the Holy Scripture by the river.”

Father Beren Lang was silent for a moment before nodding, “Go ahead, but Gust Town is not safe nowadays, don’t go too far off to remote places, better be careful.”

Alex nodded in agreement and then left the church under Father Beren Lang’s gaze.

What Alex didn’t see was Father Beren Lang’s gaze turning gloomy and deep after he left, finally accompanied by a sense of helplessness and a deep sigh.

“You once hinted that Father Beren Lang’s heart might not be on the right track. However, I just saw him praying devoutly for Anthony, and it didn’t seem false at all,” Angel asked curiously. Last night, while Alex was asleep, he had wandered around the town, and when he left, Father Beren Lang was praying devoutly in the church. When Angel returned in the morning, the priest was still silently praying. To Angel, this sincerity seemed extremely genuine.

Alex: “As a member of the clergy, Father Beren Lang is qualified. And, he holds a great reverence for death.”

Regarding other matters, Alex preferred not to say more, after all, Father Beren Lang had saved him and taken him in.

Angel did not continue discussing Father Beren Lang.

Two hours later, Alex arrived at Mrs. Connie’s Ranger’s Cabin.

Mrs. Connie had not left; she was still lying on her bed resting, but her complexion was pale, her gaze vacant, with clear tear streaks on her cheeks. She looked as if she had been crying all night.

Alex brought food and medicine and recited a portion of the Holy Scripture with Mrs. Connie.

Although Alex didn’t believe a word of the Holy Scripture himself, he found it perfect for brainwashing, or rather, for giving hope to people in the depths of despair.

After reciting the Holy Scripture, Mrs. Connie’s expression finally eased a bit.

“Alex, when can I return to the town?” Mrs. Connie couldn’t help but ask.

Alex, with a hesitant look on his face, aroused Mrs. Connie’s curiosity before slowly saying, “I had some doubts about what you told me yesterday. But when I went back last night, I learned that a big event had occurred.”

Alex told Mrs. Connie everything about Anthony’s death and Martin’s disappearance, down to the last detail.

Although Alex did not specify who was behind this case, in his talks, he continually led Mrs. Connie to associate it with her own plight.

After hearing everything, Mrs. Connie trembled with fear. Even without Alex providing a complete chain of evidence to show that Anthony’s death was related to the two undead who had pursued her, Mrs. Connie’s own imagination made her increasingly fearful.

“Gust Town is currently in a state of turmoil, it’s best that Mrs. Connie does not return. Rest assured, I promise in the name of the Father God that as soon as the undercurrents fade, I will immediately take Mrs. Connie back to town.”

Coming from a member of the clergy invoking the name of the Father God, Mrs. Connie naturally had no doubts about his words.

However, Mrs. Connie didn’t know that although Alex was a Priest, that was just a polished exterior; in his heart, he was an unbeliever. To him, making promises in the name of the Father God was no different than spouting nonsense.

At noon, Alex returned to Gust Town with a grim expression on his face.

When he stepped into Crucia Church, he was surprised to find that the church, which usually was never full, was now packed with people all silently praying to the statue of the Father God.

Clearly, the series of events, including those involving Knight Raven, had affected the people of the town.

Without being able to catch the perpetrator, everyone could only place their hopes in a deity, even though that deity had never manifested any miracles.

Alex effortlessly blended into the praying crowd, standing in front of a window, eyes closed, muttering the doctrines of the Holy Scripture. The sunlight filtering through the window created a dappled pattern, making him appear almost saintly.

This service made all participants feel as if their hearts had somehow been redeemed.

But this redemption lasted less than half an hour before it was shattered again.

The church doors burst open, and the dimly lit church was instantly flooded with intense light. As people rubbed their eyes, stung by the sunlight, they turned to look back, a small shadow caught their attention—a child’s silhouette.

Once their eyes gradually adjusted to the light, they noticed a little boy wearing an ochre-colored newsboy cap. His face was pale, his expression panicked, as he rushed toward a portly middle-aged man in the church.

The little boy whispered a few words to the middle-aged man, who instantly rolled his eyes back and fainted to the ground.

A wave of panic and commotion swept through the church.

Alex stepped back a few paces into the shadows. Angel, hovering in the darkness, said softly, “The child said, ‘That gentleman’s wife and daughter, they’re all dead.'”

Alex nodded. Although he hadn’t heard the specifics, he could read lips. The information conveyed by Angel was precisely what the child had meant to convey, and it was this message that had caused the man to collapse in fright.

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Alex, “Could it have been them?”

“Most likely.”

Soon, news from the Sheriff came, the victims weren’t just the middle-aged man’s wife and daughter; a next-door neighbor was also dead. Three people in total, with only their heads left, arranged on dinner plates. Just hearing about it was disturbing enough.

Moreover, there were large splashes of blood at the scene, making it almost certain that the crime had taken place in the home.

With this information confirmed, the sense of salvation that had come from reciting the Holy Scripture earlier completely vanished from the church. Everyone shook with pale faces, terrified by the thought of these brazen serial killings, unsure who might be next.

Everyone was on edge, with some who lived alone too scared to return home at this time. Even though the sun was shining brightly outside, an eerie chill was inescapable.

The Sheriff could do nothing but send a squad of Knights to escort the people from the church.

Alex left with the Knights, intending to examine the scene of death.

As Angel was leaving, he glanced back at the empty church and noticed that the face of Priest Berengar, who stood at the front, was extraordinarily gloomy…

That night, Alex climbed to the top of the church, standing in the Watchtower.

This was not only the highest point of the Crua church but also of the entire Gust Town.

Facing the cool night breeze, Alex looked at the surrounding low-rise buildings. Due to the absence of night lights, most areas were shrouded in darkness, a perfect cradle for evil and slaughter.

The recent series of murders suggested that the killer might still be somewhere in Gust Town. Alex had come to look out, hoping to catch a glimpse of them.

Alex, “Will they strike again?”

Angel, “As has been proven, as long as Mrs. Connie isn’t found, the opened Pandora’s box will not close.”

It might even escalate further.

While they were talking, sudden footsteps sounded from behind. Alex turned to see Priest Berengar step up the tower,

“Alex, were you just talking to someone?” Berengar asked, puzzled.

Alex shook his head, “No, just talking to myself.”

Berengar cast a doubtful glance at Alex, scanning the surroundings. The Watchtower was too small to hide anyone, so Berengar didn’t pursue the matter further but said, “What are you doing here late at night?”

Alex, “With so many cases happening one after another, I’ve been feeling anxious and restless, unable to sleep, so I came out for some fresh air.”

Priest Berengar murmured a prayer, “The Father God will guide his devout believers through this ordeal.”

After a pause, Berengar added, “Gust Town isn’t safe right now. You should go back and rest, and also…”

Alex curiously said, “And what?”

Berengar sighed and shook his head, “Never mind, you go back and rest first. At least, under the Father God’s protection, the Crua church will be safe.”

Just as Alex was about to say something more, a scream suddenly pierced the night.

Alex quickly turned to see that the scream had come from the south side of Gust Town.

Alex was about to leave the Watchtower to check it out, but Berengar grabbed him and gently shook his head, “Go back and rest, I’ll handle this.”

Alex was silent for a moment but eventually nodded in agreement.