Throwing the suitcase into the trash, confirming that there is no more content on the note, Donald chose to burn it directly,

After figuring out the source of the information in the Dark Book, the stone in Donald's heart was finally a lot lighter.

Before that, he was worried that someone knew the information of the relic like him and was secretly controlling the progress of things, which was the most dangerous situation.

Although it was a little unkind, he still had to thank the fortune-teller who had an accident. If he had not had an accident, he would have passed the news to his predecessor a few years ago, no matter if Infinita found it or not, I am afraid it would not be. There will be such a thing as the Church of Shia, and there is no possibility of him coming through.

I originally planned to go to the Bell Tower of Preston City, but after getting on the bus and asking the driver, I realized that it would take an hour to get there from Dongcheng District. When I was young, I couldn’t explain it to the person at home when I went back, so I had to give up.

Just as Donald thought, when he got home, Infinita was already waiting for him in the living room.

"I managed to win over that thug in the Church of Shia. In fact, he is also the one who will take me to the location of the Dark Book tomorrow night. I will let him ignore your tracking. After that... I have a small request."

Donald was still kneading the meat ball on Finger's paw while he spoke, and Finger kept looking at Infinita, who had been home for two days, but for the titular "hostess", It seemed that he had followed Donald, and had never shown any intimacy to her.

This kind of gaze is actually a form of vigilance.

"any request?"

"In case of a fight, can you not reveal my identity? You grab the Dark Book and reveal my identity again. The Church of Shia can't beat you, and will definitely vent all the hatred on me. I'll be your scapegoat, isn't it? Besides, you still have to rely on me to find inheritance, right? I'm being targeted by the Shia Church, so how can I go out and do activities?"

When Donald has the chip of inheritance in his hand, he has the qualifications to talk to Infinita.

"Understood, as long as you don't take the initiative to speak out, I will tell other people not to contact you in advance. They don't know the transaction between you and me now. When an accident occurs, you should know what not to say."

When Infinita provided information to her companions, she discovered the information from the Dark Book through personal tracking and rummaging in Donald's bedroom, rather than Donald taking the initiative to inform her.

Therefore, Donald's worry is actually a bit unnecessary. As long as he doesn't speak, Infinita and the people behind her will not reveal their identities at all.

"Infinita, based on our current partnership, can I ask a more offensive question."

Just as he was about to get up and leave, his buttocks left the sofa cushions. Donald didn't know what was wrong, so he sat down again. He suddenly had some doubts and wanted to ask the orthodox believer in front of him.

"Say."

Infinita's eyes swept across Donald's face, and then looked out the window. After she finished speaking, she got up and closed the curtains without turning off the lights.

"You said before that you are an orthodox church. I'm curious why you can oppress an innocent person... so righteously."

Speaking of which, Donald touched his nose. As someone who killed nearly double digits, he felt a little guilty when he said this, and continued:

"Does the God you believe in allow you to do these things? I heard that the Justice Church must follow the rules when doing things. Guilty means guilt, and innocence means innocence. What are your standards? Say, your standard is your own judgment?"

This is the question Donald has always wanted to know. The so-called orthodox church recognized by the government, their attitude towards ordinary people is actually not much different from that of the heretics.

It's nothing more than life and death in their minds.

"Your identity is special, the descendant of the devil's family."

Infinita didn't seem to think that Donald would ask this question, and she adjusted her sitting position.

"Then what would you do if I wasn't a descendant of the demon family and just owned those things?"

Assuming that there is no Grant couple, those inheritances are obtained by Donald through formal channels, will they take it by special means like now?

"...This assumption doesn't hold. Without the Grants, you couldn't have those things at all."

Infinita opened her mouth to say something, but then swallowed it abruptly, forcibly cut off the topic, curled her hands on the sofa, frowned and continued:

"Grant, you have to understand one thing, the church, is founded by people, and according to the current capitalism, it is a ... faith-based interest group, faith still exists, but not everyone Dedicate yourself to the gods, good night!"

Infinita was not going to continue talking about the topic that Donald brought up.

"Interest group... Oh, there is indeed some truth. According to this statement, what I do should be no problem. Your interests are interests, and my interests are naturally counted."

Human nature is complicated. It is better to expect that everyone can become a saint than to expect that the sun will rise from the west tomorrow.

Looking at the back of Infinita leaving, Donald's eyes became colder.

**

In a certain villa in the wealthy district of Preston, the **** smell has not dissipated for a long time.

The corpse had just been dragged off the ground, and the blanket, which was covered in red and white debris, had not had time to replace it with a new one.

"Your Excellency Kuito~lightnovelpub.net~ We will resume the collection of sacrifices as soon as possible, but the recent movements of the Preston City Police Department and the Justice Church have some trends against us. Should we consider shrinking our forces?"

The middle-aged man, sweating profusely, bowed his body, not daring to look up at Kuito. Because the stronghold of the private clinic was wiped out, all the sacrifices caught before were rescued, which made Kuito furious, and the middle-aged man was somewhat I don't understand why Kuito is so anxious.

"Shrinking the power... Haha~ I wonder if you have any good suggestions in this regard, eh? What are you going to do with Rastoler during this time, are you blind, that old guy is taking the other few Old guy pushes out, why? Think about it with your **** brain!"

Kuito laughed in anger. He was arrogant and defiant, but that didn't mean he was an idiot.

He knew that his weakness was his poor ability to analyze and control the situation. In order to make up for it, he learned to look for someone who was extremely capable in this regard as a reference.

Geoffrey Rastole, he's a cunning and cunning fellow, Cuito is convinced of this, and his behavior in the church tends to say a lot.

The criminal evidence of the church's top management was sent to the police station, and there were frequent large-scale fund transfers on the books...

These are the reasons for his anxiety. This church has created him, but there is absolutely nothing to say about gratitude or repayment.

His idea is very simple. When the crisis comes, he will rely on the seemingly prosperous church to earn enough benefits for himself.

Organizations that are maintained by interests are often destroyed by interests.

For a long time, most cults tend to flourish very quickly, but once they reach a certain peak, they decline overnight.

This is not without reason.