Chapter 336 Sea God Bloodline

Plymouth.

The buildings in the village were old and dilapidated, with moss covering the mottled walls and the air filled with a damp, rotten stench.

In the center of the village stands an old church with its spire towering into the gloomy sky.

Clan Doyle stood in the square in front of the church, smoking a pipe, and looked around. He saw that the stone wall was covered with traces of weathering, and the statues on the beams were flattened by humans, but he could vaguely make out that they seemed to be statues related to fish.

“It’s a nightmare town.”

Crane muttered.

"Everyone seemed to have the salty taste of the sea... Lifeless, like fish dying of thirst on the shore..."

Squeak——

The door of the church opened, followed by the sound of heavy footsteps.

A tall and burly priest walked out from the shadows, wearing a wide robe over plate armor, a flail on his waist, a bucket helmet on his head, and an open mask, revealing a middle-aged face with a sad brow, as if he was worried all the time.

"Sir, this is not the place for you."

The pastor said with a straight face.

"The church's doors are open to all believers, why can't I come?" Crane asked.

The pastor said dully:

"The Demon Hunting Hammer is stationed here, shouldering the mission of judging evil spirits. It is not open to believers. If you want to pray to the holy icon, please go somewhere else."

Cran took a deep puff of his pipe, exhaled the smoke slowly, and said with a slight smile, "I am the imperial envoy sent by the Lionheart King to Plymouth to investigate the secret cult... Although you don't have to salute me, you can't stop me outside. Don't invite me in to rest?"

The pastor was stunned for a moment, looked at Clan carefully, and whispered:

"Please wait a moment, sir."

After a while, the pastor returned again, his attitude becoming much more gentle.

"The presiding judge has given instructions. Please follow me."

Clan followed the priest to the weed-covered courtyard. On both sides of the stone-paved road stood strange stone sculptures. The heads of the statues were all missing. They seemed to be statues related to mermen.

"What's your name?" Cran asked casually.

"Harvey." The pastor put on a cold expression, as if he didn't want to talk in depth.

Clan did not give up and started a conversation in a familiar tone:

"Havi, how long have you been stationed here? Have you seen many murlocs?"

Harvey's face was a little stiff, but he thought of the instructions of the Chief Judge Famula, that he should maintain etiquette towards the imperial envoy and not give him any handle, so he replied dully:

"We have been stationed here for half a month."

"As for the murlocs you mentioned..." Harvey glanced at the headless statue subconsciously and whispered, "This is a sinful town. The shadow of murlocs is everywhere."

"What's the meaning?"

"The townspeople here have gloomy faces, staggering steps, and suspicious behavior... There are many mixed-blood fishmen among them."

Harvey's compassionate face flashed with a trace of pity, and he immediately said: "But please rest assured, these hybrids have all been judged by fire... The surviving townspeople are normal humans... At least for now, they are normal."

"Thank you for your help."

Cran said meaningfully, "The Lord of Plymouth did nothing, which led to the heresy of the Tidecaller Cult infiltrating Plymouth. Your trial of heretics is a righteous act for the country and the people."

Harvey murmured, "The wicked will not go unpunished, but the descendants of the righteous will be delivered."

Crane: "Proverbs 11:21."

Harvey turned around in surprise, only to see the detective take a deep puff of his pipe and say hoarsely, "I'm not interested in theology, but I've dabbled in it a little... Those who walk with God are called righteous, but righteous people often suffer betrayal, just like the Messiah who was betrayed for thirty pieces of silver."

"Injustice will bring about God's judgment, while righteousness will bring us closer to the kingdom of God," Harvey said devoutly.

Suddenly, Cran casually asked a sharp question.

“So what you are doing now is righteousness or unrighteousness?”

Harvey's steps froze for a moment, then he returned to normal, walking in front and continuing to lead the way.

"Helena, you should have heard of this name, right? A girl who is only fourteen years old."

Cran's eyes were deep as he stared straight at Harvey's back, not missing any changes in his body movements.

"According to my understanding, more than a month ago, the Tidecaller Cult in Plymouth planned to sacrifice Helena to the King of the Murlocs, but a sudden tsunami destroyed the ceremony site, killing a large number of cult members."

