As soon as the old woman finished speaking, a blood-red magic halo suddenly lit up around her.
The halo was sucked into the old woman's mouth like a long river, and then she changed from a hunchbacked old woman into a young woman with a straight figure.
It’s just that his eyes and temperament look particularly aggressive.
Before Monica could ask her anything, she just grinned, shook her head at Monica, and then slowly faded in front of Monica until she disappeared.
Monica frowned and shook her head, ignoring the mysterious old woman.
Anyway, she came here just to get something her father might have left for her.
She didn't have the chance to come here the last time she escaped from King Karl's City, and now she came here to say a long goodbye to her "Bellucci".
Yes, although Monica investigated the current industry of the Bellucci family, she also learned that they were conducting secret transactions with the orcs.
But she has no plans to rejoin the Bellucci family.
She was going to hand over all the evidence and photos to the Holy Light Church.
She believed that if she gave the Holy Light Church a family that could consistently produce high-level appraisers, or even legendary appraisers, they would seize the opportunity, even if the Holy Light Church was corrupt.
As for whether the people of the Church of Holy Light are also involved with the orcs?
It's impossible!
Because the belief in Holy Light cannot be spread in the Orc tribes at all. Compared with the cultists, the long-standing ambition of the Church of Holy Light is to wipe out the Orcs from this continent.
After all, even if they are cultists, the children they give birth to can still return to the embrace of holy light.
But orcs...
Without thinking about anything else, Monica silently closed the door behind her and opened the oilcloth bag.
There were two things in the oilcloth bag.
A gold ring with a simple style and dull color.
Monica turned it over and saw a tiny inscription clearly engraved on the inner circle: "Truth has nothing to do with strength, and ignorance is also bliss."
Ring of Truth (IX)
Category: Accessories
Rank: Epic+
Occupation: Appraiser
Basic attributes: Intelligence +100, Essence +100
Passive: Immune to all negative effects caused by detecting high-level knowledge.
Special Skills: Dedicate to the Truth - Sacrifice all your knowledge in the name of "truth", plunge into the sea of truth, and construct a law of truth. If the construction is successful, the level of the Ring of Truth will be raised by one level. After reaching level IX, it can be upgraded to a higher level.
Monica frowned. She seemed to have been wearing this ring on her hand until her father was buried.
At that time, her professional level as an appraiser was not high enough and she had no idea that this ring was so powerful.
Monica put the ring on casually and looked at another object.
A torn diary page with charred edges and stained with dark brown stains.
On it was the scrawl that Monica knew so well, the characteristic of her father's old age, when he was no longer able to do anything:
"...Irina and Leonard were at the altar...they...changed my medicine...the sacrifice failed (the words at the back were covered by large stains and could not be recognized)".
"It turns out that my father's medicine was replaced... That's why the sacrificial ceremony on the altar failed."
She wiped the still-fresh blood of her father from her fingertips and placed her father's diary in her arms.
Some debts must be repaid personally.
…
The damp hotel room was filled with the smell of rotting paper. Under Monica's fingertips, the blood-stained torn page was icy cold.
My father's scribbled handwriting on his deathbed was like a red-hot iron, burning through all his pretense of self-possession.
"...Irina and Leonard were at the altar... They... switched my medicine... The sacrifice failed..."
Every twisted character speaks of betrayal.
It was not exile or frame-up, but the direct extinguishing of the last candle of life of a husband and a brother, and trampling the family glory that he had maintained throughout his life into the mud.
The dim light of the oil lamp danced, casting a heavy shadow under Monica's drooping eyelashes.
She once thought that handing over the dirty evidence of collusion with orcs to the Church of Holy Light and crushing this corrupt family with rules would be worthy of her father's surname.
She was wrong.
The judgment of the Holy Light Church? That's too easy for them.
His cold fingertips brushed across the dark brown stain on the writing; it was his father's blood.
Monica closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, the raging storm inside had frozen into a block of hard, poisonous black ice.
There was no angry roar, only an unquestionable determination.
She picked up the report document on the table that had been prepared and was ready to be submitted to the Holy Light Church, without even looking at it.
Swish——!
The paper shattered between her fingers and fell like snowflakes.
Before the light scraps of paper touched the ground, her cold, hoarse voice had already cut through the silent air:
"Change of plan. Irina, Leonard... I will personally send them down and confess to my father."
Mark leaned in the shadow by the door and nodded silently, his breathing not even becoming heavier.
He totally agreed with Monica's current point of view. If he had the ability to take revenge himself, why should he rely on others!
Anna's emerald eyes flashed with a sharpness, and the elf silently tightened the bow arm.
Enzo let out a low roar like thunder from his throat, and his big hands tightly gripped the wooden handle of the warhammer, and his knuckles cracked.
"It should have been done long ago!" the dwarf uttered, his eyes red. "Stab those rotten bastards through their intestines!"
What Enzo was thinking about at this moment was actually the tribesmen who turned into Star Ice Puppets in the Frostwhisper Rift that day.
They were also betrayed by their own people!
Those who betrayed me deserved to die!
Of course, it is impossible to attack the current head and his wife of a top noble family in a kingdom with a long history and kill them directly.
…
Seventy kilometers southwest of King Karl's City, on the edge of the Lor Swamp.
The night was as thick as ink, carrying with it the suffocating stench of decay rising from the methane.
The bonfires lit by several orc patrols cast flickering halos of light among the mud and puddles, illuminating the huge figures wearing rough leather armor and with protruding fangs.
The harsh orcish shouts and clash of weapons sounded particularly harsh at the edge of the deadly swamp.
Sudden!
Boom!!!
A violent hammer shadow accompanied by the harsh sound of wind and thunder, smashed like a meteorite onto a rotten watchtower used as camouflage at the edge of the camp!
Sawdust mixed with mud exploded high into the sky!
"Enemy attack!!" The orc whistle's shrill roar instantly tore through the night sky.
The entire camp was like a hornet's nest that had been poked, and it was boiling in an instant.
The sound of heavy footsteps, the metallic friction of weapons being drawn, and the roars of angry orcs filled the air.
Countless pairs of eyes flashing with ferocious light in the darkness were all directed at the arrogant figure illuminated by the campfire.
Enzo was pulling the heavy warhammer out of the chest of an orc sentry, grinning fiercely at the enemies surging like a tide, his huge voice echoing far away in the swamp night wind:
"Your dwarf grandpa is here! You bastards, I'll treat you to Hammer Pie tonight!"
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