Chapter 061 Mysterious Man

When we arrived at the door of the Vatican, it was wide open.

"Huh?" There was a heavyweight fighter beside him, so Garcia didn't think much about it and pulled Yophiel straight in.

Vatican-style buildings are generally the same, pure white everywhere. The traffic flow design of this branch church is not much different from that of the central church where Garcia is located. Therefore, you only need to slightly bypass the fountain pool to reach the most important building inside, the nave.

Standing outside the nave, Garcia hesitated - they had not met a single clergyman along the way.

How strange, have they all turned into the living dead?

This thought flashed through Garcia's mind, and then he denied the guess - one has to die first before becoming a living dead.

Jophiel has always been frugal with words, so most of the time, it is Garcia who makes the decisions.

Garcia was also struggling with his decision, so he threw the question to Jophiel, asking him, "Should we go in?"

Jophiel asked curiously, "Why don't you go in?" Perhaps noticing Garcia's hesitation, he thought for a moment and reassured him, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Garcia nodded.

He pushed open the heavy double wooden doors and walked in first, followed closely by Jophiel.

After both of them came in, the door of the central hall closed automatically.

Garcia was startled. At this moment, Yophiel took the initiative to hold his hand and calmed Garcia down.

Looking forward again, the hall was not dark because of the light coming in from the huge stained glass windows at the end. It even looked extremely bright because of the pure white decoration style.

At the front of the row, in the shadows, sat a person.

He wore a pointed magic hat and a huge cloak. Unlike the pure black cloak worn by Garcia and the other two, which was mainly used for concealment, the cloak looked extremely gorgeous. It was dark purple with complex patterns embroidered with gold threads, as if it was engraved with some kind of magical mysterious array.

The mysterious man turned around, leaned forward slightly, and saluted elegantly towards Garcia and the others: "Good day, Your Majesty the Holy Son."

Are you so polite?

Garcia reflexively went to work.

"Good day." He took off his hood, still looking holy and noble, and smiled. "Why are you here?"

The mysterious man's face was unclear beneath the wide brim of his hat, but his voice was as soft and smooth as the finest silk. After a brief pause, he slowly said, "I came for you."

"Oh?" Garcia motioned for him to continue.

He looked at Yophiel beside him and asked, "Excuse me, who is this?"

Garcia was just about to help answer by making up a serious but not scary identity for the Archangel.

Then I heard the man beside me say word by word: "I am his husband."

Garcia: “…”

Mysterious man: “…”

Garcia gasped.

He didn't want to argue with the Archangel in front of an outsider, and tried hard to resist turning his head to glare at the man next to him. He tried his best to maintain his composure, and when the mysterious man looked at him in surprise for an answer, he gave him a tacit smile.

The mysterious man chuckled, then said sincerely, "Your Majesty, I feel a sense of familiarity with you from the moment we met. I would like to invite you to my home for a chat—and to discuss matters concerning the living dead."

It’s here, it’s finally here.

Garcia felt early on that this person must have been waiting here on purpose.

He knew his identity, which must be related to the fact that the governor of the Golden Town concealed the truth from the royal family and the branch church concealed the truth from the church.

It is more likely that he is the one who is behind all this.

"So you are?" Garcia asked him.

"My name is Samuel, and I'm the wife of the Chief Governor of Golden Town," he replied. Seeing Garcia's surprise, he added maliciously, "And, he's his thirteenth wife."

Garcia: “…”

Now, Garcia finally understood why Samuel had chuckled when he heard Jophiel claim to be his husband.

He wouldn't think that I was doing something exciting outside without the Vatican's knowledge, right?

Garcia even considered explaining it.

Then Samuel reminded him, "It's getting late. If it gets any later, night will fall and the living dead will come out again - and my carriage is parked outside."

"Okay." Garcia agreed, "But you haven't told me yet, where are my priests?"

"They are all in my house. Please rest assured that they are safe and sound and have been fulfilling their duties."

After saying that, Samuel took the lead and walked out of the middle hall. During the process, he kept leaning slightly to the side, and from time to time he paid attention to the two people walking behind him.

Garcia sincerely felt that Samuel was truly very elegant.

…

Sure enough, the carriage was parked outside.

But why didn't I see it when I came here? Garcia just glanced at it silently without asking.

Instead, Jophiel said, "There is a time and space array on the carriage."

"You're very perceptive," Samuel praised, though his tone didn't sound very sincere.

Afraid that the two would worry, he got on the carriage first.

Jophiel only mentioned that there was a time and space array on the carriage and did not make any further attempts to stop him. So after a brief hesitation, Garcia also pulled him into the carriage which looked very luxurious and comfortable.