"But Helena escaped from the ritual and her whereabouts are unknown..."

In the corridor, Clan looked up at the patterns on the stone pillars and said:

"Now, the girl named Helena should be in this church, right?"

Harvey remained silent.

But from his silence, Cran heard many voices, including shame, guilt, and self-blame.

For a righteous man, it is obviously unjust to let a girl give up her freedom, so Harvey fell into silence for a long time... Crane inferred.

"It seems I guessed right." Crane shrugged.

"The presiding judge is in the meeting room up front."

Harvey stopped and said in a hoarse voice, "She has already instructed that she wants to discuss the matter of the Tidecaller Cult with you in person. I won't disturb you. Please take your time."

After saying that, Harvey walked away.

Clan stared at his back, then frowned slightly, thinking of Famula's bad reputation, sighed softly, and knocked on the door.

Please...collect 6...9...books...!

"Come in."

The sunlight shone through the window and fell on the coffee table in the meeting room. On an armchair with her back to Crane, sat a woman wearing a loose windbreaker with her empty sleeves hanging down. Next to the chair was a gold-inlaid cane.

The chair turned, revealing Famula's true face. Her intimidating iron mask had been removed, revealing a beautiful and cold face. She had short black hair and was sipping black tea in her hand.

Famula gently placed the porcelain cup of black tea on the tea table, looked at Clan, nodded slightly and said:

"I have heard of your great name for a long time."

"That's too much."

In the face of the pressure from the Six-Ring Master, Clan's momentum was not much inferior. He sat down in the chair in front of Famula and shook his pipe to indicate, "Okay?"

"Go ahead." Famula nodded.

Cran took a deep puff of his pipe to ease his nervousness about facing the master, and got straight to the point:

"To be honest, I came here on the orders of the Lionheart King to investigate the Tidecaller Cult, and I want to ask you about someone..."

Before she finished speaking, Famula said calmly:

"Helena, she is indeed in this church."

Clan was stunned for a moment, surprised. He did not expect Famula to be so frank. After all, Helena must be confined. It was called care, but it was actually house arrest. This was an unjust act according to the doctrine.

Famula paused and said, "But no matter what excuse you use, Lord Clan, I will not hand Helena over to you."

Crane opened his mouth, but the long speech got stuck in his throat, so he changed his words and said, "Why?"

Famula narrowed her eyes slightly, and a cold and sharp light flashed in her beautiful eyes.

"Helena has the [blood of the sea god] flowing in her body."

Clan's eyes suddenly widened with disbelief.

In an instant, his heart was filled with stormy waves, and he felt that the mystery that had troubled him for so long was finally solved!

No wonder when Helena was about to be sacrificed, a tsunami suddenly occurred, helping her escape.

No wonder the fish king was willing to pay any price to get Helena. Devouring her, who has the blood of the sea god, would be of great help to the fishmen of the deep sea race! Famula leaned back, leaned on the back of the chair, crossed her long legs, and sneered with a cold glow in her long tactical boots:

"Whether it's the fishman or the sea god, in the final analysis, they are all heretics... They must be judged!"

"Mr. Crane, since you are the envoy of King Lionheart, please tell King Lionheart that the trial of heretics is under the jurisdiction of our Inquisition, and there is no need for the Golden Lion Royal Family to bother intervening."

Famula said coldly: "When we have finished our journey, I will give King Lionheart a written report and tell him everything that happened here... So, please go back."

The chair turned, Famula turned her back to Clan and ordered him to leave.

Clan sighed softly, realizing that the reason why Famula told him that Helena was pregnant with the blood of Poseidon was so that he could report to the king and not interfere with their actions.

Further questioning will only further intensify the conflict.

Crane wisely left the church and walked in the dead square, looking up at the gray sky.

At this time, a communication sounded, coming from the Duke of Honeysuckle.

"Mr. Crane, have you got any clues about Plymouth?"

Suddenly, Crane looked around vigilantly, but found nothing.

I always have a bad feeling... I always feel like Ye Zhi is watching me, but I can't see him! (End of this chapter)