Chapter 203 The Last Female Witch (8)
In the less than two seconds that it took for the priest's assistant to stumble forward to report, Tokiho quickly and quietly left her seat and hid herself behind a stone pillar in the church.
She was just being naughty, she felt quite happy.
The clergymen all stood there in a daze, at a loss as to what to do.
There is no woman sitting there.
The priest's assistant knelt on the ground and swore to the sky that he had really seen a witch just now!
The deacons shouted, "You are talking nonsense. Are you possessed by the devil?"
The Bishop narrowed his eyes.
He also vaguely saw it... but he couldn't say it.
He couldn't admit in front of so many believers and subordinates that there was an evil spirit in the church, jumping around unscrupulously in front of God...!
The bishop looked away without saying a word, allowing his deacon to question and blame the priest's assistant.
…Just as they were at a stalemate, a carriage with the family crest hanging on it drove up to the church.
The lord's butler, Mr. Watt, is here...!
After the coachman opened the door, he leaned out of the carriage and walked down nimbly.
Mr. Watt was about 30 years old, with a carefully groomed beard. He was wearing a neatly tailored suit, a handkerchief, a hat, and a cane, all of which highlighted his distinguished status.
"Your Excellency, it's a pleasure to see you here. Are you getting ready to go out?"
Walter took off his hat, bowed slightly, and saluted politely, ignoring the slightly chaotic scene in front of him.
He is a great steward, and keeping both parties decent at all times is just basic operation.
The bishop calmed down and became polite: "At this time, Mr. Walter came to the church for something important?"
Walter smiled and asked the driver to bring out several boxes of fresh olives from the carriage.
He responded calmly, "The manor has recently harvested a large number of excellent olives. These were freshly picked today and sent specially to His Excellency the Bishop for everyone to taste."
"Mr. Walter will have to personally deliver a few boxes of fruit. I would like to thank Viscount Santa Cruz for his kindness on behalf of all the believers."
The bishop gave the deacon a look and told him to accept it. He made the sign of the cross on his chest and said goodbye to Walter.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Walter. I have important matters to attend to. I can only come to the manor another day to thank the Viscount in person."
"Your Excellency, your words are too kind. Santa Cruz Village has always been prosperous thanks to your care. This is just a small token of your appreciation. No need to be polite."
Walter's reply was naturally flawless.
After a long tug-of-war over etiquette, the bishop finally got on the carriage and drove away.
The priest's assistant looked confused.
Eh?
He just mentioned witches!
A witch who eats people!
How come everyone seems to be completely indifferent?
A deacon lifted him up from the ground and said, "Hey! Go to the first carriage, sit with the driver, and lead the way!"
The priest's assistant got on the car in a daze.
The carriage convoy quickly disappeared at the intersection.
Even though he knew that an unexpected situation had occurred, the bishop still insisted on going to the next village. He had his reasons.
If a witch really appeared in the church, and it was a monster that could not be killed by fire and could move freely in the church, then with his ability, he would have no way to fight against it.
For the sake of your own life and official position, the best policy is to escape as soon as possible!
As for what Santa Cruz Village might become...his absence was the perfect excuse to shirk responsibility...
…
Seeing the bishop's carriages leave, Walter walked into the church.
According to the workers who handed him the necklace, the strange woman was wearing a lavender dress.
But he looked around and didn't find the target person who matched the description.
In his ears, several remaining aides were whispering about the appearance of the suspected "witch".
This made Walter even more worried.
"What's going on? It can't be a prank... But would anyone really dare to deceive the Santa Cruz family?"
Walter walked around the central aisle of the church, and after finding nothing, he was ready to give in and leave.
And at this moment, a skirt fluttered up from behind a marble pillar... a lavender skirt...
Walter took two quick steps, went around to the side corridor where few people passed by, and finally found Shi Sui.
The two were about 10 meters apart. Shisui smiled at him, then stretched out her index finger and pointed at the carriage parked outside the church.
Walter understood.
Shisui didn't want to talk in the church, but wanted to go to the carriage where it would be more private.
She didn't wait for Watt to nod in agreement and walked out on her own.
Walter shook his head helplessly and followed her.
He felt that although the woman had a local face, her reckless and bold personality was somewhat similar to that of a gypsy.
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