"This is it! Priest!"
A 30-year-old man who introduced himself as Dodnal shouted as he looked back at me. He showed me the scene of the incident enthusiastically to see if I was quite impressed with the funeral.
With his face, I could see how trusting ordinary people in this world are in their professional religious duties.
It is a world where beings called gods exist.
Religious men burn their lives and punish evil. It was indeed natural to have the support of the general public.
And I don't think I've heard religious people say that they are corrupt. In the first place, anyone who was corrupt could not endure life in the church, so it might be natural. That's why you're so trustworthy.
That's integrity.
"..."
But a corrupt religious man... I swear I've never seen him before.
All the religions I saw were the purest kind of human beings, in a way mad at just slaughter. If one of those religions is corrupted, how can his fanatical colleagues forgive him for what he's done?
In my view, these bastards were the ones who would blow their heads off if they judged that they were corrupt, even if they were the Pope.
"Priest? What were you thinking... Argh! Analyzing the scene of the incident!"
"... yes."
I thought deeply for a moment.
By the way, this quasi-religious position meant that it would be easy to buy the favors of the inhabitants no matter where they went to work. Thinking about it, there was no more benefit than that.
"Are there any other sites besides here? Looks like there were a lot of victims."
"I remember everything!"
There were no significant clues left on the scene. It just happened in the first place.
We then followed Dodnal's instructions and toured all the incident sites near the town. Events all occurred in remote places or on forest roads. According to the location, the killing procession continues all the way to the neighbouring town.
The perpetrator is carrying out brute force killings.
- The bodies were all egged with sharp blades.
Is he just a pleasure killer?
When you see that you left the body behind, it's rich enough.
Simple robbery does not necessarily make you thirsty in a region, but the degree of cruelty was also more than necessary.
If you put a knife in a branch, you will be searched and there is no reason to be distracted until you waste time. Or you can make a person into a slut in no time.
That kind of skill is robbing peasants?
Doesn't make any sense.
If it's for a purpose other than pleasure killing, that's odd.
Though I thought it might be the exorcism of pagans, it is strange that there are still bodies left. This is a crime committed by a pleasure killer who suffers from an antisocial psychosis when he judges it to be my homicidal sense.
"Next door, there's a town called Solis, but I know it happened. I can't live because I'm so scared and shaky, Priest."
"Rest assured. I'm here to fix this."
"Thank you so much!"
I looked around the scene, and the sun started to peek.
The approximate location and location of the incident were all identified. But I couldn't find any special clues.
I'll catch the killer in a day anyway.
Starting tomorrow, I intend to investigate the surrounding town and track down the culprit. If you can afford it, the next town needs to investigate. If you're lucky, you can find the bodies of the previous adventurers.
As soon as I returned to the village, I gathered the villagers and told them firmly.
"A serial killer is roaming the neighborhood. When it's dark, don't leave town. Walk the gate of the house and lock it tight. You must refrain from travelling by night or to other villages, even if you are uncomfortable with killing the culprit."
"Oh, I see!"
It's natural, but living in a village doesn't just mean going around the house and the paddy fields. You should also go into the forest and gather, and often travel to interact materially with other villages.
The serial killer will target those people.
"Also refrain from entering the forest."
"Priest... If we don't go into the woods now, we can't collect muddles..."
What's Murdul?
Probably fruit or vegetables.
In villages like this, there are a lot of people who make money from such gathering. If we can't get out of town, we have to give up that kind of revenue.
"It's okay to go, but just know that your life is in danger. Now, if you don't take the inconvenience, you can go behind your back."
"... I understand."
After my first speech, I disbanded the residents.
If D Adventurer Gimcott had said this, he would have said, "What is that son of a bitch?" But if he said it, he would have listened carefully.
Authority comes from the status quo.
"Priest, some houses in the village are now empty. If you don't mind, I'd love to have you there."
I was trying to figure out where to sleep now, but the villagers came and told me that.
Now we can take care of this. I didn't expect to be treated like this when I came to work as a business.
"Thank you. You're very good people. I pray that the God you believe in will bless you."
Naturally, the empty house would be the one where the person who was murdered lived. So some of the houses are empty.
"We're more grateful. I'll bring you a meal too."
"I can't live up to that. I'll pay for it."
"The price is enough for you to have a funeral already."
"... I see. Then I will be grateful."
The house he was guided to felt like he was living in until a few days ago. I was unpacking there and getting ready to rest, so the villagers brought me fruit or bread.
Gimcott's great-great-grandfather's money.
"Cook. I just got a good job being a nigger paramedic."
Winia bites an apple and says,
"Uh-huh, that's it."
"You'll still be able to use that position for consideration, Cat."
"Exactly."
Anyway, I ate dinner with the food I brought and food from the villagers and washed it moderately in the well next to me. It wasn't like a warehouse, it was a house where people lived, so I thought sleeping would be uncomfortable.
I simply cleaned up and lay down.
Tomorrow I intend to get up early and search the surroundings. Looking at the map, there is a little distance from the nearby village. The murderer won't be staying in town, so he's probably digging a dungeon somewhere in this forest and hiding.
