"Thank you so much, Deacon Cork. Thank you for tracking down this document for us. You have made an indelible contribution to this research."
Standing next to Cork, a priest looked at Cork with excitement and said, and Cork answered with a smile.
"Haha, I was the one who was good at making a move and put this batch of documents in the library ahead of time. I came back this time just to make up for my mistake."
"Deacon Cork is so approachable. We are so blessed to have you as our leader."
"No, no, I just did what I was supposed to do."
Kirk said this with a kind smile, but in his narrowed eyes, there was a barely perceptible gleam of brilliance.
"I am blessed to have subordinates like you who are easily infected... "
Kirk thought about it in his heart, and at the same time he touched a hard object under his robe, and his smile suddenly deepened.
All of this is within Cork's plan. By releasing documents from the library in advance, the members of the History and Economics Department who have been affected by the virus will become dissatisfied. Then an application will be drafted, and they will be guided to sign a joint letter. In this way, they will obtain a pass to enter the library with the will of the entire History and Economics Department and gain the right to consult and borrow books.
When drafting the application, Coke had already expanded the scope of the secret books to be consulted and borrowed to include secret books that were not originally included in this batch of documents. The final result was that Coke successfully obtained other additional secret books from the library.
This extra secret document was Coke's main target. When it was taken out of the library, it was mixed with other documents and sent out of the library. Now it is being kept in Coke's robe.
'Next, we just need to find a chance to leave the church area and hand over the secret document... We'll find a chance to arrange another overhaul in the next few days and replace the fake lenses in the instrument. The infection of these guys with the virus is relatively mild. They are just showing that they value the documents. If they pray normally... the virus will disappear soon.'
After taking a look at the situation on the scene, Cork thought to himself that as the head of the History and Economics Department, he had the right to arrange for the maintenance of the instruments in the History and Economics Department. It was he who had tampered with the maintenance and replaced an enchanted lens in all the instruments with ordinary lenses, which weakened the instruments' ability to resist toxins and caused the people in the History and Economics Department to be infected with a mild toxin.
However, if the lens is replaced immediately in the near future and the instrument is restored to normal, then the mild cognitive poison on the people in the History Department can be slowly eliminated, and the secret message sent out of the church area will be quickly studied by someone outside at a high cost.
'Send out the secret texts and send them back after you have finished studying them, and then store them together with this batch of documents. Then there will be no traces left, and everything will be perfect.'
Cork continued to think in his mind that this was a very complete plan, which he would implement together with the secret society outside. If everything went well, he would not be suspected and would not leave any handle. He could even continue to serve in the Glow Church and continue to be its deacon.
"All for the truth of the Virgin Mary..."
Leaving the noisy crowd, Cork walked along the edge of the hall while muttering silently. After pushing open a door on the wall, he entered his office. When he walked to his desk, his eyes were attracted by something on it: an envelope.
When Cork saw the envelope, he was not prepared to respond immediately. He usually had a lot of documents, letters, and newspapers delivered to his desk, so he didn't pay attention to it for a while. Until he saw the name of the recipient written on the envelope, he stopped in his tracks.
"To Deacon Cork who has just returned from the library with stolen books."
Seeing these words on the envelope, Cork was startled, then he reached out his hand and closed the envelope with a snap. After looking around, he immediately closed the office door.
Then, Cork sat in his seat, he slowly picked up the envelope, opened it and took out the letter inside, unfolded it and began to examine it carefully. This was a letter typed out, so the handwriting could not be seen.
After taking a quick glance at the entire letter, his heart suddenly tightened.
"Dear Deacon Coke, I am aware of the conspiracy you have carried out in your church. Your plan is very thorough, but unfortunately it has been leaked. In addition to me, other people have also known your intentions.
"Not everyone expects your plan to succeed as much as I do. Now others who know about your actions have reported you to the Inquisition. I think the Heretic Investigator will come to you soon.
"For various reasons, I do not want you to be arrested for this, and I cannot stop the prosecution against you. Therefore, I am sending you this letter to remind you to run away quickly and leave the church area. The farther you run, the better. There is still time. If you are late, it will be too late."
Looking at the letter in front of him, Cork stood still, with sweat oozing from his forehead and he felt a chill running up his back.
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In North Tivian, on the edge of the cathedral district, there is a tall building that looks like a castle. The armed religious guards are patrolling around the building, guarding it strictly.
This is the Inquisition, the residence of the heresy investigators of the Glowing Church. They are also responsible for some internal affairs of the Glowing Church.
While Kirk was reading the letter in his office, Vanya was in the courtroom, being questioned.
Inside the courtroom, in a small, dim room, Vanya was sitting on a hard bench with a nervous look on her face. In front of her was a small square table with a cup of tea on it. Opposite the table sat two serious-looking priests with crew cuts, with epaulettes of swords and torches on their shoulders.
"Then, let's confirm, Vanya Chafillon, Sister of the History and Scripture Department, Junior Deacon, do you want to report your boss, the Director of the History and Scripture Department, Intermediate Deacon, Ludo Coke, by real name?"
Staring at Vanya in front of him, a priest questioned her in a serious tone, and Vanya swallowed and answered firmly.
"Yes, I confirm that Deacon Cork is very likely to have heretical thoughts and even wants to use the heresy secrets to infect all the staff in our History and Classics Department."
"Can you provide evidence?" the priest continued, and Vanya immediately responded.
"The evidence is in the History and Classics Office. Seal off the place immediately, check the secret observation device, and conduct drug detection tests on all members of the History and Classics Office. Then you will find the problem."
Vanya's tone was firm. Hearing her words, the two priests in the court couldn't help but feel a little surprised. After looking at each other, one of them questioned her in a very serious manner.
"Sister Vanya, can you take responsibility for your words and actions? If your report is false, you will bear serious responsibility."
After hearing these words, Vanya felt uneasy for a while, but she calmed down later and answered seriously.
"Yes, I can take responsibility."
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