Chapter 545: Cruel Rabbi

Hearing this, Aiwass was finally able to confirm what had just happened.

His previous intuitive judgment was indeed correct. Someone was indeed "risking his life to send a message"!

"……I see."

Sherlock also reacted synchronously: "By cursing that troll curser, we were led here.

"That's why the curse only lasted a brief moment, and after being stopped, it didn't repeat itself. And even though he knew he had been discovered, he didn't change his position at all...

"There's no ambush here at all—this old troll is using this method to tell us Mr. Red Wine's location."

But soon, Sherlock had a question in his mind: "But how did you know we were near Her Highness the Saint at that time?"

This was the point he couldn't figure out - if the old troll was imprisoned here, then how did he get the information from them?

Could it be that just as Cardinal Loki can monitor the Theocracy, he can also monitor Cardinal Loki here?

"No, I don't know."

The old troll sat on the ground with his legs crossed and answered honestly.

He replied calmly and slowly, "But I know that the three of them will definitely come to the Church. And I also know that given their personalities, they will most likely get into trouble.

"I calculated the time, and they should have been here a while ago. So I cast a spell on Zumaidi around noon—given their personalities, they'd probably be looking for food at this time. Once Zumaidi causes a commotion, I'll find time to curse Babulu... that should lure them over."

"I can only say that luck was on my side. I succeeded on my first try."

……No wonder.

Bram gritted his teeth.

He actually felt a little bit of disharmony just now.

"Old Rabbih", who had been silently enduring since being arrested, suddenly softened his attitude and started chatting with him!

But he didn't think much of it at the time, assuming the other party had already figured it out—after all, going to the ancient Parthian Empire was much better than staying in the tropical rainforest of the southern continent. The "job profile" he had previously described to Old Rabbih was not false at all; he truly thought it was a good job.

The power of the Good Lord is greater than that of the monarchs of Avalon and Star Antimony!

Those were truly absolute rulers who had the final say. Anyone who dared to resist them would have no water to drink; anyone who dared to kill them would have their water cut off and the entire city would be destroyed.

In Bram's view, this is a real win-win situation.

Being the most trusted secret servant of such a ruler with absolute power and who acts arbitrarily, wouldn't that be much more enjoyable than being the leader of a group of troll tribes, hiding deep in the rainforest where there is no entertainment, eating raw meat and chewing herbs every day?

For a suspicious lord, the most important thing is trust. A troll slave, someone without any social connections and whose life is in their own hands, is the most trustworthy. He will surely be given important positions, even expensive life-extending drugs.

——Who would have thought that this old guy would actually prefer to return to the tropical rainforest where there is nothing.

In order to stab him in the back, he even cursed and killed his loyal tribesmen!

Hearing this, Sherlock narrowed his eyes slightly.

He realized that this old troll was no pushover either.

Although it was a coincidence that Pure White happened to be nearby when Zumaidi was cursed...but if Pure White wasn't there, the end result would be the same. As long as one of the trolls died, using the curse to commit murder in the Theocracy would alert the Church of the Nine Pillars.

It was different from Avalon, where many people died every day even on the Glass Island.

In the theocracy, where public security is good enough, the killing of any person is considered a big deal—although trolls are of low status, in a sense they are more worthy of concern.

In the Theocracy, this was considered "political correctness." While it wasn't a performance for anyone, one's own heart—or rather, one's path—could not go against it.

Because any clergyman with a little status must attach great importance to such a situation as "a young troll came to the Theocracy to rescue the kidnapped tribal leader, and the kidnapped leader wanted to conduct a secret transaction with someone in the Theocracy, and the young troll was cursed to death in the street during the investigation."

——This BUFF is really stacked too much.

If I retreat here, I'm afraid my dedication will waver.

Do you find this too dangerous, or perhaps too much trouble? Do you discriminate against the trolls, unwilling to sacrifice for them? The Theocracy prohibits the human trade, treating trolls as human beings rather than commodities, so why don't you stop the trade? Killings are being made in the streets, even by curse casters, so why do you turn a blind eye?

Even tribal leaders could be considered monarchs in a sense. And the political leaders of local forces being sabotaged and harmed by foreign, non-national transcendents... this was also the main focus of the theocracy's sanctions.

——This old troll named "Old Rabbih" fully understands the pain points of the elves.

Even Bram, who brought him here, probably doesn't know as much about elves as old Rabbih does.

And in order to achieve all these goals.

Simply "cursing and injuring him" is not enough to alarm the church's top leaders.

The curse only lasted a brief moment before automatically rescinding itself. This could only be considered a threat or a prank. If the curse were too weak, the bishop would probably just dispel it. Even the three young trolls themselves wouldn't take it seriously, thinking such incidents were insignificant and too common in the southern continent.

It must be a fatal curse, and it must cause a quick and painful death. Only then will everyone take it seriously.

——From the very beginning, old Rabbih planned to personally curse and kill two of the three trolls who came to rescue him.

“…I think I know you.”

Sherlock frowned and asked, "Are you the prototype of 'The Troll Wizard's Escape'?"

