"Keep digging!"
"Those monsters thought they could escape by hiding underground?"
"This is divine punishment."
“We are destined to be servants of God.”
"The seeds of God that they guard should also be returned to our control! We should enjoy the sacredness!!!"
One after another, people wearing construction clothes, carrying various equipment, and even carrying explosives passed by him.
Hitzfeld stared at them speechlessly.
She knew what the natural disaster in Allwater was about.
What the giant spider Atla said is true...it is really because of "greed".
The illusion scene changed very quickly, and the figure of Bishop Kadega quickly disappeared.
Before he disappeared, he raised his hands and looked diagonally upward, as if he wanted to stop or resist something. But the next moment, he was crushed by a giant shadow, and Hitzfeld could clearly see the dark red color splashing outward on the ground.
After a pause, she continued on.
After passing another fork in the road, she stopped again.
She saw a young man, probably in his early twenties, who could only be called a young man at best.
This is another acquaintance.
It was what she saw in the Memory Fruit... In that tavern, he was one of the three evildoers who asked the old man about the truth about the destruction of Orvoth.
Yes, they are heretics - because they do call themselves the Holy Fruit Society.
"Mother……"
Hitzfeld saw him look up, a blank expression on his face.
"Why should we investigate the Allwater matter...Will this really not anger Ms. Harry?"
"Before you answer this question, Casimir, tell me, no matter what happens, you will choose to stand with me."
A shadowy figure of a woman also appeared in the direction he was staring at. It was the mean woman in the tavern.
Casimir!
Hitzfeld's expression changed.
Are they really mother and son?
Is it really a combination of Izabella and Casimir?
But this person is nothing like Casimir...
What is this...
"Of course!"
The young man stared at the figure, hammered his chest with his right hand a few times, and answered loudly with a fanatical mind that did not match his appearance:
"No matter what happens! No matter what changes happen! I will always firmly trust my mother!"
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Chapter 84: Rotting Nutrients
"Snapped!"
What Hitzfeld—and the young man—did not expect was that this remark was responded with a slap in the face.
"Mom...?" The young man slowly turned his head and stared at the mean woman with wide eyes, "Did I... did I say something wrong... Why did you treat me like this..."
"Because it is naive and stupid." The woman scolded him viciously.
"We are believers of the dusk, followers of the eclipse; we are hunters of the night, agents of eternal darkness...Have you forgotten the oaths we took when we joined the order?"
"But..." the young man was still unconvinced, "It is impossible for my mother and I to betray the church and become 'piglet'. In this case, if I always trust my mother, doesn't that mean I always trust the church..."
"You are wrong, Casimir." The woman narrowed her eyes and looked at him with indifference.
"You think that we will never betray each other, so it's okay for you to get close to me on this basis... You haven't considered that there will be some special circumstances, in which we may be forced to give up this belief."
"…I don't understand, Mom."
"For example, the church has found an opportunity to send us to infiltrate their power center, and we may even hold power and occupy a high position in the future. This opportunity requires us to temporarily block our memories and wholeheartedly believe in those false gods who have abandoned humanity!"
The woman narrowed her eyes and said, "Tell me, what would you do in this situation?"
"I..." The young man frowned and hesitated for a long time before slowly saying, "I think this opportunity may not be that important..."
"They will also check memories, Mom. It doesn't mean that they won't be able to see if we cover up the memories... And those tree people, they also have ways to detect us. This kind of infiltration is very dangerous in my opinion..."
"You-don't worry about it for now! Just treat this as an order from the church! Tell me! Will you do it or not?"
"If this is your order." The young man's brows jumped, "I can consider it."
Izabella turned around and breathed a sigh of relief with some dissatisfaction.
"You never ask such inexplicable questions to test me." The young man approached from behind, "What happened? Are you really going to do this?"
"you guessed right."
"Then - can I refuse? I don't mean to disobey this order. What I mean is - isn't this a truce period? There are so many warriors better than me. I may not be -"
"No, Casimir. This mission is yours."
"I don't understand……"
"You don't need to understand. Lord Harry has developed a new drug that can fool all their detection methods. You just need to spend more time preparing for it during this period of time and memorize the information they have arranged for you. When you wake up again, you will be the only survivor of the West Grant disaster."
