One Silver Coin For a Pound of Demon

Chapter 36

Draft
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[Author:]

Happy New Year! Next, I should be able to update diligently for a while, every day or every other day~>3<

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Lemuel will be fine, he must be hiding.

Lemuel spent the ten years on the battlefield well, he's a formidable veteran, well-trained and experienced. Lemuel's very cautious. You just told him not to come out. He's been living in your house for nearly a year, many believers and postmen have knocked on your door, and he's never made a mistake. Therefore, it must've been an accidental sound made by Lemuel, and even if it wasn't, he wouldn't have been found when the monk with a gun opened the door.

There isn't much to hide in the guest bedroom, you know that the Holy See's search team won't let go of the bed or the wardrobe, and the window has a fixed guardrail, not enough for a fully grown adult to get out. You have absolutely no idea where Lemuel could hide. But he'll be fine, you can't think of it but he can, he will. Lemuel is so amazing- this idea keeps going back and forth in your mind, you don't know if it's trust or wishful thinking.

The bedroom door isn't as tricky as the door, you watched the entire process of the door lock being disassembled in action. The yellow-robed monk is holding some kind of special appliance, and with a click, your bedroom door was pried open, like a clam that wasn't strong enough.

Don't be silly, You keep begging in your heart, hoping that Lemuel could hear it. Don't come out, hide, don't do anything stupid. You don't know what to do that'll be smart enough, but you know what to do at the worst times.

That happened just as the door opened.

You can't instantly see what's going on inside the door from where you are, you can only see the monk falling into the door, being pulled in. Then gunshots sounded. You hear a thump, you hear a landing, a slight sizzle, a familiar grunt. The latter two are very soft, but they are deafening to your ears.

The tallest monk withdrew from the bedroom and gestured to the other three with his left hand. "Enemy attack, demon", that's what it means. He stoops slightly, his face expressionless and his right hand hanging at an unnatural angle, apparently broken. He makes another gesture, seeking treatment, and the gutter-nosed monk steps forward to treat the expressionless wounded man, first dealing with the abdomen and then the arms.

After this is done, they'll deal with whatever "that" is in the room.

You can't see what's going on in the bedroom, you don't have to look to get an idea. From their hooded robes to their seemingly mundane wooden shoes, every place is tattooed with prayers of exorcism of the highest grade, using the most precious materials, far surpassing even the crusaders who have to fight demons head-on- The monks in yellow robes have a low status in the Holy See, no one cares about their names or lives. However, when they're responsible for welcoming the Son back, they became a kind of sacred symbol.

The Holy See has a clear division of labor, there are special people who deal with corpses, they just need to take you away. Now that they're still there, Lemuel must be alive, but the situation was definitely not good. Even if he's safe and sound, he wouldn't just sit by and watch the two monks at the door deal with their wounds. Do you really not know? Lemuel won't flee without a fight.

You hear whispers, coming from behind and in front of you, you just hear the first few syllables, but you can tell which verse the prayer came from, and how it'll work once it's done. They aren't as good at silent praying as you are, but the group of four is like a meat grinder made of four parts, and that new unfinished prayer isn't enough to resist. They don't ask why there's a half-blood demon in the room, and they don't intend to ask you for an explanation. The worker bees have no right to judge you, all they know is that the devil kills without mercy.