When he entered the nightmare, Martin had only a dance to the duo.

The books on the inside of the windbreaker were not brought in, but he could write them now.

The quality of the paper is very poor, and the ink also exudes a bad smell, but at least it can still write.

The next morning, when Martin woke up, he still didn't see the sun. The sky was always gray, as if it was covered by a fog for a long time.

"Mr. Kyle, your breakfast!"

The bartender and waiter brought breakfast, warm and respectful.

After filling his stomach quickly, Martin went out to the church to prepare for his bounty.

The church is located at the easternmost part of the town, with no other buildings around it, which is very conspicuous.

The church itself is not luxurious, it looks a bit old and shabby, just an ordinary stone building.

Some prints were carved on the exterior wall, but they were not even colored. They were baptized by time and were severely weathered and began to fall off in large pieces.

Perhaps after some time, these sectors will completely disappear and you will no longer be able to see your original state.

In one of the prints, Martin saw an angel with wings, which was somewhat similar to the woman on the badge in his hand.

Just as he wanted to study it carefully, an old man dressed in a priest walked out of the church gate.

"Soram, are you ready?"

Martin was stunned. What does this mean?

Martin read a lot of information from the old man's expression.

Solam knew this priest, but he was not the ordinary one, at least he had some secrets between them.

However, how should I respond next?

Martin did not inherit any related memories from Solam. The old man in front of him was completely unfamiliar with him, and the other party knew nothing about the problem.

Moreover, judging from the old man's cautious expression, it should not be a trivial matter.

Martin showed a hesitant expression, then slowly shook his head: "I'm not sure yet."

The old man frowned slightly and said unhappily: "Don't hesitate, like a coward, do you also choose to escape like Hook?"

"By the way, Hook, have you solved it? The matter has not been leaked?"

Hook?

This is the name on the wanted order.

Martin was speechless and took out the package and handed it to the priest.

The priest looked at the fingers in the package, threw them aside, shook his head, signaled him to follow, and then returned to the church with a somewhat staggering pace.

It seems that he and the priest are conspiring with something.

Martin followed into the dark church.

"The people from the temple will arrive in the evening, and the ceremony has been arranged in advance. If you don't make a decision, the people in the whole town may be sacrificed! I think you should know what that means."

The priest said in front, his voice a little heavy.

Well……

Sorry, I really don't know.

Martin complained silently, and at the same time extracted the information from the priest's words.

The ceremony has been arranged... the whole town will be sacrificed...

This evil sacrifice ceremony sounds like the temple is playing a leading role.

The priest should be a part of the temple.

But why did he stop this sacrifice?

Why did you participate in it?

Of course, Martin was not too anxious at this moment because he thought he would know the answer immediately.

As if it was because he saw that Martin did not respond, the old man continued to remind him:

"At that time, your lover Feili, your relatives and friends, and everyone in the whole town will become a sacrifice for the pale goddess because of your child Modes!"

Pale goddess!

What is believed in in this country is actually the pale goddess?!

The Pale Goddess has also established her own kingdom of gods?

And that name, Modes... is the Modes you know?

The former spiritual master?

He is Solam's son?!

Or, is this just a simple duplicate name, just a coincidence?

Martin felt that it might not be that simple, and the nightmare was not for no reason. Modes was probably the spiritual master he knew!

The amount of information in this sentence is too large, which makes Martin feel a little confused.

It turns out that Solam already has a family, and he is in town.

No wonder he had a weird look when he asked the bartender to check in the room last night...

“What should I do?”

Sitting down in the church hall, Martin asked after a moment of silence.

The old man looked fierce: "Kill the messenger of the temple and take your woman and son away! Otherwise, what else can it be? This is what we have planned long ago!"

"Modes... won't the Temple let him go?" Martin asked guessing.

This is the key point of the whole problem.

It seems that it is Solam's son Modes, who has some abnormality, which will attract the attention of the Pale Temple.

The old man looked at Martin with surprise, his voice turned into a scolding.

"Soram, what are you thinking! What are you thinking! Modes is the perfect spirit that the temple has been looking for! We have confirmed this."

"If the temple knows his existence, all those who know him will definitely be sacrificed! The New Year is to screen for perfect spirits..."

Perfect Spiritual Body, Rebirth Festival...

Martin looked at the priest's old face and felt that he was not telling the truth.

Or, only part of the truth was told.

But I am not the real Solam, and I know very little about this era, and I don’t have much information to judge.

First of all, Solam should be an extraordinary person, with neither high nor low sequence, about 7 or 8th orders.

He speculated that the priest's perfect spirit should be real.

After all, Modes is the Spirit Lord who has reached the vertex of the sequence.

It should be true that the Pale Temple will pay special attention to this.

Because the Pale Goddess's realm is also a soul.

As for the sacrifice... it is also in line with the evil god style that Martin knows!

"When will the messenger of the temple arrive?" Martin asked.

"In the evening." The priest replied.

Martin immediately said, "Then I'll go back and prepare for it first."

"Wait, get this."

The priest handed over an envelope and instructed him, "If it goes well, you can go to the address on the letter to try your luck when you arrive at Blackstone Harbor."

Blackstone Port?

Could it be the Faralinburg of later generations?

Martin nodded quietly, took the letter and left quickly.

Although Martin doesn't know where Solam's home is, it's easy to find.

He bought two sheep and asked the shepherd to send it to his home. Then he followed slowly and came to a single-family courtyard in the southwest of the town.

To be honest, Martin was most nervous at this moment.

I suddenly had a son, and this son may grow into a fallen god in the future...in the past...in any case.

When he stepped into the fence, the prompt sounded.

Martin's heart tightened.

What is time to come is still here!

It is easy to imagine, survive, and the two words that seem simple often mean the most difficult task.
To be continued...