Chapter 2651

By the time the owl grabbed the cat and flew into the hotel window at 2:30 that afternoon, Miss Danister was exchanging information with Miss Bell. After Xia De and the witch landed, the young witch apprentice immediately said:

"Miss, something happened in the city. An hour ago, a large number of undead appeared in the woods around the city. When the church sent a team to deal with those undead, the manor where Prince William Anjou lived was shrouded in a gray mist, and York Bronte took the people inside as hostages."

"What about Marguerite?"

Xia De immediately asked, and Miss Bell reassured Xia De:

"Bronte hasn't gone crazy enough to attack members of the royal family. Princess Marguerite was not there in the afternoon. Prince William Anjou was thrown out directly after the gray mist appeared. Now the church has surrounded the manor. After the ring-warlocks tried to enter, the heads of the manor's servants were thrown out immediately."

"Although I knew he would take action, but so directly? Charlotte, does the church know it was York Bronte who did it?"

The witch frowned and asked, and Miss Bell shook her head:

"I don't know. The church only knows now that a large number of undead have appeared outside the city, and many of them are quite tricky. Currently, the thirteenth-level 'Construct Master' has taken a team to deal with them, and they are still investigating the matter in the city... That head thrown out of the manor was manipulated to tell the church's ring-warlocks that he wanted to see the person who snatched the coffin."

Although the resentment spirits that were transformed and strengthened in the "edge of life and death" were tricky, as long as the church wanted to eliminate them, the only role they played in the venue of Vistalin was to delay time. This would be a small-scale battle, but it wouldn't be enough to directly shake the order of Vistalin.

"He really wants to know who took the tree hole."

Xia De was not surprised by this, but felt that York Bronte's courage was still too small. He simply told Miss Danister and Miss Bell about the cemetery, the narrow space, the coffin, the flesh, and the sub-space, so that they understood the general situation:

"Then I will go see Bronte, this matter can be solved today."

"The other party dares to see you directly now, he must have his own trump card."

Miss Danister reminded, and the witch turned into a cat and jumped onto his shoulder:

"I'll go with Xia De."

"You have already used the umbilical cord once this morning. If you really want to fight, do you want to use it again? I'm worried that you will turn into an owl and never change back."

The red-haired girl reached out and "picked" the owl from Xia De's shoulder:

"You stay in the hotel and let your followers go to the manor with me. Xia De, I won't enter the manor with you, but if we really have to fight, as long as we see your moonlight, we will go to help you. Your potion is still with me, even if it can't be fully restored, it's no problem to help you suppress it."

She was referring to the "Spirit-Clearing Agent" made for Xia De by Priest Augustus.

Without delay, Xia De set off immediately. The manor where Prince William Anjou lived was located in the southwest of the city. Because of the sudden incident and the church's timely reaction, although the strange fog caused discussion among the people living nearby, it was the area where the nobles in the city lived, and there were not many pedestrians, so it didn't cause panic for the time being.

Miss Danister and the others separated from Xia De before reaching that street area. Xia De didn't think about bypassing the church's blockade to sneak in, but confirmed his disguise and walked over directly.

The police blocked the road on the periphery, but they acted as if they didn't see Xia De and let Xia De continue to move forward, which attracted the attention of the ring-warlocks responsible for handling this matter.

Because this place was closest to the local 【Church of Peace】, the first to appear in front of Xia De was a small team of the Church of Peace led by an eleventh-level warlock. Seeing Xia De walk over directly without any concealment, they also relaxed their vigilance against the strange ring-warlock and stopped him at the street corner leading to the manor entrance:

"Sir, the road ahead cannot be passed now."

"The person inside is looking for me."

Xia De said, pulling the 【Night Watcher】 he used once in the coffin at noon out of the scabbard:

"Let me in and leave it to me to handle. There might be a big trouble inside."

Now 【Night Watcher】, as the weapon of the "God-Caller," the "strongest" ring-warlock in the entire material world, although not everyone recognized it, at least the eleventh-level warlock who stopped Xia De recognized it. He was quite surprised by the appearance of this sword, and after observing Xia De's face and the sword repeatedly, he showed a quite complicated expression:

"Is it our turn?"

After getting permission, he reached out and touched the hilt of the long sword, confirmed that this was an angel-level relic, and signaled his teammates to disperse:

"Okay, please follow me."

