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"Cough, cough, cough… are you from the Holy See sent to capture me?!"
Sister Grady, who was lying on the ground, looked relieved and said in a weak voice, "Actually, I knew it would happen sooner or later, that the Holy See would discover I hadn't died. I just didn't expect them to find out so quickly? It seems my meticulously planned fake death scheme completely failed."
"No, we are affiliated with the Hyperspace Group… The Holy See entrusted us to ascertain the truth of the entire incident and to retrieve those thirty silver coins."
Frank first observed Sister Grady's injuries. Although the bullet had pierced her abdomen, it fortunately hadn't damaged vital organs like the liver, stomach, or spleen, so if she received timely medical treatment, her chances of survival were still very high.
He then reached into his backpack, pulled out an Adrenaline shot, squatted down, and injected it directly into her vein.
"But don't worry, we only care about the truth and clues, and we don't care about your whereabouts or whether you live or die… So, as long as you truthfully tell us everything you know, we can pretend not to have seen you."
"But if you try to escape or use lies to deceive us, I guarantee your fate will be more miserable than those two demons!"
After the Adrenaline injection, Sister Grady's condition clearly improved, and her pale face regained some color.
After a brief silence, she slowly began to speak:
"The mastermind you are looking for is named Necrodamus, a wizard who uses Black Magic…"
It turned out that after Sister Grady unexpectedly became an Angel agent, she soon noticed some unusual changes during her routine inspections of the "sin silver."
That is, whenever she approached the box containing the "sin silver," a seductive whisper would immediately echo in her ears.
At the same time, the greed and desires in her heart would be infinitely magnified.
And when she moved away from the sin silver, this situation would immediately disappear.
However, what was truly bizarre was that this situation had never happened in the previous few years!
So, after repeated tests, Sister Grady came to a startling conclusion.
These sealed "sin silver" had a negligible effect on ordinary people, but they had an extremely strong corrupting effect on Angels and their agents.
This discovery not only didn't scare Sister Grady but also made her feel unusually excited.
She somewhat obsessively believed that if she could figure out how to resist the seduction of this "sin silver," then after death she would be accepted into Heaven and become a true Angel blessed by God!
So from that day on, Sister Grady began secretly studying these evil silver coins under the guise of her inspections.
However, she didn't realize that she had actually been subtly seduced by those silver coins for a long time, and was falling deeper and deeper!!
Later, on a chance occasion, while Sister Grady was unwinding at a bar, she unexpectedly met a witty, handsome, and well-dressed middle-aged man, and had a one-night stand with him…
What? You ask why a nun would be at a bar?
No, who says a nun can't be lonely?
Perhaps influenced by alcohol, or perhaps the secret had been buried in her heart for too long and she simply wanted to confide in a stranger.
In short, after their tryst, Sister Grady told the man—Necrodamus—all about her discoveries and the confusions she encountered…
But unexpectedly, he didn't treat her like a crazy woman who babbled nonsense; instead, he gave her a small magic pendant that had the effect of resisting seduction.
Only then did Sister Grady realize that he was actually a mysterious male wizard!
Thus, from that day on, their relationship evolved from mere casual partners to the best of companions, with nothing left unsaid.
Sister Grady enjoyed telling him about her discoveries and confusions while researching the silver coins.
And Necrodamus would teach her some simple and practical magic during his sage time… ahem, leisure time after their intimate moments.
Initially, Sister Grady naively believed that such a happy life would continue indefinitely.
Until one day not long ago, Necrodamus suddenly told her that a certain My Lord was very interested in those "idle" "sin silver."
As long as Sister Grady could help him steal the items, he could exchange those "sin silver" with that My Lord for a high-level scroll containing forbidden magic.
At first, Sister Grady refused!
But under his fierce cannon… er, love offensive, she quickly lost her head.
Furthermore, over the years, under the long-term corruption of those "sin silver," her views had already undergone drastic changes.
She had long since transformed from a devout and loyal believer into a selfish and opportunistic individual!
And it was precisely because of this that the later scene unfolded: she and Necrodamus's subordinates collaborated from inside and out, massacring all the guards watching the thirty silver coins, and then fleeing.
"Sister, I have to admit, your story is well-told, but that alone is not enough to convince us."
Frank's face showed no sympathy as he asked coldly, "If it's truly as you say, why would that wizard named Necrodamus send demons to hunt you down?"
"I want to know that too…" Sister Grady's face paled further, and she shook her head weakly, "Perhaps he never loved me, and from the beginning, he only wanted to use me to steal those 'sin silver'!"
This answer clearly did not satisfy Frank.
He took a completely deformed silver bullet from Logan Howlett's hand and frowned, asking, "Now tell me about this…"
At this moment, Logan Howlett interjected, "I just sniffed it. This is a pure silver bullet.
And the scent on it is somewhat similar to the faint traces that remained in that secret room. My preliminary guess is that it might be forged from those missing silver coins!"
This sense of smell is truly amazing!
Frank immediately gave Logan Howlett a look that said "well done," and holding the silver bullet, he continued to ask:
"What did you mean earlier, when you were facing those two demons, that Necrodamus wanted to use the thirty silver coins to make bullets specifically for Angels?"
"Normally, silver bullets are only used against Vampires and werewolves. I've never heard of anyone being able to injure an Angel with this thing."
"Also… didn't you just say he wanted to use these silver coins to exchange for high-level magic with a My Lord?"
The killing intent in Frank's eyes gradually intensified, and he grinned maliciously:
"Sister, I must warn you, if what you say next doesn't convince me, I'm afraid your life will end here."
