Chapter 397

Chapter 325: Final Report

Thinking this, Dorothy had a beastman pick up the Heart-Eating Staff Sword and the found Secret Transmission, quickly traversing through the fire to reach a windowsill. Then, she placed the items on the windowsill. Soon after, an eagle flew down from the dark sky, grabbing the Secret Transmission and the Staff Sword before carrying them away.

Dorothy controlled the eagle zombie to fly toward the pitch-black night sky with the spoils. Just as she was about to release control of the zombies in the secret room, the altar in the center of the secret room, constructed with bl**d-stained skeletons, suddenly stirred. The flesh within began to roll automatically.

Seeing this scene, Dorothy was taken aback. Having seen communications from the Holy Communion, she knew what was happening. After a flash of inspiration, she released control of all the beastman zombies except for one, leaving Smith’s zombie standing in the ruins of the secret room.

Then, under Dorothy’s control, zombie Smith suddenly knelt on the ground, his face pale as he gasped for breath, clearly looking extremely weak. At that moment, the flesh within the altar began to gradually form a mouth and ears, and an eyeball slowly rose from the flesh.

Just as the mouth in the altar was about to open and speak, the eyeball fully rose and, upon seeing the situation inside the secret room, closed its mouth in silence. Then, the eyeball rapidly scanned the surroundings, locking onto Smith kneeling on the ground, before the mouth on the altar opened and spoke urgently.

“What happened! Why did it suddenly become like this! Answer me, Smith!”

Elder Duval of the Wolf bl**d Association questioned Smith in this manner. He had just listened to Smith’s suggestion and was reallocating suitable transmissions for corruption to the Tiyan direction when he received a call notifying him afterward. However, he never expected that in just half an hour, the base there would turn into this state.

Hearing this voice, the injured Smith, weakly raised his head, looking at the eyeball on the altar, then gasping as he slowly spoke.

“Huff… huff… It’s the black dog… and the church people… they just attacked us together… they have two white tiers, I couldn’t resist… cough, cough…”

Holding his bleeding wound, Smith said to the altar with a painful expression. The mouth on the altar immediately opened to ask.

“Black dog and the church? They ambushed your base? How did they know your location? Could it be that nun you mentioned?”

The mouth on the altar continued speaking. Previously, Smith had mentioned obtaining a nun who could infiltrate the church, so Duval thought it unlikely that Smith had been betrayed by the church or that the nun had found an opportunity to inform the church.

“No… it’s not her… I used the Radiance Lamp to check her, and there were no extraordinary traces on her body. She was under our surveillance the entire time… it couldn’t have been her…

“The reason these guys found us here… is because I was careless… When I was checking, I only checked the nun, missing the subordinate I was rescuing. I thought he was one of us, so I didn’t check him… who knew his handcuffs bore landmarks… they followed the landmarks here…”

Under Dorothy’s manipulation, Smith, incredibly weak, said to the altar. Hearing this, Elder Duval, connected to the altar, paused slightly and then roared angrily.

“How could you make such a mistake! Do you know how much our strength in Tiyan will be weakened again due to your negligence!!”

“I know… so I… cough, cough… I feel very guilty… I’m doing my best to… make amends…” Smith continued to speak between gasps. Hearing this, Duval responded disdainfully.

“Make amends? With things like this, what can you make amends for!”

“Nun… that nun…”

Taking a deep breath, Smith let himself calm down a bit before continuing.

“Just now… I personally released that nun, corrupted by Kock but still unknown to the church, letting her go to the church… huff… huff… and telling her… we will continue to support her research on the Holy Mother and the Cup Mother… huff… and I gave her… Davik’s handcuffs, which I dismantled… telling her she picked them up secretly at our carriage robbery scene… this way, the church and the black dog will think she is a hero and give her a promotion…

“But… the church doesn’t know… that nun’s thoughts are terribly skewed… she is a huge hidden danger I arranged back into the church… as long as you… you can send someone to contact her later, it will be easy to corrupt her… cough, cough…”

With weakness and pain, Smith spoke intermittently, ending with a severe cough, spitting out a large amount of bl**d. Seeing Smith, a white-tier werewolf, in this state, Duval knew he was done for.

“Alright… I understand your plan. You attribute the exposure caused by your mistake to the achievements of that corrupted nun, making the church promote her, then we can contact her and use her as a key to open up the church’s situation in Tiyan… in a crisis, your mind seems to have returned somewhat. Speak… how should we contact that nun afterward?”

“Cough… cough… White Stone Craftsmen Guild… according to that nun, she had dealings with the White Stone Craftsmen Guild when she was at the Historical Records Office, and she has an account called ‘White Pray’. You can directly send messages there.

“Through those merchants… you don’t need to directly contact her there, so even if she exposes herself, it won’t affect us… cough… anyway… you can first use this channel to assess her… if the assessment passes, seek a more convenient communication method…”

As he spoke, Smith coughed out more bl**d. Dorothy knew that it was impossible for the other party to trust Vania right away, so they could only establish a safe contact method for both parties, allowing the other party to assess Vania. The neutral principle of the Artisan Guild was perfectly suited for this. After listening to Smith’s words, Duval on the altar fell silent for a moment before speaking silently.

“I understand. We will contact and test her afterward… now the question is, do you still have a chance to escape?”

Duval said this, and just as he finished speaking, a wall of the secret room suddenly exploded with a loud bang, spewing out scorching flames. In the flames, a knight in tattered armor slowly walked in, pointing the flaming sword in his hand at the weak Smith before the altar.

“Haha! I found you, wolf! Your snake has already dried up! Show me whatever skills you have left! Otherwise, accept purification!”

Anreyus, under his helmet, arrogantly said to Smith, who replied with a bitter smile.

“I’m sorry, it looks like I can’t escape. May I enjoy eternal hunting in the Gluttonous Wolf’s hunting ground…”

Saying this, Smith, supporting his battered body, roared at the fiery knight in front of him. Far away, Duval watched the explosion engulf Smith and sighed.