He didn't ask Xia De what exactly happened. After taking Xia De to the manor entrance and explaining it to the other three captain-level church ring-warlocks, they lifted the outer alert ritual and signaled that Xia De could enter.

Xia De appreciated their communication efficiency.

"The coffin you are looking for, or rather the door, is with me!"

Xia De shouted at the manor, and then lifted his foot and walked in. The thin gray mist represented the power of death. When Xia De crossed the manor gate, the long sword in his hand immediately began to glow.

It could be seen that York Bronte's kidnapping of people here was also a temporary move out of desperation, and he was obviously afraid of the church's power, and knew very well that if the church didn't want him to kill more people, these death mists wouldn't block anything.

According to the church's estimation, there should be 50 to 70 people in the manor, most of whom were the manor's servants and the prince's entourage and guards, and a small number were local nobles who came to visit Prince William Anjou that afternoon. Once the church solved the problem outside the city, it would be very simple to break through this manor. Therefore, all the heartbeats that Xia De's "Heart of Stone" could listen to were gathered in the large banquet hall on the third floor of the manor.

And in the entire manor filled with death mist, there were not only no living people but also no dead people.

"He didn't even arrange a relic to block me."

Xia De was still thinking silently when he went up the stairs.

【He originally wanted to know who took that coffin, and he didn't want to delay too much time in the city, so why block you?】

"She" in his ear asked with a smile, and Xia De felt it made sense.

The walls, windows, ceiling, and floor of the banquet hall were wrapped in a layer of squirming flesh in Xia De's perception. This was also the preparation York Bronte made to prevent being raided by the church. It was just that when Xia De arrived outside the banquet hall door covered with flesh on the outer layer, the door opened, but he couldn't see the traces of those flesh inside.

All the living people in the manor were sitting or lying safely here, but they all looked listless. There was no thick gray mist in the room, but the power of death still made the living people quite uncomfortable.

They even just looked up when Xia De pushed the door in, instead of asking him what the situation was outside.

No one stood up to greet him or speak. The atmosphere here was like facing a group of critically ill patients about to die in a hospital. Although the windows were still letting in light, according to the observation from the outside, the light was probably all created by illusion.

Seeing that no one paid attention to him, Xia De walked towards the deeper part of the banquet hall. He carefully avoided the people lying on the ground, and finally saw York Bronte at the far end of the long table covered with dust-proof tablecloths.

He was as listless as the ordinary people here, leaning against the wall, and in his arms was Linda Bennett, the third daughter of the Bennett family, who didn't know why she appeared here. Xia De could see that he was pretending. After all, he had to cast spells to maintain this place, and the traces of spirit and elements were probably only invisible to these ordinary people.

But obviously the Death Apostle didn't recognize the glowing long sword in Xia De's hand, but instinctively felt extreme danger. He looked up at Xia De, and Xia De also looked down at him.

Seeing that the other party didn't want to speak, Xia De had to take the initiative to say:

"Let everyone here go, stop, Theodore, there are church ring-warlocks everywhere outside."

The listless Linda Bennett was still opening her eyes, but Xia De felt that she didn't hear what he was saying at all.

And the pale York Bronte looked at him, and answered with a hoarse voice:

"Return my coffin to me, and I will move away after marrying Linda Bennett. I can guarantee that we will leave this area and never come back."

Xia De then asked back:

"Then what about your time curse? Speaking of which, do you have to return to the edge of life and death from time to time, or do you need to be in a high-concentration death environment for a long time?"

This time Bronte's face finally changed. He tried to stand up, but was still entangled by Linda Bennett, so he pushed the girl to the floor on the side:

"I don't understand, why are you traveling through time to find trouble with me? Have I ever offended you? Or did I block your way? The things in the coffin can belong to you, and it's okay if you let me compensate you with other property."

"Life is so precious, we are both powerful mortals, if we can avoid death, why should we fight each other?"

"No, you didn't offend me, and you didn't block my way."

Xia De shook his head:

"You caused a time paradox, you know what the consequences will be; you turned into a monster now and killed so many people, of course I have to solve you."

York Bronte leaned his back against the wall and asked incredibly:

"But what does this have to do with you?"

He didn't look like he was quibbling, but really thought so:

"I caused a time paradox, but that just made me live longer; I killed people, but you don't even know those people."

"What does this have to do with you? I have no grudge against you, why won't you let me go?"