Ning Feng was completely unaware of the changes happening on Andrew's side and in the outside world; all his energy was now focused on dealing with Bishop Charles in front of him.
After a period of friendly exchanges, Ning Feng and the necromancer, who shared a similar plight, had reached the point where they could exchange names.
It wasn't just Ning Feng's influence and guidance that worked; it was also because Bishop Charles had always been waiting for someone like him to confide in.
The night grew deeper.
The two returned to their original positions, but this time the tea that had made Ning Feng feel ashamed was no longer on the table.
"Like you, I don't know when it started, but I can no longer hear the voice of the gods."
With his head bowed, Charlie finally spoke slowly after a long silence:
"You know, I've been feeling lost about this situation for a long time now..."
“I love my Lord, and even though she has neglected and abandoned me, my faith has never changed.”
He spoke these words without the slightest hesitation, as a steadfast and devout believer.
"I am a servant of God, and I am willing to give everything for God, whether it be my body or my soul."
At this moment, the calm voice changed, becoming deeper:
"I don't know when it started, but I've noticed... I always lose my nighttime memories."
Memories of the night?
Ning Feng, who had been listening quietly, raised an eyebrow slightly and asked:
"You mean, you no longer dream?"
"No, that's not it... What I've forgotten are my memories from when I was conscious."
Charlie shook his head, raised his eyes, and let Ning Feng see the weariness in them.
"I am in the habit of praying at night because that is when my mind is at its most peaceful during the day."
The militia captain had told Ning Feng the same thing before: the pastor was preparing for the night's prayers.
“That day was no different from any other day. I bathed and changed clothes as usual. When I started meditating and praying, I found that I was hallucinating.”
Charlie's body trembled slightly; even just recalling the feeling made him unable to stop himself from shaking.
"I felt my body being gradually drained by an invisible force, losing blood and moisture, and my body began to shrivel up."
"It was a hallucination so real that it almost made me wail and cry, but you know what?"
Charlie looked at Ning Feng, his voice filled with excitement:
"On that day, my first reaction was one of being moved... because only my Lord would do such a thing for me!"
“I believe that was divine punishment! My Lord has finally seen me again! This illusion is her retribution for the wavering in my heart!”
"She hasn't given up on me!"
Even though the other person's eyes had long since decayed, Ning Feng could still see the excitement he felt when recalling the past.
It was a kind of touching feeling of accepting divine punishment with a sense of satisfaction.
This discovery sent a chill down Ning Feng's spine.
This is faith.
This is what a fanatic is.
This is one of the creations that the gods brought to this world.
Charlie, who had been agitated by his memories, gradually calmed down, and his voice became hoarse and somber again:
"But when I woke up again, I found myself lying in bed... I had lost the memory of the time after the prayer ended."
“At first I didn’t take it seriously, thinking it was part of the punishment, and I was waiting for a divine revelation to guide me, but… I didn’t get one.”
"The Lord said nothing."
After saying this, Ning Feng felt a slight chill in his body.
This was not an illusion; the temperature in the room was indeed gradually decreasing because of the scent emanating from Charlie!
“Every day after that, I had the same dream every night, and when I woke up the next day, nothing else changed.”
"No, there have been changes, but they haven't affected me."
Charlie looked up, leaned back in his chair, and gazed absently out the window at the tranquil village.
“After that day, something seemed to change, and some strange things happened in the village.”
“There are always more torn-up carcasses of wild beasts outside the village. These are huge beasts that require many people to hunt.”
"But the bodies of those beasts were completely torn apart, as if they had been crushed, and their remains were smeared all over the road leading from the village to the farmland at the edge of the forest..."
“The villagers were terrified, fearing that even more ferocious and brutal wild animals had appeared in the vicinity, and many people kept suggesting to me that we seek help from the capital to hunt them down.”
It's no use, running is the best option.
Shaking his head inwardly, Ning Feng felt regret that the villagers hadn't left immediately after such an incident, but he also understood that it was impossible.
Relocation is impossible. The village sites of that era were determined through the efforts of several generations and are difficult to change easily.
The best solution is to have the capital send people to hunt down the possible beast, even if it comes at a high cost.
“I took their advice and sent the village’s best equestrian militiaman with a handwritten letter bearing my seal to the capital to ask for help.”
It's too late.
Ning Feng sighed slightly; he could guess the outcome without even listening any further.
In films and television shows with terrifying plots, regardless of the background or setting, none of the people who set out to deliver the message ever meet a good end.
really.
"Days passed, but the reinforcements never returned... He never came back."
"They sent people again, but they never returned."
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