Chapter 153 Late Night Invitation
After telling Arnold not to run around and not to be discovered, Samuel hurried downstairs without even having time to change into his pajamas.
As the butler had said, Bishop Cassius was waiting for him in the drawing room.
Bishop Cassius was wearing a more formal and elaborate uniform than yesterday, and Samuel guessed that there might be some special magical effect on it.
Noticing his gaze, Bishop Cassius took the initiative to explain, "This is a special garment for priests, and it has relatively high defensive properties."
Samuel nodded indifferently. He just took a few more glances out of curiosity. Bishop Cassius was very perceptive and took the initiative to answer his questions.
Samuel was about to say something when Bishop Cassius squinted at him and suddenly asked, "Why are you wearing pajamas? They're a little too big."
Only then did Samuel notice that he had come downstairs without changing his clothes and was still wearing slippers.
He pursed his lips and instructed the butler, "Please entertain Bishop Cassius for me first. I'll go upstairs to change my clothes."
Then he said to Bishop Cassius: "Don't think too much, I am living well here."
After saying that, he left the two of them and hurried upstairs.
When he went upstairs to change his clothes, Samuel suddenly stopped moving his hands halfway through unbuttoning his clothes.
He suddenly realized that Bishop Cassius's reminder was not to criticize the butler for him, but to question why he was wearing clothes that did not belong to him.
He saw it all.
But I was so stupid that I made a fatal mistake - when Samuel was in Arnold's room, he never turned on the light to avoid being discovered. He thought the material of his pajamas would not make much difference.
At this moment, he was changing clothes in his room with a kerosene lamp on, and was surprised to find that the collar and cuffs of his pajamas were embroidered with Arnold's name in silk thread.
It is impossible that someone as perceptive as Bishop Cassius did not notice it.
No matter how harshly the butler treated his mistress, he would never let her wear the pajamas of his deceased stepson.
Considering the matter of the living dead, Bishop Cassius might blame himself for all this.
Samuel's face was as gloomy as water. Even though he was extremely confused, he had to act as if nothing had happened and pretend that he knew nothing.
He hoped that the details on the clothes had not been noticed by the butler - Samuel carefully examined the slippers, which were of a uniform style and had no signature.
After Samuel changed into traditional magician-style clothing, he took his pajamas and slippers into the bathroom and gave them to Arnold, warning him again to be careful not to be discovered, and if he had not returned by dawn, he should take the two things back to the grave.
Arnold nodded and held the clothes he had worn obediently.
The expression on Samuel's face looked a little better. He didn't have time to do any more checks and quickly went downstairs.
It took no more than ten minutes.
When he saw Bishop Cassius in the reception room again, Samuel had adjusted his facial expression.
Bishop Cassius also stood up. "Let's go. Let's talk while we walk. If this weren't so urgent, I really wouldn't want to disturb your sleep."
Samuel nodded.
He ignored Bishop Cassius's temptation and instead instructed the butler again, "I should be back in the morning. Go and invite all the gentlemen and ladies. I have something to say to them."
The butler didn't know what Samuel was up to, but since he said so, something big must have happened. He immediately agreed and promised to contact them right away.
In fact, Samuel said this just because he didn't want him to secretly check his and Arnold's rooms when he left - the incident happened suddenly, there was a zombie in his room, and Arnold's room was full of signs of use, even the clothes he wore during the day and the toast he said he would send to Mr. Herman. If he was discovered, it would be all over.
Samuel could only find an excuse to send the butler away and give him something else to do so that he wouldn't suddenly have the urge to check the wards.
Even so, Samuel was still worried.
Before leaving, he whispered in the housekeeper's ear, "Tell everyone in the mansion to guard the door. I suspect someone will take advantage of the chaos to seek revenge. Also, hurry up and ask a few more people to accompany you and bring your relatives over as soon as possible."
He looked like he was wholeheartedly caring about the mansion, which made the butler trust him even more.
Considering the zombie that just broke into the garden, if Bishop Cassius had not happened to come over, it would have been difficult to deal with it with just a few servants.
The butler felt that things were getting more and more complicated, and at this time, Samuel's role as a great magician became apparent.
"Okay, go ahead and be careful." The butler saw them out.
Samuel and Bishop Cassius were walking down the street.
At night, there was no one on the road, only two people walking side by side.
The Governor's Palace was on a back street, and Samuel knew that if he walked three more blocks he would reach the commercial street.
Who knows what kind of weird scene will be like soon, with demons dancing wildly and hundreds of ghosts parading at night...
Samuel's thoughts were wandering.
"Samuel," Bishop Cassius suddenly asked him, "you sent the butler out just now to prevent him from discovering Arnold in your room, right?"
Samuel felt a little relieved after hearing Bishop Cassius's straightforward question.
"Yes," he replied.
When coming down from upstairs, Samuel thought that he couldn't hide it from Bishop Cassius, so he might as well be sincere and use montage language to get himself out of it.
