It was already dark when they reached the temple. This is not important. But the door is open. People lighted lanterns. As Moore ’s pastors pointed out tirelessly, the door to Mole ’s kingdom was always open, and a person never knew when they would pass through them.

Bai En asked to talk to the pastor he had talked to before. He is very lucky. That man is still on duty. Bai En provided some silver coins to the pastor, so that he got the news that he was always willing to talk. Bai En and the Dwarves were brought into a small lobby decorated with musical notation. The wall is full of books. They reminded him of the documents on the wall of the dissection room in his black tower. In a way, this is them. It contains the name and description of the deceased. Bai En does not doubt that there are donation records about funeral services and prayers in the temple. He had a deal with the priest of Moore before.

"Are you Dr. Drexler's assistant?" The pastor asked.

"Yes. It can be said in a sense." "In a sense?"

"We are helping him study the plague. We are trying to find a way to stop them."

The pastor smiled slowly and sadly. "Then I don't know if I should help you." "Why?"

"They are good for business."

Seeing Bai Eun's shocked expression, he coughed politely. "Just a joke," he said finally.

"You look tired." Bai En broke the silence. The priest coughed a long dry cough. "And sick."

"To be honest, I did n’t feel very good. It was a long day. The brother who should replace me was also ill himself and was locked in his room. Since he presided over the funeral yesterday, his health has not been very good. "Ban and Guerrerogan exchanged glances.

Bai En nodded politely. Guerrerogan let out a growl.

"Uh, your colleagues don't look like doctors, Mr. Bai En," the pastor said.

"He helped me do some heavy work."

"Of course. Can I help you?"

"I need to know more about the corpses Dr. Drexler looked at this morning ... the dead."

"This is not a problem". He patted the leather bound book in front of him. "All appropriate details are recorded in the current library. What exactly do you need to know?"

"Have the deceased attended a funeral recently?"

"Mrs. Koch and her daughter. I personally presided over Mr. Koch's funeral in the garden last week."

"What about another gentleman?"

"No, I don't think so. We don't allow him to attend any of our ceremonies. Of course, except for his own funeral."

"What do you mean? I thought anyone could enter Moore's garden."

"Not exactly. Mr. Grunwald belongs to this abominable criminal who lives by robbery of family graves and theft of dead bodies to autopsy doctors and necromancers. He is forbidden to enter. Unless he is severely punished He will never be allowed to enter the gate of Moore ’s Garden. "

"Death, you mean."

"Exactly."

"What about the man wearing black roses?"

"I want to check the records. I guess, judging from the nature of his decorations, we will find that he also participated in a funeral recently. You are not from Heidelberg, right? Mr. Bai En? I can take your accent. Hear it. "

"You are correct. I turned out to be outside the Marnus Empire."

"So, maybe you don't know that when you attend a funeral ceremony, it is a local custom to pick a black rose from the garden of the **** of death."

"I thought people bought them from flower shops."

"No. Roses only grow in the garden, and it is forbidden to sell for profit."

They were silent for a few minutes, and the priest was looking down at the records. "Ah, yes. His sister passed away last week. Buried in Moore's garden. Is there anything else I can do for you?" He asked enthusiastically.

"No. I think you have told us enough."

"So, can you tell me what is going on?"

"Not yet. I believe Dr. Drexler will inform you after he has fully explained his theory."

"Please let him do this, Mr. Bai En." When they left, the priest coughed and bent.

"Tell me what the **** is going on, humans." Grerogan asked as they left the Temple of Mole and entered the street.

Bai En glanced around to make sure that no one was close enough to eavesdrop on them. "Everyone we know who died of the new plague recently went to Moore's garden. It may well include the tomb thief."

"and so?"

"This is the only connection I can see, and Dr. Drexler told us to look for it."

"It seems unlikely, human." Guerrerogan said with some uncertainty.

"Do you have a better idea?" Bai En asked, and his frustration could be heard from his voice. Grey Logan thought for a moment, then shook his head.

"Do you think we will find the plague brewing among our escaping children in the cemetery in the city?"

"possible."

"There is only one way to find out," Guerrero said mysteriously.

"I know." Bai En said with a sigh. He had long guessed what the dwarf wanted to do.

"When?"

"Tonight. After work. It will be quiet by then, we can look around."

Bai En sighed again. He can think of many places where he would rather stay still, rather than crawling around the city cemetery where a group of ratmen are waiting after midnight, but what else can he do? If they told the authorities, They may not believe it at all. Maybe the ratman would hear their wind and then shift their base of operations. At least he believes that there should not be too many ratmen on the ground. A small army stationed in the cemetery will certainly attract attention. Hopefully, they will be few enough to be handled by Guerrerogen's axe. Of course, Bai En hopes that everything is so simple.

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Unfortunately, unlike the temple, the gate of Mohr ’s Garden did not open. The arches of the cemetery are full of iron bars, locked with heavy iron chains. A night watchman sat by the fire warming his hands, and he occupied a small door in the back door. The high walls surrounding the city cemetery were covered with iron nails. Bai En wondered about this. In some ways, the cemetery is like a fortress, but he is not sure whether these walls are used to prevent the tomb robbers from entering or to keep the dead inside. He thought that there have been times in history when the dead were sleeping unsteadily in the grave.

He thought that there was a primitive fear at work here. An object intended to separate the dead from the living. In this way, mere physical obstacles are reassuring. Of course, except when you plan to mention this, as he and Guerrerogan did tonight.

Bane wants to know what he is going to do here, and what do he expect? Since the evening work has been completed, he should now be in the tavern, or return to the room, and sleep with Elisa in his small bed. Rather than hiding in a dark place and preparing to break into the city ’s cemetery, the punishment for this crime was a few years ’imprisonment and was banned from the Moir Temple.

There must be a simpler way than this. There must be someone else who can handle this problem. But he knows this is not true ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ If he and Guerrerogan didn't find those ratmen, who else would be interested? They are the only ones crazy enough to involve themselves in these things. If they do n’t do it, others wo n’t.

The authorities seem to want to turn a blind eye to the evil that happened among them. The best explanation that Bai En can make about this is that they are either ignorant or afraid. The worst explanation is that they have colluded with the forces of darkness.

Is there more Fritz von Hallstatt in all corners of the Marnus Empire? Probably he will never know. The only thing he can do is to play his role well-an adventurer who is crazy enough to be willing to investigate these things. Of course, it would be nice if someone could pay. Come to perform the task that seems to be assigned to him and Grerogan, and hope that things will have the best results.

What else can he do? If he leaves this city, the plague may spread and wipe out Heinz, Eliza, and others he knows and cares about here. If he and Grey Logan fail to solve the mystery, thousands of people may die. It is more likely that the plague will spread and even be taken to Fatalin Island. If that is the case, he will regret it all his life. Moreover, if he was honest with himself, he had to admit that he was both worried and excited at the thought of taking this responsibility. In a way, this is like a hero in the story he read as a kid. He was involved in conspiracy and danger, and the stakes were great.

Unfortunately, unlike the stories he read as a child, the stakes are too real. He and Guerrero are likely to fail, and death is their reward. It was this thought, not the cold night air, that made him shudder.