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Chapter 1975: Memory Erasure Pen
Flipping further, there were several more pages, such as a General of Brittany being assassinated, a wealthy family suffering a massacre, frequent appearances of killers in the Brittany region, suspected gang crime, and high police alerts, and so on.
Up to this point, the news was still normal, but as it went further down, things became abnormal. The newspaper pictures showed an Unspeakable creature resembling a giant squid, lying on the ground in a puddle.
Unknown creatures were found at the murder scene, and similarly unknown creatures were found inside the deceased. It was suspected that the deceased were infected by unknown creatures.
The wealthy family that was massacred was suspected of human trafficking. A dungeon was discovered in the basement of their mansion, where police found over sixty corpses. They were now beyond recognition.
A multinational company concealed a cult site, and missing commoners might have been sacrificed to it. Furthermore, a biological laboratory was discovered within the company, containing a large collection of human eyes, their purpose unknown.
The high-ranking military officials and government officials who were assassinated were suspected of being infected by unknown creatures, involved in human trafficking, and embezzling public funds for research into forbidden Alchemy. Our security work was a complete mess.
Murderers? Righteous! They came and went like the wind, eliminating monsters with malicious intent, yet never harming the innocent. They took ill-gotten gains from corruption and exploitation and distributed them to the poor.
Recently, there have been frequent appearances of these chivalrous figures striking down those who infiltrated our country’s high ranks. Perhaps they are members of an assassin’s alliance acting out of a sense of justice. Now, let’s hear the experts’ analysis.
I read over a dozen newspapers. It started with strong condemnation of the shocking murder cases, then moved to questioning when things felt wrong, and finally, the wind turned 180 degrees. Almost every newspaper was praising the assassins’ righteous deeds, criticizing the bureaucracy’s corruption and incompetence, and how they were so deeply infiltrated by monsters without realizing it.
In reality, those assassins, called righteous agents and heroes, were indeed wicked murderers. They precisely killed these alien parasites solely because of divine revelations and their missions. They did not harm the innocent simply because no one paid them to kill them.
Of course, the Murder Church does have a somewhat pathological tradition. They indeed dislike harming the innocent, as, in their view, killing is an art that should be precise and ritualistic. Killing one extra person would be like adding feet to a snake.
As for taking ill-gotten gains and distributing them to the poor, that is completely non-existent. This is a habit of the Murder Church; spoils of war from assassinations belong to the individual. Therefore, they would always search the scene after a kill.
The idea of distributing to the poor is purely wishful thinking. How could a group of murderers possibly be so kind-hearted?
This time, because they were executing a divine revelation, the Murder Church poured all its fervor into this assassination, making it almost perfect. They split up to lock onto targets, disguised themselves as ordinary citizens to gather intelligence, and even infiltrated as servants or company employees.
Then, on a dark and windy night of murder, they acted together, eliminating all the alien parasites in one fell swoop, then withdrawing. They even cleared all clues, leaving not a single trace behind.
By the time people discovered that all members of the Hede Corporation had been killed, they were already far away, possibly even having left Brittany. The police couldn’t find a single shadow of them.
I don’t believe those Lords would willingly watch such large-scale assassinations targeting the upper echelons occur in their territories. It would make them feel like sitting on pins and needles, even if the people killed were proven to be unknown parasites.
They must have organized investigation and search operations, but found nothing. Thus, they started feeding information to the newspapers, beautifying the Murder Church’s assassinations, portraying them as righteous heroes who robbed the rich to help the poor – essentially a plea for them to stop coming.
In reality, the Murder Church is only interested in divine revelations. If no one pays to have your head delivered, they will absolutely not return to kill those royal nobles.
Since the Murder Church has succeeded, one of my major worries has been removed, and I estimate they will return soon. No wonder Lavias seemed unhurried.
I put down the newspaper and said, “Very good, now I have one less enemy. Lavias, as we discussed yesterday, give me that item.”
“Yes, Saintess. It’s ready. Please follow me.” Lavias replied. I had already told him during yesterday’s meeting that I needed to use a Magic Apparatus of the Murder Church and required his preparation in advance.
In fact, before the Purple-Robed Death God left, he entrusted the core and grand formation of the Murder Church to me. Perhaps he thought I was God’s chosen, and therefore trusted me too much.
Thus, I can use all the Magic Apparatuses left by the Murder Church. However, I prefer not to touch them. Most of those Magic Apparatuses are extremely sinister, covered in blood, and can even easily affect the owner’s mood, causing loss of control and madness.
But this one is an exception. This item is purely unstable and too risky, so I didn’t dare to use it. To use it safely this time, I spent the entire night consulting Giselle on Murder’s Divine Spell.
As the treasure vault door opened, a strong Smell of Blood wafted out, carrying even ghostly wails.
Bloody daggers, dried Skulls, chainsaws wrapped with flesh. Every Magic Apparatus here has killed countless people, each with its unique killing technique. Their power and lethality are astonishing, and their side effects bring extra surprises.
What I focused on was a feather pen placed on a platform by Lavias: the Memory Erasure Pen. It is actually a Magic Apparatus capable of completely erasing intelligence, even by physically grinding it away.
This Magic Apparatus has a significant degree of uncertainty and could lead to severe consequences, similar to the metal cube from the Infinite Obelisk Research Society that I recently encountered, and the Music Box that killed the Crown Prince.
However, I must use it. I am unsure what methods the Royal Family will employ to investigate the Crown Prince’s death. There will likely be Detectives, investigators, and even Fortune Tellers. They will have various methods of investigation, and I can only indiscriminately destroy the clues.
“Saintess, be careful. Once you write something wrong, there’s no chance to regret it.” Lavias warned. Even the Vampire Count took a few steps back, as if even he feared this Magic Apparatus.
“No problem, I know what to do.” I had already thought of it and rehearsed it in advance. I picked up the feather pen and first channeled Murder’s Divine Power into it.
It is said that this feather pen was left behind by a high-ranking member of the Murder Church who accidentally went berserk and died. All his Divine Power was infused into this feather pen, giving it the ability to erase intelligence, and even supercharging its effect.
Next, I forcefully stabbed my palm, enduring the pain as my fresh blood dyed the pen tip. To use the feather pen, one must use their own blood as ink.
Then, on the stone platform, I wrote five words: “Norton Abbas.”