It can also consolidate the image of a weak widow.
"It seems like you guys get along well." Bishop Cassius smiled. "You're not surprised at all that I would know."
"Because you are the only one I can trust, and you won't hurt me," Samuel replied.
He thought for a moment and then slowly explained, "I was shocked at first. I really thought Arnold was dead. After all, I attended his funeral."
"Last night, the gold theft—I guess even if the captain of the guard tried so hard to hide it, you still knew about it—he was with me the night the gold was stolen. I was shocked when I first saw him. How should I put it? Arnold seemed to have lost his mind. He didn't remember anything except alchemy. Out of compassion, I took him in."
"Tonight, too. He came to see me. We were in his room because it was safer there and no one would come and disturb us. I asked him a lot of questions about the living dead."
"So, if you have anything, you can ask me. Maybe I know something."
As he spoke, Samuel winked playfully.
It was all true, and he didn't believe Bishop Cassius could find any fault with it.
Honesty is the basis of trust. At this stage, Samuel does not want to have any dirty dealings with Bishop Cassius. He hopes that Bishop Cassius will use his authority to protect him, and he is even more afraid that he will be severely punished if he breaks up with the clergy.
He had to gain Bishop Cassius's trust.
Sure enough, Bishop Cassius's expression softened considerably.
He smiled and said, "Of course I trust you. We don't have many opportunities to meet, and I hope you won't hide anything from me. I'm always on your side."
"Yes." Samuel agreed immediately.
The two reached a consensus.
Bishop Cassius then asked him, "How much do you know about the living dead?"
Samuel joked with him, "I only regret not stopping the captain of the guard when he wanted to seal off the city this afternoon. I can't even imagine what a horrible sight we'll be facing in ten minutes—we can already smell the stench of corpses."
Bishop Cassius was stunned for a moment, then laughed.
He sighed, "Let alone a whole town of zombies appearing at the same time, in all my years as a bishop, I've only seen two or three zombies."
"I'm just like you," Samuel said. "Arno was the first living dead I'd ever seen. I'd only seen descriptions of him in ancient books, which was why I wasn't sure the thief was one that afternoon. To be on the safe side, I only told the captain of the guards that he wasn't alive. That evening, I learned from Arno that all the corpses in the cemetery had resurrected, and that's when I realized the seriousness of the situation."
At this point, Samuel revealed all the known information to his allies in the form of casual conversation.
The two also walked outside the commercial street.
Not only is the place filled with stench, but you can also see many zombies crawling around in the dark.
Among them are pure skeletons, mummified corpses similar to mummies, and relatively fresh corpses with broken hands and feet.
It can be seen that the one with a skeleton should be the oldest.
Perhaps out of guilt, Samuel raised his right hand before Bishop Cassius could speak. There was a red magic circle on his right hand, which gradually lit up with a strong light that reflected on the ground as he urged it.
Many of the living dead were attracted by the light and looked over.
Just as the magic circle was getting bigger and bigger, covering many zombies like a net, about to crush them.
Bishop Cassius suddenly grabbed Samuel's hand.
"No hurry," he said. "Samuel, have you noticed? They are not conscious, or they have no intention of hurting anyone."
Samuel lowered his hand as his strength increased.
The red light went out, and the attention of the living dead shifted. He continued to think about breaking into the gold shop's warehouse and ignored the two men.
Samuel was actually relieved. He took the initiative just to find an opportunity to show Bishop Cassius that he could use magic.
Deep down, he didn't want to deal with these corpses.
He felt unlucky and was afraid of bad luck.
"Indeed, the guards haven't received any reports of injuries. Their only target is the gold," Samuel asked Bishop Cassius. "So, why did you call me out? I thought you needed my help to get rid of these undead."
Bishop Cassius shook his head: "No."
After a few seconds, he added, "Why don't you guess that I asked you out just because I wanted to see you? Your nominal husband is now dead or alive, maybe there is still a possibility for us to start over?"
"Maybe." Samuel replied with a smile.
He could tell that Bishop Cassius was joking, so he smiled and replied.
"So why did you call me out?" Samuel couldn't stand the terrible smell anymore. He told Bishop Cassius in a serious tone that if it wasn't for important business, he wanted to go home and take a shower and sleep.
Bishop Cassius gave Samuel a long look.
Before Samuel could see what was in his eyes, he looked away again.
In the same serious tone as Samuel, he said, "I hope you can give me something. We can discuss the details during the day. Now, like you, I can't stand the smell, so we'd better get these bodies back to the grave."
Samuel ignored the first half of Bishop Cassius's cryptic sentence because his attention was entirely focused on the second half.
We took the body back to the grave.
These words severely whipped Samuel's mind.
The two looked at each other for a few seconds.
Samuel said nothing. He turned the gold bracelet on his wrist in front of Bishop Cassius.
In an instant, he was brought back to his room in the mansion by the programmed directional teleportation magic.
Goodbye!
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