Hearing this, Aiwass also raised his eyes and looked at the troll carefully.

He had also read this novel - it was not a literary classic, but just a piece of casual reading.

Its full name is "The story of how a brutal troll wizard who was sold to the Star Antimony Kingdom by slave traders deceived and killed his master, escaped with his lover, the female troll Barbie, and returned to the southern continent after drifting on a raft for 28 days."

——Yes, Iris is a popular title for books now.

It’s more like an introduction than a title...because these books are just placed on the shelves, and it’s not easy to attract readers’ attention just by looking at the title. Without the recommendation of book reviewers, you will be dazzled if you are not careful.

Your book is called "The Secret Love History of a Noble Lady", and you followed the trend and wrote "The Secret Love History of a Noble Lady". Readers who don't know might think it is a series, and might even be looking forward to when the next book "The Secret Love History of a Noble Young Master" will be released.

In this case, Bram invented a new type of title:

He printed all the most eye-catching plots in red capital letters on the cover of the book, so that it can be clearly seen from a distance and thus arouse interest - this trend was started by him.

The side effect is that these titles are not easy to promote and readers find it difficult to remember. So after these books become popular, he will contact major publishers to change the book's title to a shorter one, remake the cover, and wrap the previous title inside as a description.

At least in terms of the technique of writing best-selling books, Bram can indeed be called a genius.

"What are you going to do with him?"

Aiwass looked at Pure White.

"Lock him up first."

Chunbai lowered his head and explained, "According to the general procedure, for this type of criminal, we first contact the country where he is located. We can extradite him or authorize his punishment..."

"I'm the Iris Man! I'm the Iris Man!"

Bram yelled, "Please contact the Speaker! I need a lawyer!"

"--However, his case not only involves an ongoing troll trade, but is also related to the descendants of giants. He also attacked the Pope's guards. Therefore, we will not contact anyone until his other crimes are dealt with and all his secrets are revealed through torture."

Pure White continued calmly.

“…Tsk.”

Bram tutted.

But Aiwass noticed that even so... Bram didn't seem very scared.

At this moment, Bram suddenly looked at Aiwass.

"Don't think you can get away, Aiwass! Is it fun to help people?"

He shouted loudly, even breaking his voice: "When you see me, the Lord can smell your breath!

"When you dream, sharp claws will sear your flesh—"

Boom——

Aiwass suddenly stepped forward, raised the heavy scepter in his hand, and smashed it hard on Bram's face!

Instantly, he coughed up blood, along with shattered teeth. The intense pain made him instinctively burst into tears.

As a fourth-level transcendent of the Path of Devotion, Aiwass possessed excellent physical fitness. While not as good as a melee class like Haina, he was still a mid-range class—at least much stronger than agile physical classes like Hunter Assassin.

His power caused Bram to faint instantly.

Aiwass raised his hand slightly, and the light instantly healed Bram's injuries.

"I was targeted. It was a matter between me and Xiong Tiansi."

He was not angry, but spoke calmly.

"you……"

When Bram woke up and opened his eyes, before he could reply, Aiwass hit him with his stick again!

"—you're not worthy enough to call me."

"I……"

"Be thankful. If Her Highness the Saint wasn't here, I would have burned you to death."

This went on three or four times, and all of Bram's teeth were knocked out by Aiwass.

Because teeth aren't flesh and blood—the loss of bones can't be instantly restored through illumination magic. At least in divine judgment, "tooth loss" is considered a disability... just like a broken limb, it can only be healed through ritual.

When Bram was healed and woke up again by Aiwass, there was a bit more fear in his eyes when he looked at Aiwass.

Aiwass raised his scepter again, poised to strike. Bram instinctively closed his eyes, shrank his neck, and tears flowed.

But the scepter in Aiwass's hand did not fall.

"Go and repent...even though you won't be able to do that."

Aiwass just looked at Bram with contempt and turned away.

Lily followed Aiwass first, followed by Sherlock.

Two of the three trolls stayed behind to support the old troll, including Zumaidi, who had nearly been cursed to death. Conversely, the old troll's grandson, the tan-skinned "Little Rabbih," hesitated for a moment before following Aiwass out.

After realizing his own weakness, Bram was stunned for a long time, but suddenly burst into tears:

"Mom, Mom..."

He had all his teeth knocked out and was calling out incoherently.

Since leaving Avalon, he has been smooth sailing and has never encountered any setbacks... In a sense, he is still the boy who was only thinking about how to rebel against his father.

"Take him away and lock him up in the eighteenth ring."

Pure White waved his hand and ordered, "I will question him alone later."

We need to interrogate him thoroughly to find out where he stole the source blood needed to steal the giant's bloodline power.

Pure White thought.

...It can't really be you, Cardinal Loki?

She looked at old Rabbi, thought for a moment, and added, “Also find out who the buyer is and give him a warning.

"These people are becoming more and more presumptuous. Let them remember that the Holy Theocracy is not a place for them to act recklessly."

The saint, her eyes covered with white satin, gave the order in a cold voice.

The update is complete. Today is also an update of more than 6,000 words.

(End of this chapter)