"But don't think for a moment that you'll be better off after death… Trust me, for you, that will be the beginning of a true nightmare!!"
Sister Grady trembled all over with fright, a sharp pain shot through her abdominal wound, and she quickly answered honestly:
"I really didn't lie to you. Before, I truly believed he was going to exchange the thirty silver coins with that mysterious My Lord for high-level magic."
"But for some reason, he seems to have changed his mind, or perhaps this was always part of his plan…"
"And those silver coins contain a very powerful and evil force. Perhaps they pose no threat to ordinary people, but to Angels and their agents, they are extremely lethal!"
"I am almost certain now that the reason Necrodamus sent those magical creatures and those two demons to hunt me down is that he wants to silence everyone who has ever touched those silver coins… That way, no one will be able to guess his plan."
"I also barely managed to escape from the repeated pursuits by using the magic he taught me over the years."
At this point, Sister Grady thought of something and chuckled self-deprecatingly.
"But even if you let me go now, I probably won't live much longer… Because Necrodamus will definitely send Razan to hunt me down next… In other words, I'm doomed!!"
"Who is Razan?" Frank raised an eyebrow, asking.
A hint of fear flashed in Sister Grady's eyes, and she said with lingering trepidation, "Necrodamus calls her the 'Night Jackal.' She handles almost all of his difficult tasks."
"She was the one who attacked the monastery guards…"
Logan Howlett's nose twitched slightly, and he asked with interest, "Are you saying… that demigod?"
"Demigod?" Sister Grady was startled at first, then nodded, "That's certainly one way to describe her."
"I remember once when Necrodamus was drunk, he said that Razan was imprisoned in a certain pyramid for two thousand years for defying her father's will."
"Later, he accidentally discovered an ancient document detailing Razan's confinement location and successfully found a way to break the external seal…
So, to thank him for saving her life, Razan signed a contract of gratitude and started serving him."
"Initially, I thought it was just his drunken ramblings, until I saw Razan with my own eyes that day, and I realized he wasn't lying…
So if Necrodamus sends Razan to hunt me down next, it won't matter where I run!"
"That's a useful piece of information." Frank nodded in satisfaction, then asked, "If all the other silver coins are in Necrodamus's hands, then where can we find him?"
"I really don't know."
Sister Grady looked at her still bleeding wound and the small pool of blood forming beneath her. To avoid dying there from excessive blood loss, she frowned, pondered for a moment, and then spoke again:
"I remember now, if Necrodamus wants to forge those silver coins, he will probably go to his old partner, Ragnar!"
"Who is this Ragnar?" Frank felt his patience quickly running out with this old woman.
"I heard he's a dwarven blacksmith from Nidavellir. Only someone like him, with mysterious forging powers and extensive knowledge, would be able to forge those sin silver into bullets… but unfortunately, I've never met him."
Why are you talking if you don't know!
Frank placed his hand on his knife hilt. "So, you have no idea how to find this dwarf, then?"
"Cough, cough…"
Sister Grady could already feel the God of Death's footsteps getting closer and closer to her, and she quickly explained, "I think someone… ah no, two people might know Ragnar's whereabouts!"
"Who?"
"The Hellstorm siblings I captured a few years ago. They are currently imprisoned by the Holy See in a secret dungeon!"
Frank frowned slightly.
To prevent Sister Grady from secretly tipping off Necrodamus during their investigation, he ultimately decided to kill her.
After all, for him, completing Karl's mission was the most important thing!!
However.
Just as he was about to act, Logan Howlett, uncharacteristically, placed a hand on his shoulder and silently shook his head.
"Hmm?"
A look of confusion appeared on Frank's face.
Although he didn't yet understand why Logan would suddenly stop him at this moment, he was certain it wasn't to "save" Sister Grady.
Did he discover something?
Yes, that's possible!
Although they hadn't known each other for long, Frank still trusted Logan's character.
Moreover, the other party had no reason to put the upcoming mission at risk of premature exposure because of a self-degrading nun.
With a thought, Frank reined in the killing intent in his eyes and gestured with his chin towards the exit, "Sister Grady, thank you for your cooperation. You may leave now."
Sister Grady couldn't help but ask, "You… you're not going to kill me?"
"Cough, cough…" Frank corrected her righteously, "Don't talk nonsense. Our Hyperspace Group has always kept its word."
Sister Grady rolled her eyes: I believe you, my ass! I just saw my great-grandmother waving at me!!
"Thank you."
Just as Sister Grady struggled to her feet, preparing to leave this troubled place, a foul, decaying gust of wind suddenly swept past her.
Before she could react, the solid stone ground beneath her feet suddenly turned into a constantly flowing quicksand.
Caught off guard, Sister Grady's legs sank directly into the quicksand.
"Help… help me, it's Razan, she must have come to hunt me down!"
"I don't want to die, please save me…"
Sister Grady let out a desperate wail, but from beneath the quicksand, shriveled arms wrapped in decaying grave cloths reached out, one after another.
They grabbed Sister Grady's legs and pulled her forcefully down into the quicksand.
Before Sister Grady could cry for help again, she was already submerged in the rolling quicksand.
But that wasn't all.
The owners of the arms that had just dragged Sister Grady down struggled out from beneath the quicksand—they were a group of humanoid mummies covered in dirty, decaying grave cloths.
"Ho ho…"
"Ah ah…"
Just like the zombies commonly seen in horror movies.
As soon as these decaying mummies appeared, they opened their large mouths, the only part not wrapped in cloth strips, and from their dry, waterless throats, they emitted hoarse roars like sandpaper rubbing against an object.
And they waved their arms and lunged at Frank and Logan Howlett.