"But……"
"The only survivor - this means that no one can prove that you have a problem. As long as they can't find out your deep-seated secrets, you can use this identity to blend into their system."
"But I might..."
"The Dream Weaver will give you hints, so you don't have to worry about ignoring the mission. And by then, your heart will be filled with hatred for us. As long as people like you have arms and legs intact, they will consider joining them to fight against the church, not to mention that you have such a talent."
"What talent?"
“Part of you will be connected to the Apostle of Greed.” The woman turned around abruptly, and her eyes turned into scarlet vertical pupils at this moment.
“Like I am, in a way, the embodiment of it.”
"What good will this do me?"
"You will continuously receive information feedback from the void... that means it is paying attention to you. This will not only help you survive various dangers, but also make them value you more and promote you faster."
"Okay... so what should I do?"
"Search for information on 'Dead Silence Woodland'."
"Dead Forest?"
"Yes, because there are far more than two seeds of God. According to our long-term investigation, one of them is the 'Seed of Destruction'. Once its power is released, it may destroy half of Sara."
"We haven't been able to find the Seed of Destruction, and there's no news about it. Lord Harry speculated that it may have taken root and is under strict control by them."
The woman sighed. “Although it was not in our original plan, if we can get it, even if it is just to get it out of their control, it will be of great benefit to us.”
“Dead Forest, Seeds of Destruction…” the young man murmured.
"Okay, I remember."
"There is one more thing." the woman said again.
"In the future... I mean in the future..."
"In the future, if your talent gives you a strong feeling, a feeling similar to a call, you must rush to that place as soon as possible."
"reason?"
"Because that is the mission of your and my existence."
"..."
Izabella was vague and refused to tell him what the mission was no matter how Casimir tried to find out.
But Hitzfeld had obtained enough information... to deduce that she wanted Casimir to turn against her in the future.
The woman in the blue dress - 'Schnett Harry' discovered that "the power of greed gained by turning lovers against each other will be extremely huge and rich."
The love here may not necessarily be the love between lovers, but also includes love for relatives.
The young man's figure slowly disappeared.
The next moment, the woman in the blue dress came out again and handed a bright red fruit to Izabella.
"This is the essence of the wisdom fruit tree. If you eat it, you will have the opportunity to coexist with the fruit tree."
"Yes... Your Excellency..."
"After the destruction of West Grant, I won't have to take care of this project myself. The library only needs to pollute cities step by step. From now on, you will be the owner of the library and you will be in charge of everything here."
"Thank you... for your gift..."
"This is what you deserve."
The woman in the blue dress opened her mouth, once again revealing her very personal and evil smile.
"I like your plan, Izabella."
"Mother and son are at odds... hehe, to some extent, you are a genius."
"I……"
There was a struggle in the woman's eyes, but it was quickly covered up by fanaticism.
"This is just a backup plan I have in place."
"If something goes wrong during the process of polluting the next city, as long as we can prove his backlash, with our identities as the incarnation of greed, the black fog we generate will definitely be able to push the progress forward by a large margin..."
"That's it! That's it! Izabella!"
The woman in the blue dress clapped her hands vigorously.
"Very good! It seems that I can leave everything to you without any worries."
"..."
Hitzfeld witnessed everything and felt his heart trembling with fear.
Looking past the fork in the road, in front of the corridor, she saw the young man lying on the hospital bed being pushed over.
"They said they want to change my body shape... and my face... I won't change so much that even my mother won't recognize me..."
"After my memory is sealed, will I become a 'piglet' that hates the organization? Will my mother hate me because of this..."
"You're going to have surgery soon, don't think too much about it."
The phantom of the woman appeared beside her and moved forward with the bed.
“But I really don’t want to change.”
The young man stretched out a hand and gently grasped her sleeve.
"I don't want to forget you..."
"Never want to..."
"Shut up!"
The woman suddenly pulled the sleeve from the young man's fingers and glared back at him fiercely.
But what she met was a young, pale, and sad gaze.
Perhaps no one could remain motionless before such a gaze. Even a fanatic who had sold his soul would quickly turn his face away as if he were stung.
"Haven't you always wanted my approval, Casimir?"
Hitzfeld saw her take a deep breath.
"You have always felt that I don't trust you, saying that I think you are childish, immature, and incompetent... This is a good opportunity for you to prove yourself with results."
"As long as I prove myself, Mom will trust me?"
