Chapter 71

"No wonder that werewolf acted so strangely last night; it was just a decoy."

"Why did the werewolf come after me? Naturally, it was because of Katherine."

Randy thought back to that night when he was in Carrie's room. Outside the window, besides the clown, the rat man, and another henchman of the clown, there was another monster hiding somewhere else.

It was probably the werewolf, planning to cause trouble that night. Maybe it saw Carrie's methods and didn't dare to make a move.

Randy glanced at Katherine. She didn't seem too trusting when talking about the werewolf, and her expression showed no signs of abnormality. It appeared she was completely unaware.

"Who sent you to preach to me?"

"It was an assignment from the abbess. She said you are currently lost in confusion and have severe self-harm tendencies, so she hoped I could come and help soothe your soul."

Katherine looked at Randy again. There was no trace of confusion in his demeanor.

Randy didn't continue to ask more questions.

Now, he could confirm that there were capable people in the monastery. Later, he would visit them himself.

Those who could use such tricks to deceive believers were probably not good people and could likely be recruited.

The two chatted intermittently, and Randy hitched a ride to the West City.

However, the patrolling officers on the street caught Katherine's attention, making her a bit puzzled.

Having often stayed in the monastery, she had no idea what had been happening in the town.

"What's going on?"

Randy said, "If you want to know what's happening, why don't you go and ask?"

"What? You want me to go?"

"Of course, you're wearing a nun's habit. I'm sure those police officers would be more than willing to share with you."

Katherine looked displeased, but she was also curious about what had happened. So, she got out of the car and asked the patrolling officers about the situation. With her in full church attire, she immediately got their attention, and they eagerly informed her about the recent cases.

After chatting for a while, Katherine ran back to the car and took out a well-used Bible.

Under Randy's puzzled gaze, she handed it to one of the officers. Then, amidst their grateful voices, she returned to the car.

"That's terrifying. I can't believe something so awful happened in the West City."

She kept taking deep breaths, her mood particularly low.

Randy curiously asked, "Why did you give that Bible to the officer?"

"Yes, he told me he had two troublesome children at home. He was very worried about them but couldn't be with them all the time because of his job. So, I gave him the Bible, hoping it could offer some help and protect his children."

Katherine spoke with some joy about this, as if she felt she had done a good deed.

"Ha."

Randy couldn't help but laugh.

In a mocking tone, he said, "Can you guarantee that the Bible will work? What if you gave him the Bible, and his children still went missing? You've been brainwashed by your scripture. What you did only serves to satisfy your saintly heart, and it might easily lead a believer to betray or even hate their faith."

This kind of thing is something Randy would never do. Only when the believer needs help should you step in. Offering promises and help in advance is something only fools do!

If a family is about to have a car accident, and you can stop it by rear-ending their car.

Randy would rather wait until they had the accident and then pretend to care than do something that harms oneself to benefit others, or even worse, benefit others at no cost to oneself.

"This..."

Katherine's expression changed as if she had realized the problem.

"If you don't have the ability to help, why give people hope?"

Randy continued to mock her, "It's no longer useful if you go and ask for it back now; it's basically telling him directly that the Bible doesn't work. Think about it, what if the worst-case scenario happens?

If that officer didn't have the Bible, he would be concerned about his children and constantly monitor their whereabouts. That would be the best protection.

But with your Bible, he found some illusory solace. He might think, 'Since the Lord is protecting them, I don't need to pay that much attention to my children. I can work with peace of mind.' And perhaps it's your unnecessary kindness that leads to the disintegration of this family!"

Katherine was already frightened, her back covered in cold sweat.

Her firm belief was easily shattered, but soon her expression became resolute.

"No! I didn't do this to satisfy my saintly heart; I truly want to help! That Bible has accompanied me for a long time! It's part of my faith, and I believe it will help him, even if I can't do anything. I can still convey my goodwill."

"Wonderful, you truly are a kind little nun."

Randy burst into laughter.

He immediately used his perception to scan that officer, memorizing his identity. He had already made up his mind: after the officer takes the Bible home, Randy would kill his children and place the Bible on the corpses. Then, he'd see what kind of expression Katherine would have when she learns the truth.

This would be too interesting.

Last night, the church sent a monster to mess with him; today, he would repay them with an anti-Christian.

Maybe he could sway more wavering believers.

Because of what Randy just said, Katherine now had a sullen expression towards him and even vaguely sensed malice.

"Lady Margaret was right; you really are an evil guy. I hate you!"

"Heh."

Randy laughed without saying a word. These words that were not painful to hear went into his ears like coquetry.

When her faith is shattered, he can step in and offer salvation.

"I'm actually teaching you life experiences; you should be thanking me."

"I don't need your twisted experiences. I'll find my own way."

Katherine still didn't appreciate it, and the speed of the car increased. Soon they reached their destination. She immediately pulled over and frowned at him.

"You can walk the rest of the way yourself."

"Alright, it doesn't matter."

Randy wasn't angry. He opened the car door and got out. Then, he turned back to look at Katherine.

For some reason, her nun's habit gave off a sense of holiness, like an angel descending.

"Katherine, we'll meet again. But next time, I hope you'll be wearing black clothes and thinner black stockings."

Randy's gaze made Katherine shiver.

"You blasphemous bastard, I won't preach to you again!"

Katherine pulled her skirt to cover her calves, then twisted her waist to sit in the passenger seat. She personally closed the car door before quickly returning to her seat and driving away.

Randy didn't say more, watching the car leave with a smile on his face.

"What could be more enjoyable than leading a nun astray?"