The First Evolution

Chapter 233: Recollecting Memories

Hearing Father Turks’ words, Fang Linyan suddenly laughed,

Father Turks immediately reacted, pointing at Fang Linyan with his face flushed, but couldn’t say a word.

But at this time, among the paintings hanging on the wall beside them, an indifferent voice suddenly sounded,

“Turks, let Wrench come to me. It looks like he does have some information.”

Fang Linyan turned his head to look and was surprised to find that it was the person in the painting who made the sound.

In the painting was an old man standing on the balcony of the monastery, looking at the sunrise off in the distance. This time, Fang Linyan leaned closer to inspect it. The man in the painting looked very similar to Archbishop Molegni whom he rescued. The sound came from the old man in the painting. Seeing Fang Linyan come close, the old man nodded slightly as a greeting.

Seeing this scene, Fang Linyan came to an understanding. If Archbishop Molegni could speak through this painting, there was a high chance that he was also able to listen to the conversation. It was no wonder when he set that trap, Father Turks fell into it anxiously.

Not it seemed that the priest’s explanations were not only for himself but more so for Archbishop Molegni. It was obvious that the archbishop had a lot of power, and he suppressed Father Turks greatly.

Upon hearing Archbishop Molegni’s instructions, Father Turks instantly stopped speaking, then bowed toward the painting. Then, he stood up wordlessly and made a gesture toward Fang Linyan, signaling him to follow behind.

Both of them walked in the cold wind of the early morning, surrounded by the dilapidated buildings. Although the path below their feet was paved with green slates, it was full of potholes. If one was careless, the stagnant water would splash out and completely wet his trousers. The trees in the surroundings were swaying in the wind like ghosts.

Not only that, probably because the church was already on the edge of the city and was quite remote, there were birds such as owls at night. They would let out a shrill from time to time, which made people feel creeped out.

After walking for about 5 minutes, they came to the front of a tower. Once father Turks led Fang Linyan here, he knelt before the tower to repent, which made him look like a statue.

Immediately afterward, the door of the tower creaked open. Fang Linyan climbed up the steps and came to the 2nd floor, then he found that it had been rebuilt into a reception room,

There was a newly laid red carpet on the floor and several dark-toned abstract paintings by masters on the walls. There were also shiny armors placed against the pillars. Not only that, there were Bavarian-styled drapery and tassels beside them. It made this humble tower room feel like a luxurious palace reception room.

Archbishop Molegni sat behind a writing desk and looked over with a faint smile, seemingly kind, but there was a hint of majestic.

Fang Linyan walked up and bowed deeply,

“It is a great honor to see Your Holiness again.”

The respect that Fang Linyan showed was genuine at this time. This was the basic respect he had for the strong. He didn’t forget that this frail old man who looked close to death managed to kill 2 powerful Insects of Death in a closed environment. Not to mention, they were torn to shreds!

Archbishop Molegni smiled,

“The title of Your Holiness is not suitable for me. In fact, 20 years ago, I preferred to be called the Scourge of God.”

The Archbishop spoke lightly, but Fang Linyan felt a thrill in his soul after hearing those words.

Clergies liked to refer to heretics as lost lambs, and their position as shepherds of God. Moreover, the Scourge of God meant that it was a tool held by god to severely punish those disobedient lambs.

Only those who were very powerful and had made illustrious achievements could get this honorable title!

Fang Linyan said seriously,

“Your Holiness, I come with friendship in mind. Otherwise, I wouldn’t seal off all news and come here alone and would have gone to the Ministry of Magic or The Times newspaper’s office instead. “

“I firmly believe deep down that the pasters bathed in the glory of the Lord must be doing righteous things. That’s why I came to find out the truth, to avoid countless sleepless nights and feeling guilty with my conscience.”

Archbishop Molegni nodded,

“Okay, if you want the truth, then I can tell you the truth, but after knowing the truth, you have to do one thing for me.”

Fang Linyan agreed,

“Since Your Holiness has spoken, then I am naturally bound to do so.”