But... why are you doing that and killing people?
I can't read crazy people's thoughts, but I only think that they're crazy because they've been living and working so hard to commit crimes.
Are you a believer?
Do you believe in strange religions?
Fucking religion ruins a lot of people. I just feel comfortable believing in the Light Celestial Cross or the Bronze Angel. Why would I believe such a cocksucker... because of the power promised by the pagan gods? I'm driving, damn it,
"Cat. What do you think?"
Claudie lying next to me said as she squeezed my chest out.
"Ah... the idea of the identity of the murderer. Why are you so obsessed with murder?"
"Hmm, there's probably no other reason. He's just obsessed with that."
"That's right."
"Anyway, Scott, slow down..."
"Uh-huh, Claudie. Not here. It's noisy. I'll take care of you when I get back."
"But you're in trouble, Cat."
As Claudie said, my cock was already swollen. So if you go dizzy, be careful not to touch it.
"Uh-huh, I'm not distressed. Claudie's right next to me."
"Sister, just go to sleep. Go home and do it. You can't stay out of your mind at night anyway."
"Argh."
Anyway, I close my eyes with Claudie and Winia on both sides.
Let's just have sex at home. My wives are the only ones I can hear. Most of all, I am now called a quasi-prisoner, and I can't do that in the middle of town.
I slept in the wagon, but I'm tired of lying down like this.
Soon I began to lose my mind.
.
- Zec Zec.
The world is still dark... Is it dawn time?
My soft fingers kept tickling my chest, and I stopped being sober. Claudie seems to be asking me to play when I wake up.
"Claudie... tickle... uh."
- Tspot.
While I was talking, I realized that I had stopped being weird.
The sensation of a soft finger... I wanted to be Claudie for a moment, but the sensation of this finger was never Claudie. Above all, it is not Winia. And not Karin and Risha's fingers.
I got three of you out to work.
Above all, there is no way I can't distinguish the fingers of these wives.
"Huhuhu, Cat. Nervous? Hrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr Ah, how much I wanted to see this… I always comforted myself by imagining… I didn't want to go off even if I rub and rub it all night… It's just a dream."
Soon the voice of a woman who had heard it in the darkness rang out.
"... what?"
The moment I felt ominous, I swiftly raised my upper body.
This voice is clear!
"It's a good night, Cat. I'm so glad to see you again."
- Pa!
At the same time, the space that was turned off brightens up. Something's lighting up.
"Hi, Hildegard!"
"Yes, yes. It's always Hildegard who thinks only of you."
What was before your eyes was Hildegard, the circus!
I couldn't keep up with the reality of what the hell was going on.
This wasn't even the old house I went to bed with.
- A bedroom with an extremely luxurious atmosphere.
The bed was soft, and such expensive decorations were decorated in the room, and something strange like candles surrounded the bed.
I've never seen a room like this before in my life.
Kidnapping!
"Motherfucker! What is this!"
I tried to blow a punch while having a seizure, and the pink energy burst like a rope, and I stuck my body back in bed at the same time.
Oh, fuck!
"Calm down, Cat. It's just a dream. Oh, by the way, is this my room? Nice atmosphere, isn't it? It's a hard-working room."
"What? A dream?"
"Yes, it's a dream. You didn't forget about my kind, did you?"
Circus.
One of the Demons of the Pandemonium who enter into a man's dreams and take periods. Is it true that I'm wandering in a dream with Hildegard's magic!
"That Hildegard is now in Kat's dream."
Hildegard strokes my face as if it were melting.
Her outfit was quite awkward.
A garment that looks like it was made of underwear by obscenely wearing a white and pure-white dress. Plenty of breasts and a slim waist. Large hips and buttocks were also being emphasized without filtration.
Damn it...!
I felt like my head was about to go back because of my sexual desire. Things are not good. I should have done it when Claudie asked me to do it earlier!
"I've always tried constantly to get into Kate's dreams... but I never knew what was going on. But today? Hehe, did you come out of the house? I'm looking for a circus, and I can't believe I slept anywhere. I really shouldn't. Get eaten by a bad circus!"
He rejoices as if he's enjoying himself.
Ame!
I can't believe someone like me got caught in a drink like this!
I don't think I was able to penetrate because of Risha's magic when I slept at home, but if I sleep outside, the story is different. No, then when I was with the Crusaders... Oh, that's it, too.
A defenseless euphoria.
He was looking for this.
"But it's a great opportunity for me, isn't it? Hehe, this king is playing with us."
"Fuck! Get out of my dream!"
- Quang! Quang!
The pink energy held my wrist firmly. Even to the extreme, my mind kept twisting like I was dreaming about where I was, limiting my ability to use it.
The power doesn't get into your body right!
The sensation of being pressed against the scissors...!
"Oh my God, you look so psychic... but you can't resist me, even if you're Kat in your dreams. Hoo-hoo, I'm not a circus."
Fuck! You can't take a regular like this!