The decoration inside the carriage is even more luxurious.

After they sat down, Samuel poured a cup of tea for each of them.

At the same time, a purple magic circle flashed under their feet.

The graceful fluorescent line ended in just a few breaths.

During the process, in order not to be looked down upon by Samuel, Garcia kept his eyes down, drank his tea slowly, and did not dare to look around.

Try to appear relaxed about the situation.

After he put down his teacup, Samuel said softly, "Let's go."

He stood up and opened the curtain of the carriage. The scenery outside was not the open space and weeds outside the Vatican, but a hall decorated in an extremely grand and luxurious style.

"Welcome to my humble abode."

Samuel made a gesture of invitation with his lace-gloved hand.

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"That's roughly the situation." After briefly explaining the situation, Samuel took the tea handed to him by the maid, took a sip to moisten his throat, and waved the maid away.

There were only three of them left in the room.

Garcia exchanged glances with Yophiel.

An hour ago, they were brought into this reception room by Samuel.

And listened to his report on the current situation of Golden Town.

According to Samuel, the strange things started a week ago.

A week ago.

The governor of the Golden Town was seriously ill. At that time, Samuel had just married into the family. He was the great magician who was forced by the governor to marry him to prolong his life.

There was no wedding joy that night.

Instead, Samuel was escorted by a group of servants and taken to the basement. She saw that her husband, whom she had never met, was already in his twilight years, hanging on to his last breath, and ordered the servants to kill someone in front of Samuel.

The murderer was his own son Arnold.

Because Arnold was an alchemist, and the most talented alchemist in history, the Archon believed that as long as he replaced his son's young heart, he would be able to come back to life.

He forced Samuel to use magic to reattach him a new heart.

With a knife held to his neck from behind, Samuel had no choice but to do as he was told.

But when he took the heart that was still beating in the iron plate with a pale face, Samuel, who couldn't bear it, secretly used a resting spell on Arnold, who was lying on the ground with his chest open.

Here, after getting a heart transplant, the Archon miraculously regained his vitality.

On the other hand, Arnold, who was hastily buried, did not truly rest in peace.

On the third day after he was nailed into the coffin and buried in the ground, at night, the nugget of gold that had been kept in the secret room of the Archon's Palace and that had the same origin as the one used by the Holy See to test talents suddenly disappeared.

At the same time, all the gold in the town disappeared.

Moreover, those who had long been dead seemed to come back to life, crawling out of the cemetery at nightfall and walking on the streets, looking for their enemies and loved ones in life.

Since the consul was still recuperating in secret, Samuel, as the other owner of the mansion, had to come forward to control the situation.

He first sealed off the city on a small scale and required all travelers from afar not to go out at night.

Later, he invited all the clergy of the Vatican to come to his mansion to set up the barrier and treat his injuries.

That's right, not to do anything to the consul, but to heal himself.

"So, how did you get injured?" After digesting the entire story, Garcia decided to ask about the matter at hand first - about Samuel's injury.

"Ah..." Samuel sighed softly.

He was finally willing to take off the huge magic hat and reveal his true appearance.

Garcia's eyes widened in surprise again.

The young man was about thirty years old, with long black hair that reached his waist and was as soft as crow feathers. His eyes were purple, looking very deep and charming, and adding a bit of bewitching mystery to his beautiful facial features.

However, on the young man's face and the exposed skin of his neck, where the blood vessels should be, there were densely packed black lines.

Especially in the neck, where there are dense blood vessels, the black lines are even denser.

The young man's beautiful face was strangely painted with terrifying patterns.

"It's corpse qi." Yophiel's eyes twisted mechanically a few times and he suddenly said.

However, the other two people present were not paying attention to him, so they did not notice this detail.

"I have to say, your husband is really very perceptive." Samuel said with a wry smile.

After hearing his story and seeing his appearance, Garcia felt full of sympathy for Samuel and understood why he had to go out wearing such a large and inconvenient hat - Samuel looked more like a living dead than the man who had been peeping at his window last night.

"Did Arnold do it?" Garcia asked him.

Samuel nodded. "Yes, he comes to the mansion every night to look for the Archon. The door to the basement is a whole piece of gold-plated crystal. I can't open it, and neither can Arnold. The day before yesterday, he was so angry that he accidentally bumped into me, and that's how I ended up like this."

He continued, "I learned from the priest that His Holiness the Son of God was coming, so I went to the branch church to wait for you. I hope you can heal me and open that door so that the angry Arnold can vent his anger and the other living dead can rest in peace."

"I hope Golden Town can return to its former prosperity."

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