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"I suspect someone in the camp is fanning the flames."

Listening to the magistrate said this, the priest's face turned pale.

"—It's not me, it's not me, it's not me—forgive me!"

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Chapter Eighteen Secrets of the Camp (Ten more!)

Watching this guy cry while leaping towards his thigh.The magistrate didn't hesitate and kicked him away.

"Promise."

He rolled his eyes: "You greedy three melons and the little money, do you think I would care? There are not ten thousand or eight thousand priests in the world than you are greedy. I have no patience to chop off them one by one. Up."

"Thanks, thank you sir for your life..."

The priest breathed a sigh of relief when the magistrate said so.I thought in my heart that I was also mentally allergic.

Think carefully about what the magistrate said makes sense.

Since he came to this camp and chopped off two hundred heads, the order of the camp has been established.When the brain jungle expands to 300+, even the most unruly scum, dare not toss in front of the judge.

Usually he is not always here.Every time he left, the priest knew of one more camp under his control.

Generally speaking, it takes five to seven days for short words and half a month for long words.Although those criminals will be restless, but overall they still live.

The intense fear of the magistrate is enough to keep them in order for a long time.

But this time, in only three days, the order of the entire camp was about to collapse.

The priest is not a fool.In other words, there will be no fools who can sit in this position.The previous gaffe was just because I was too scared.Thinking that his corruption behavior would be cut off, his mentality collapsed instantly.

Recover now and think about what the magistrate said.

"That's right."

Although like all the priests sent here, the priest does not care whether the scum here is dead or alive.There is even a feeling that "it's nothing if they kill each other and kill them all".

They could not have the guts to attack the church anyway.

However, since the magistrate likes it, he also has to use his brain, right: "A rape, a rape, yes, a rape." He kept nodding, "My lord, you want me to investigate. Who is the rape? Me? This is... Uh..."

Although wearing a mask, the magistrate's strong contempt of "Are you stupid" was passed on to the priest through the mask.

"I haven't fallen to the point where I want a guy like you to do things for me." The magistrate said lightly.

Next, before the priest thought: "Then what do you want me to do...?" Before the magistrate said: "You still have a deacon, do you know where he is now?"

"You mean Peter, I remember him, uh..."

At this point in the conversation, the priest suddenly remembered that he hadn't seen that guy for a while.

"He is in the basement of the church."

"basement?!"

"Yes, it's the place you used to hide your money."

"Eh-that?!"

The words of the magistrate made the priest panic.

Although the magistrate said he didn't care about the little money he had worked so hard to embezzle.

But what if?

The concern and worry about money prevented the priest from responding to the magistrate's words in the first time.

"Go collect him a corpse, wash the ground, and clean up the environment. Then consider how to tell your superiors." The magistrate said, turning around here: "There are devil worshipers in your subordinates, and you are enough. Okay, ha ha ha."

The magistrate's words made the priest regain his senses, and he broke into a cold sweat-really worthy of the magistrate. Do you think he came to you to help you cooperate?

totally not.

People are here to tell you to wash the floor.

Do you have a demon worshiper under your own?This is so terrible!

"Right, by the way."

The magistrate who walked to the entrance of the church turned around and looked at the priest: "Starting today, the camp will be sealed off, and no entry is allowed. In order to thoroughly investigate the demon believers in the camp. Oh, yes--"

Having said this, the priest shuddered subconsciously-because a circle of platinum fire appeared beside him.The flame "brushed" it at him, and disappeared again, but the priest, who was still terrified, sat on the ground.

"Fortunately, you are not a demon worshiper."

After saying these words, the magistrate really left. Only the priest was left alone. He was afraid and thankful that he fell to the ground and could not stand up.

...

Demon worshipers appeared in the camp.

The news spread quickly.Then there were no waves, as if everyone didn't care about it.

It is normal to think about it. When people are desperate, they will instinctively grasp something as a life-saving straw.

The more chaotic, desperate place, the more chaotic, desperate people, the easier it is to fall into darkness.

Therefore, when Xia Zhiqiu asked a little curiously:

"What is a demon worshiper...?" When asked this question, Sister Cockscomb looked at her like an idiot.

"I was very suspicious before." She couldn't help but asked back: "Where do you come from, why don't you know this kind of basic common sense problem?"

"Uh, I..."

Xia Zhiqiu didn't know how to answer.But before that, Sister Cockscomb had rolled her eyes: "Forget it."

She explained: "The so-called demons are simply monsters living in hell. The most powerful of them has the strength to rival the gods. Of course this is just what they claim to be. I don't know how it is.

As for the devil worshippers... they are all neuroses with broken brains.Any normal person knows that things like demons cannot be touched.

They are like the most vicious loan sharks.Borrowing you half a dime, I want to eat you with the bones.Sometimes even half a dime is not given directly to draw the pie.

Only the most desperate, or stupid guys will believe them."