I Transmigrated To A Mafia Character From A BL Dark ! - Chapter 134

He went to the vaulted hallway windows, the cool autumn breeze hitting his face making him feel better, his stomach still heavy, but he wouldn’t be vomiting anymore.

“Wouldn’t it be hard to hide in these clothes?” Arabeth said mocking the human clothes a little. He didn’t forget that Emery wanted to dress him.

“That…”

“This is a Witch who has unlocked the power of Transformation,” Azarphy said, ignoring Emery and Arabeth’s fight over clothes.

He explained briefly on the subject of Witches’ powers, which surprised Emery a little who was enchanted by the power of Levitation, he thought it would be great to be able to fly around to getaway.

Yes, such a dreamless thought and only practical.

“So is a woman to be disguised as a man… Or a small animal… or even an object…” Emery got a headache just thinking that he would have to look for that kind of culprit.

“Has any organ been stolen, like Father Lattanzio?”

“Do Father Costa’s Balls Count?” Azarphy asked with some irony.

Emery: (…)

The Holy Knights finally arrived, Emery smelled the strong alcohol coming from the leader of the Holy Knights from afar, but since everyone pretended not to, he just kept aloof from him.

Levi Mulder had a severe headache and felt slightly nauseous, he didn’t remember drinking so much, but when he woke up he was lying next to Rutger in the priest’s room.

Which was crazy risky, he wouldn’t do it if he was in a normal state. He hadn’t behaved so carelessly since his crazed adolescence, now with a title of holy knight, all the sordid things he performed were under wraps and everything was done in establishments that could hide his secrets.

In other words, he only got up to speed when he was in the capital.

Had he lost his mind at seeing Rutger again?

Anyway, he thought of taking the rest of the day off until the arrival of people from the capital, among them some old friends, but now he was urgently called in by his subordinates.

Two possible murders on the priests’ floor.

They went upstairs to find a few other priests standing in the hallway, afraid to enter but too curious to stay away. There was a priest who was a doctor looking after an old man who was still sitting on the floor and shining down on all those men dressed in black was Bishop Darcy with red hair and lighter clothes than the others.

Bishop Darcy looked calm with his arms folded, looking out the vault window as if nothing said had any relationship with him.

“Bishop Darcy went into the two rooms to check if anyone was alive,” one of the subordinates told Captain Levi, who was watching the calm bishop intently.

Father Bianco had already told a little about Bishop Darcy’s actions, of course, praising the bishop’s courageous attitude and how he was a good person to help them, but Levi’s subordinate was not obliged to praise the other man.

“Okay, put two knights on each door. Don’t let anyone else in. And ask Luca and Sandro to check with the others about the two priests’ items of value. Let’s check if something was stolen”

Levi didn’t believe it could be just a common robbery, but it was good to check that out too. Maybe he was lucky and it was just a robbery gone wrong.

Of course, he erased that possibility by seeing Father Marco’s body and smelling the smell of burning flesh. He felt shivers in his sexual organ, a fear all too common for men to see any male partner with such cruel wounds.

It was very bad luck, the team from the capital was arriving and that would end up falling on his back when they heard the news.

Levi looked around the room and saw nothing out of place, even the rosary made of precious pearls and the exquisitely carved silver cross remained on the small dresser by the bed, there were some other personal items worth a lot of money. high, meaning that apparently nothing had been stolen.

He left the room and saw more priests gathering in the hallway, he found it strange that none of Abbot Eurico’s envoys had arrived yet.

Talking a bit with his subordinates to keep the priests out of the room, he passed Bishop Darcy who looked at him with slight displeasure, but Levi ignored this with his head hurting badly, he knew he must have reeked of alcohol at that moment, no she’d had time to shower and look dignified.

Levi entered Father Costa’s room also observing the whole scene bloodier than the previous room, luckily there was no burnt flesh, but the strange cold was uncomfortable, and seeing the old priest’s shredded penis also caused a chill in his private parts.

