How could Frith die? Du Chen couldn't believe it. He had indeed beaten Frith badly last night, but it couldn't have been fatal!

"Why is it like this?" Du Chen walked up to Ferdinand in disbelief and asked, "Could it be that his injuries were too severe and he couldn't be saved?"

"No, the priests of the Holy Church have already treated his injuries. He didn't die because of that!" Ferdinand's purple eyes flashed with a sharp light, and his gentle voice raised a few tones, "He died in the guest room of this church, less than fifty meters away from me!"

Although this old fatther was still maintaining his composure, Du Chen could feel that he was furious!

As the religious leader of the Lanning Diocese, Ferdinand had a very noble status, and the St. John's Cathedral was the spiritual belief of all the gods of the Lanning Empire. But last night, Ferdinand's prisoner was killed right under his nose.

How could Ferdinand not be angry? Moreover, outsiders didn't know that there were hundreds of master from the Godly Sect hidden in the St. John's Cathedral, and Ferdinand himself was no ordinary person. But even so, someone managed to kill Frith unnoticed!

Du Chen lowered his head and said, "I am deeply saddened by Frith's death. Last night, I carefully considered it and realized that he didn't want to murder me, but just wanted to regain the face he lost at the banquet. But... sigh, Father Ferdinand, is there anything I can do to help you now?"

He was somewhat worried. If he died, would there still be redemption money?

"You should go and bid farewell to Frith first!" Ferdinand led Du Chen and walked up the stairs from the side corridor of the hall.

In the moment they went upstairs, when Du Chen was surveying the surroundings, he suddenly noticed a mottled mark on the wall where Ferdinand had been standing just now. It had been blocked by Ferdinand.

This mark was about the height of a person, just like... Du Chen thought of the mottled tiles on the main gate of the church and suddenly realized that there used to be a statue here, but it had been destroyed!

After going upstairs, Du Chen was faced with a long corridor with a red carpet on the floor and white doors on both sides. There were two Level 5 blue-clothed warriors stationed next to one of the doors.

Seeing Ferdinand bringing Du Chen, one of the warriors pushed open the door.

A strong smell of blood filled Du Chen's nostrils, and even though he had seen and experienced a lot in his previous life, he almost vomited at the sight of the body in the room.

Frith's body curled up on the carpet, as if his skin had been peeled off while he was still alive. The fresh red flesh was exposed, limbs contracted, and the bones were clearly visible. On his pale face, his bulging eyeballs were filled with bloodshot veins, like two crimson blood balls.

Most horrifyingly, through the two arms curled in front of his chest, the internal organs behind the ribs could be faintly seen. Among them, the heart was actually beating, one beat after another.

With each beat of the heart, the blood vessels on the body pulsed, as if Frith hadn't completely died!

Du Chen took a deep breath, suppressing the churning in his chest as he looked at Frith's body again. But just at that moment.

Frith's eyeballs moved, glaring at Du Chen with a sinister gaze!

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"May the God of Battle protect me!" Du Chen was startled, quickly hiding behind Ferdinand. "He's not dead yet?"

"No, he's already dead!" Ferdinand calmly looked at Frith's body, as well as his rolling eyeballs. "This is a very vicious method of murder. Frith's soul has disappeared, but his suffering continues. If it weren't for finding out the truth, I should have helped him rest in peace!"

Du Chen's throat made a gurgling sound, forcing himself to look away from Frith's body and survey the crime scene.

This was a very ordinary bedroom, with white walls, a white bed, and even the furniture was white. But at this moment, this holy color seemed somewhat eerie.

Du Chen exclaimed, "Where is the blood? What about Frith's skin?"

"Your observation is good!" Ferdinand pointed inside the room, his voice cold. "Everything at the scene is intact, and there were two Level 5 warriors guarding Frith last night. But when the servant brought breakfast this morning, this is what you see."

"Father, are you saying that someone sneaked into St. John's Cathedral, killed Frith under the guard of two Level 5 warriors, and left no clues?"

"No, he did leave a clue!" Ferdinand took a step forward, crouched down, and gently opened the curled arms in front of the body, pointing to his throat. "Look, the killer severed Frith's throat with a single stroke, and then started peeling his skin from the neck. This method of murder itself is a clue!"

"Who would use such a method of murder? It's too cruel!" Du Chen resisted the urge to look at the body.

"This is an ancient form of punishment called 'Skinning and Hiding Clothes.' It was used long ago to execute captured demons. Now, besides the senior gods of the Holy Church and some ancient family descendants, no one would use it!" Ferdinand explained slowly. "The executioner usually keeps the victim's skin as a trophy and a sign of honor, so Frith's skin is the clue!"

Heavens, the Eynes Continent is truly barbaric! Du Chen couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

"Francis, bid farewell to Frith, and then tell me in detail what happened when you saw that masked god last night!"

"Father, do you suspect that the masked god is the killer?"

"Yes, besides him, I can't think of anyone else who would have a reason to kill Frith. According to my speculation, a Level 9 warrior must have traveled to St. John's City. He first stole Kaman's holy artifact and then, for some reason, used the ram horn warhammer to save you. However, stealing is a disgrace for a warrior, so he wants to kill anyone who has seen him use the ram horn warhammer. But there is still a doubt, why didn't he kill Frith on the spot? Moreover, with his strength, he could easily kill without using stolen items and leaving behind clues..."

Ferdinand calmly explained his analysis, leaving Du Chen at a loss.

Du Chen had been the one to steal the holy artifact and injure Frith, but who was the one who sneaked into the church and committed the murder? Du Chen didn't have the ability, nor the cruelty.

"First, bid farewell to Frith, and then tell me in detail about the masked warrior!" Ferdinand instructed.

Du Chen suppressed the feeling of nausea and spoke to the corpse, offering a few words of rest, then said, "Father, last night, I was chased by Frith and took refuge in the Seventh District. I encountered the masked warrior in an alley. He was tall, muscular, and had a hoarse voice. After defeating Frith, he flew away!"

"Tall, muscular, and a hoarse voice. Hmm, thank you for the clue!"

Ferdinand led Du Chen out of the room and returned to the hall. "Francis, you may go now. Keep this matter confidential and be ready to obey my summons at any time. As for the redemption fee... wait for my instructions. Also, be cautious recently. It would be best to have the Duke Angus send a guardian warrior to protect you, since you have also seen the masked warrior!"

Du Chen smiled and said, "Since he saved me, he shouldn't kill me, right?"

"It's hard to say. Senior warriors have peculiar temperaments. They don't follow common sense in their actions!"

So, senior warriors act based on their moods. Du Chen left the cathedral, still puzzled about the murder case inside. However, Frith's death was definitely not because he had seen the masked warrior, so Du Chen didn't need to worry about his own safety.

Steve was still waiting outside. Du Chen didn't hide the news from his elder brother. When Steve heard about Frith's death, he first burst into laughter three times, then wailed continuously, "Ancestors above,Please don't let me lose the redemption fee!"

On the way back home, Steve kept praying that the redemption fee would still be valid. Judging by his appearance, he seemed even more anxious than Du Chen. Well, there was no choice. He was counting on his younger brother to make a fortune and lend him a few coins to please the beautiful ladies!

Amid his chatter, their carriage entered the noble district in the east of the city. Suddenly, they heard someone shouting outside the carriage, "Stop! There is an emergency in the east district. No entry allowed!"