Throw the suitcase into the trash can and confirm that there is no more content on the notes, Donald chose to burn it directly,

After figuring out the source of the information of the Book of Dark, the stone in Donald's heart finally became much lighter.

Before this, he was worried that someone knew the information of the relics like him and was secretly manipulating the progress of the matter, which was the most dangerous situation.

Despite his lack of kindness, he had to thank the fortune teller who had an accident. If he had not had an accident, he had handed the news to his predecessor a few years ago, regardless of whether Infinita discovered it or not, the matter of the Church of Shia would not have happened, and there would be no possibility that he would have traveled through time.

I originally planned to go to the Bell Tower in Puston City, but after getting on the bus, I asked the coachman before I found out that it would take an hour to go from Dongcheng District, one by one, and it would take three hours to find something in the Bell Tower. It would be difficult to explain to the one at home when I got back, so I had to give up.

As Donald thought, when he returned home, Infinita was already waiting for him in the living room.

"I successfully won over the thug in the church of Shia, and in fact he is also the one who will take me to the location of the Dark Book tomorrow night. I will make him ignore your stalking, and after that... I have a small request."

While Donald was talking, he was still kneading the meat balls on Finger's claws. Finger kept looking at Infinita. It had been two days since he arrived at home, but for this nominal "hostess", he seemed to have followed Donald and never showed any intimacy to her.

This kind of gaze is actually a kind of vigilance.

“What are the requirements?”

"If the fight starts, can you not reveal my identity? You can grab the book of darkness and expose my identity. If the Church of Shia cannot beat you, I will definitely vent all the hatred on me, and I will become your scapegoat. Isn't that good? Besides, you have to rely on me to find inheritance, right? I am targeted by the Church of Shia, how can I go out to do anything?"

When Donald has the legacy chip in his hands, he has the qualification to talk to Infinita.

"I know, as long as you don't take the initiative to speak out, I will tell other people in advance not to contact you. They don't know the transaction between you and me now. If an accident occurs, you should know what you can't say."

Infinita provided information to her companions, she discovered the information of the dark book through personal stalking and searching in Donald's bedroom, rather than Donald's initiative to inform her.

Therefore, Donald's concern is actually a bit redundant. As long as he doesn't speak, Infinita and the people behind her will not reveal their identities at all.

"Infinita, based on the current partnership between our two, can I ask a more offensive question."

Just as he was about to get up and leave, his butts left the sofa cushion. Donald didn't know what was wrong, so he sat down again. He suddenly had some questions and wanted to ask the orthodox sect's sect in front of him.

"explain."

Infinita's eyes swept across Donald's face, then looked out the window, and after saying that, she got up and pulled the curtains up, and the lights were not turned off.

"You have said before that you are the orthodox church, and I am curious why you can oppress an innocent person with such confidence."

Speaking of this, Donald touched his nose. As a murderer who was nearly double digits, he felt a little guilty when he said this, and continued to say:

"Did the God you believe in allow you to do these things? I heard that the Justice Church always has to follow rules in doing things. Sin is guilty, and sin is guilty. What is your standard, or is your standard, your own judgment?"

This is a question that Donald always wants to know. In his opinion, the so-called orthodox church recognized by the government, their attitude towards ordinary people is actually not much different from that of strangers.

It’s nothing more than life, death and robbery in their minds.

"Your identity is a special descendant of the demon's family."

Infinita seemed to have never thought Donald would ask this question, and she adjusted her sitting position.

"So what would you do if I were not a descendant of the demon's family and just owned those things?"

Assuming that there were no Grants and his wife, those inheritances were obtained through formal channels, would they seize them with special means now?

"...this assumption doesn't hold, without the Grants, you simply wouldn't have owned those things."

Infinita opened her mouth and wanted to say something, then swallowed it back, forcibly cut off the topic, curled up her hands on the sofa, frowned and continued:

"Grant, you must understand one thing, the church is established by people. According to the current capital theory, this is an interest group based on faith. Faith still exists, but not everyone dedicates their whole heart to the gods. Good night!"

Infinita is not ready to continue talking about the topic raised by Donald.

"Interest groups...oh, there is indeed some truth. According to this statement, what I do should be fine. Your interests are interests, and my interests are naturally counted."

Human nature is complex. It is better to expect everyone to become a saint than to expect the sun to rise from the west tomorrow.

Looking at Infinita's departure, Donald's eyes became colder.

**

The bloody smell has not dissipated in a villa in the Rich District of Puston.

The corpse on the ground was dragged down by someone, and the blanket covered with red and white mixed things had not yet had time to replace it with a new one.

"His Excellency Krato, we will resume the collection of sacrifices as soon as possible, but the recent trends of the Pston City Police Department and the Justice Church are directed at us. Should we consider shrinking our power?"

The middle-aged man with sweating was bent and did not dare to look up at Krato. Because the private clinic was wiped out, all the sacrifices he had caught were rescued, which made Krato furious. The middle-aged man was a little confused about why Krato was so anxious.

"The contraction force...haha~ I wonder if you have any good suggestions in this regard, huh? What Rastole does during this period are you looking at? That old guy is pushing out the other old guys. Why? Use your brain soaked in the cesspool to think about it!"

Krato was so angry that he laughed. He was arrogant and arrogant, but that didn't mean he was a fool.

He knew that his weakness was that his ability to analyze and control the situation was not strong. In order to make up for it, he learned to find someone with strong abilities in this regard as a reference.

Jeffrey Rastoller, a cunning guy, Krato believed in this, and his actions in the church often illustrate many things.

The evidence of crimes from senior church leaders was sent to the police station, and the frequent large amount of funds were mobilized on the books...

These are the reasons for his anxiety. This church has created him, but there is absolutely nothing to say about gratitude or reward.

His idea was very simple. When the crisis came, he had to rely on the seemingly prosperous church to earn enough benefits for himself.

Organizations that maintain interests will often be destroyed by interests.

For a long time, most cults often flourished very quickly, but once they reached a certain peak, their decline would also take place overnight.
Chapter completed!