Archbishop Molegni was silent for a while, then took a sip from the glass next to him and said,

“The beginning of this matter started 60 years ago… I was only a teenager at the time, and I followed the then Archbishop Dylan to carry out a secret mission. The contents of the mission made me, who was only 17 years old at the time, very infuriated because there was a delusional person who stepped into the realm of God and explored the taboos of life and death!”

“I still remember that lightning struck in the sky one after another that day, and the torrential rain poured down from the air like the Thames burst its banks. The raincoats were useless as we were soaked completely in seconds. From time to time, there was the snapping sound of trees being broken by the strong wind.”

“However, Archbishop Dylan told us that only on such a night of thunderstorms, the person we wanted to arrest would stay in his laboratory. Otherwise, we wouldn’t even see him on normal circumstances!”

“Then when we entered his laboratory, this man was completely engrossed in his research. He was extremely fanatical and completely ignored our presence.”

“Then, I saw an unforgettable scene. On the experiment bench, there was a giant monster stitched together from a large number of corpses. It was given life from the continuous lightning strikes, then it stood up staggeringly!”

“That was the first time I saw my friend, Victor Frankenstein!”

Fang Linyan was stunned when he heard this name. He never expected to hear such a name from the mouth of Archbishop Molegni.

Archbishop Molegni looked at the flickering candle and said,

“At that time, the name Victor Frankenstein came into my life for the first time. When he was caught, he never plead guilty. In fact, he firmly told us that he would continue on his research. Not even death could make him give up the pursuit of knowledge.”

“Next, I heard the news that Victor Frankenstein was burned at the stake.”

“At that time, I thought he was just one of the prisoners I caught and would quickly disappear from my life, and he did disappear for a full 15 years.”

“When I was 32 years old, a heartbreaking thing happened. I had decided to serve the Lord for the rest of my life, so when I returned to my hometown to visit my parents, I couldn’t help investing my love on the next generation, my nephew, Corey.”

“He was white and chubby, and he liked to laugh very much. If you poked his palms, it would become a little dent. Moreover, when I was present, he was very close to me. He also looked a lot like me, and he carried our family’s blood in his little body. In my heart, Little Corey was my son.”

“But half a year later, my fellow villagers brought me bad news. Little Corey had diphtheria and probably couldn’t live long. My mind was blank at the time. Before I left the monastery, I fell 3 times while walking. My node was bleeding profusely and the people around me looked at me with strange eyes.”

“I left these things behind, and there was only one thought in my mind, and that was to save Little Corey.”

“I didn’t know how I got back at that time. After I rushed back, Little Corey was on the verge of death. He couldn’t even speak, and the people next to him said that there was nothing more they could do.”

“I carried Little Corey in my arms, searching for Doctor Lot like crazy to let him perform phlebotomy. I also planned to give him an enema with belladonna leaves, salt, and 3 ounces of castor oil. Unfortunately, not long after I set out, his body started losing heat.”

“My brain told me that Little Corey was dead. He died the moment I stepped out of that threshold. But I wasn’t willing to accept it, I wasn’t willing to reconcile to that fact.”

“I invested too much of my affection on him. Father love, my lack of familial affection, and my regret of not being able to have my own offspring. When Little Corey died, the color of my life was all drained away.”

“At this time, Archbishop Dylan appeared in front of me, and he asked me if I wanted to save Little Corey, but we would commit an unforgivable crime.”

“I told him without hesitation that as long as Little Corey could be brought back to life, I would take on of the big sins.”

Hearing this, Fang Linyan could almost guess what happened next. Many great people didn’t take death well when it came knocking at their door. Even God was a type of spiritual drug created by humans to overcome their fear of death.

Therefore, the choice Archbishop Molegni made at the time wasn’t difficult to understand. In fact, if Fang Linyan was in his position, he might have made the same decision.

When old people reminisce on the past, they couldn’t help but immerse themselves in it because it reminded them of their youthful days… After a while, Archbishop Molegni collected himself back from his contemplation and continued speaking softly.

“Then Archbishop Dylan took me to an abandoned castle, where I saw Victor Frankenstein again… He was supposed to be burnt to ashes at the stake, but he looked pretty good, aside from being bald. “

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