He felt cold air coming from a wall that had no windows, thinking it might be a secret passage and that the killer might have entered that way, he moved forward with some glee, only to be frustrated that it wasn’t a secret passage, but a black goo that was emitting this strange icy air.

Levi pulled out a low-level divine relic, it was an inheritance from his family who served as divine knights for nearly 200 years.

The relic was a sun made of gold with a stone made of pure, crystallized sacred energy placed in the center of the sun supported by a wide silver chain.

“Let the light guide this little mortal, revealing the mysteries of deceptive darkness”

Levi chanted like an ancient chant in the ancient language used in the original books of the God of Light, he chanted three times before the item glowed and a soft golden light fell into the black ooze.

“Creature from the Abyss” Levi thought as he saw the golden light change to purple color. As he learned from his father, the colors represented the various types of enemies of the God of Light.

Red was for demons from hell.

Purple was for the abyss creatures usually summoned by Warlocks.

A black belt is the creatures of the abyss that came through some portal and are independent of humans.

If the golden light becomes transparent it means that an angel has left a trail.

If it is colored it means that a deity has left something behind, the greater the amount of color, the more powerful a divine entity that has come to earth.

If the golden light doesn’t change it means it wasn’t something supernatural that left something behind.

Of course, Levi didn’t believe there was any god other than the God of Light—all the rest were some kind of deceitful devil.

His father could only shake his head and call him a blind fool, but as they served the God of Light it would not harm his son.

Levi left Father Costa’s room and finally went to talk to Bishop Darcy, who was calmly looking out over the autumnal landscape of the central garden, where the already awakened novices were taking care of their services.

“Bishop Darcy”

“Captain Mulder”

The two men greet each other with indifference and politeness, Levi felt very bad, he wanted to vomit and his head hurt a lot.

He hadn’t felt this bad since he was bruised in the face in a bar brawl over a young man he’d lusted after for some time.

Levi himself didn’t remember what happened after being hit in the face, he just remembered waking up at his father’s house with a doctor beside him, his father yelling at him and the doctor saying he had to keep changing the bandage lest it ends up necrotizing and killing him in the process, but he was so tired and dizzy he couldn’t even respond, luckily the servants did all the work and his strong holy power helped him heal faster.

Those days were confusing, he never knew again about that young man he had been chasing for weeks. As if the young man never existed in the first place.

For him to compare his condition to that terrible wound, he was having trouble standing up.

“Hey…don’t fall…” he heard Bishop Darcy’s distant voice seeming to come from somewhere down the hall, even though he was only three feet away from him.

His body lost its strength and the image of Bishop Darcy became just a blur of red and gray.

Emery grabbed Levi’s body on impulse but was soon overwhelmed with the weight of over 100kg in his arms.

“Somebody! Somebody!” Emery hastily called to the nearby holy knights. The man was very heavy and was reeking of rancid alcohol.

He was a weak bishop, okay?

Azarphy: *mocking*

Arabeth: *rolling with laughter*

Emery: You guys could help me!

Azarphy and Arabeth: *pretend not to hear*

Emery: (…)

Fortunately, the holy knights were alert and quickly caught the captain and took him to the doctor who had just attended to Father Gonzales who had already been helped by other priests to go to his room.

Father Gonzales was in deep shock and needed just a little rest, when the doctor thought he was released and was going to look at the corpses, the holy knights bring Captain Levi unconscious.

“Brother Mota, Brother Guido, you must call the two brothers who are in the morgue, they need to come here to help take the body,” the doctor asked calling two priests who were there to see the commotion.

Hoping for a good show, the two priests went down and found two novices to call these people, they quickly returned to see the events unfold.

Soon the story spread like wildfire in the meadow on a hot summer day and the whole abbey already knew about the deaths of Father Costa and Father Marco.

“Are you going to wait for the two men from the mortuary to arrive?” Arabeth asked Emery seeing the commotion unfold.