Chapter 1447: Tricks to Infiltrate the Murder Church
“Impersonate a follower of the Murder Church? Why impersonate? Aren’t you one already?” Giselle asked, bewildered.
To her, Parul shared the same beliefs and had absorbed the strength of a murderer, making her a genuine follower of the Lord of Murder. Even other followers of Murder wouldn’t be able to deny her identity.
“I need to be more formal, such as in my attire, demeanor, and habits. This way, even when I enter the Murder Church, they’ll feel I’m an experienced follower,” I said.
“I understand, Master, you want to infiltrate the Murder Church to do something, right?” Giselle immediately understood.
“Yes, that’s right. Do you have a way?” I asked. Giselle had lived in Falbedy Cemetery before and should be quite familiar with its rules.
“No problem. First, you need to find some low-key clothes, any style will do, suitable for movement or concealment. Then, equip yourself with some small knives, daggers, and short swords. The status within the Murder Church is very strict, but their requirements for members’ personal attire are very low, as long as you have the church emblem.” Giselle said first.
I had the church emblem from the murderer, and acquiring a black robe would be even easier. It made sense; most people in the Murder Church were killers, and which killer would want to dress distinctively enough to be immediately recognized as one?
“Next is the slang. This isn’t exclusive to the Murder Church, but rather the industry slang among assassins. There are too many assassins in the Murder Church, and they often use slang in their internal conversations. If you speak too normally, they’ll realize you’re new,” Giselle added.
Luckily, I asked Giselle. Various professional groups often have their own industry slang. The most common are dockworkers, fishermen, and sailors who make a living by the water, and they have a complete set of slang. Older Brother Jayad knew quite a bit of thief slang.
Without understanding these terms, it would be easy to be discovered as an impostor upon entering a professional group, leading to exclusion. Assassins of the Murder Church would be even more cautious, and any slip-up could reveal the truth.
Giselle taught me the assassin slang. Their slang went beyond just replacing words; even grammar and text were altered, making it a form of encryption or even a separate language.
“Next are the habits and behaviors. People in the Murder Church habitually keep their hands near their weapons, loosely gripping them, ready to draw and fight at any moment. Their footsteps are habitually light, even silent, and they are constantly vigilant of everyone around them,” Giselle continued.
There were so many details, many of which I had never considered. If I hadn’t had someone familiar with these things to consult, I would have definitely been exposed if I had just shown up.
“Finally, it’s the Murder Divine Spells. Regardless of your appearance and behavior, being able to cast Murder Divine Spells is the most compelling proof. So, having a few Murder Divine Spells that can be sensed by others will prevent them from subconsciously suspecting you,” Giselle concluded.
“Oh? Indeed. Then, what Murder Divine Spells do you think are commonly used?” I asked again. In reality, I possessed Murder’s Divine Power but wasn’t very skilled in Murder Divine Spells, as I had only just started learning.
“Let me think. Stealth Aura, which shields others’ perception, is definitely necessary. The auxiliary divine spell, Mute Spell, is a spell many church members love to use continuously. Also, enchanting weapons with Blood Blade Technique is something many assassins like to do,” Giselle mused, recalling the members of the Murder Church she had seen.
“I don’t know how to use any of those,” I said awkwardly, not even understanding what some of the spells were or having heard their names before.
“Ah, do we have to start from here? Then let’s go learn outside. It’s dark now, so let’s start by practicing stealth,” Giselle suggested.
“Okay,” I said. Although my personal habit was not to go out at night, a Guardian Deity had no restrictions on their living hours. However, this Valkyrie form was slightly conspicuous.
Giselle had the Valkyrie possess her so I could feel her movements and spellcasting process. She directly jumped out the window, landing on top of a spire, and then began to descend, leaping from the high peak of the palace to the noble district and then to the lower city.
I never expected that the first step to infiltrating the Murder Church would be learning parkour. Giselle continuously leaped, climbed, and maneuvered between the towering structures. Her landings were silent, and even when leaping from a great height onto roof tiles, she didn’t break them. This was clearly due to magic.
“First, let’s learn Levitation Technique. This is the most basic of basics. It can eliminate your body’s weight, so you won’t get injured even when jumping from a very high place. The effect is somewhat similar to the Feather Fall spell in magic,” Giselle said.
The Guardian Deity within her could fully perceive her spellcasting process and movements. After the Valkyrie emerged, I quickly learned it after a few attempts. The Valkyrie, clad in armor, became as nimble as a swallow.
“You’re so fast! Then try climbing up that building and walk along that rope to the opposite tower,” Giselle gave me a practice assignment.
I didn’t think it would be difficult. The tower had many reliefs, window sills, and eaves protruding, providing me with footholds and handholds.
I climbed up, mimicking Giselle’s actions, using both hands and feet to navigate the window sills and eaves.
I had actually done climbing and wall-running before. My main body had drunk Spirit Cat Potion, making me agile and nimble, with balanced nerves and quick reactions, allowing me to easily climb ordinary houses.
But the Valkyrie felt different. The Valkyrie didn’t have the boost from Spirit Cat Potion, but after casting Levitation Technique, I felt as light as a swallow, as if I had no weight at all.
With just a slight protrusion, even grabbing with one hand didn’t feel difficult to support. My body felt completely weightless, and I could hang there without any issues.
When walking on the rope, it was the same. It was just a soft rope used for hanging lanterns, and when I stepped on it, I felt almost no feedback. It only sagged a tiny bit, feeling no different than a cat or even a rat standing on it.
However, the armor on my body still made noise when it rubbed, and the iron chains on me jangled. This was especially noticeable in the quiet midnight. It was indeed strange to be playing stealth while wearing such complex armor.
“Then, let’s learn Mute Spell. This is a divine spell that shields your own sounds and has a miraculous effect on people with extremely keen senses and high vigilance,” Giselle said again. In fact, her movements had always been silent.
Giselle explained the principle and casting method of the divine spell to me, and I learned it in one go. Now, no matter how big a movement I made, my armor wouldn’t make a sound.
Just as I was getting into the groove of learning, a figure suddenly flashed in the distance, followed by a wolf howl: “Awoooo!”
