Kkkkrrrr… As he spoke, the sarcophagi slowly began to rumble and tremble, almost as though something were struggling to break free from within.

“You’re already dead. Act more discreetly.” The vortex of Yin energy contracted slightly and boomed with an authoritative voice. At once, the three sarcophagi grew silent without a single word.

Then, the two clumps of scarlet netherflame turned around and looked at the black-cloaked clergyman, and he remained completely silent for some time, before slowly speaking, “Not only do you have to be there to receive the train, I would like you to… take on the assignment that has been given to No. 3 as well.”

It was a delegation of work, but the eyes of the black-cloaked man immediately narrowed at once, and he kowtowed with great respect, “Esteemed Lord Marquis… Would I… have other assistants?”

He wasn’t a fool.

No. 3 is dead. How did she die? Who was the one who purged her soul? Wouldn’t I end up in the same fate if I take on No. 3’s responsibilities as well? Lord Marquis hasn’t mentioned this, but… I don’t want to end up like No. 3.

The room went silent at once.

Dead silence, just like in a morgue where all of the corpses suddenly sat up at the same time.

“Huhu…” Rumyantsev chuckled softly, and then erupted into an uproarious laughter, “Hahahaha!”

Every bit of nethergale concealed by the four walls of the age-old cathedral converged...