Chapter 121: Offspring of the Evil God or an Avatar of the Evil God?

Chapter 121: Offspring of the Evil God or an Avatar of the Evil God?

In the afternoon, Chief Reed, accompanied by two young officers, made their way to the Holy Wind Church. This was his first time assisting the church with a case. Although he had heard of thefts occurring in various churches before, the church authorities often did not require police involvement, as they were usually able to catch the thieves themselves.

The Holy Wind Church was vast, and the breeze that blew through was cool and refreshing.

Chief Reed had been waiting inside the church for over ten minutes before someone came to greet them. Leading the reception was Bishop Ron, who, despite a smile on his face, seemed to be in a poor mood, as Chief Reed keenly observed a forced element in his smile.

Could it be that the items stolen from the Holy Wind Church this time were of significant value?

"Good afternoon, Bishop Ron."

"Good afternoon, Chief Reed."

After exchanging simple greetings, Bishop Ron invited Chief Reed to sit at a round table in front of the statue's steps.

Sitting face to face, Chief Reed got down to business, asking about the details of the incident and the stolen items, among other important questions.

Bishop Ron tried to answer, but Chief Reed could feel he was being evasive, even contradictory at times.

He paused his questioning, intensifying his tone, "Bishop Ron, shouldn't you be more honest in the presence of the divine?"

"I'm sorry, I was distracted by other matters," Bishop Ron replied, his expression tense as he surreptitiously wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Such a display of guilt and lack of confidence could not escape the scrutiny of Chief Reed, honed by his years of police experience.

"Bishop Ron, I hope you will answer the following questions honestly," Chief Reed continued.

Bishop Ron nodded, assuring that he would indeed respond truthfully.

"On the night of the incident, where were you? Who were you with? Can anyone vouch for you?"

Bishop Ron hesitated, realizing that he was being suspected, and raised his voice, "Chief Reed, are you suggesting that I am guilty of guarding and stealing?"

Chief Reed chuckled and spread his hands, "I was just making a little joke to focus your attention."

"That's not funny at all!"

"Of course."

Chief Reed smiled apologetically and resumed his normal line of questioning.

After finishing his questions, he prepared to visit the scene of the theft.

Bishop Ron, looking anxious, blocked his path, stammering, "I just remembered some details I hadn't clarified."

"Bishop Ron, deliberately misleading the police with false testimony is also a crime!"

"I just remembered it now."

Bishop Ron, calming Chief Reed, invited him to sit down again and then engaged in some trivial conversation.

At first, Chief Reed listened intently, but as the conversation went on, he felt something was amiss. After patiently listening for a while longer, he finally chose to interrupt Bishop Ron's rambling.

"Bishop Ron! My time is precious. After handling matters here, I need to hurry back to spend time with my lovely child, who was just born not long ago. He must be looking forward to his father's company."

Hearing the word 'child,' Bishop Ron instantly tensed up, his body stiffened, and his face turned pale, but he still managed to say in a relaxed tone, "Chief Reed, I was just making a little joke."

"That's not funny at all! It's nothing but a waste of our time!"

Chief Reed stood up, towering over Bishop Ron, his voice filled with undisguised anger.

"Yes, it was thoughtless of me, I apologize," Bishop Ron said, his face pale as he continued to speak many kind words to calm Chief Reed's anger.

At that moment, gusts of wind blew in from the church windows, and the stone eyes of the statue standing on the steps seemed to be opening.

Suddenly, a thunderclap sounded from the clear sky, deafening, followed by a fierce wind and a downpour.

Chief Reed couldn't help but complain, "I didn't expect it to thunder and rain in this weather. I forgot to bring an umbrella, and I don't want to go back to see my lovely child soaking wet."

Bishop Ron's expression relaxed considerably, and he offered with a smile, "We can send you back in a carriage."

"That would be much appreciated."

Chief Reed did not refuse the kind offer.

Soon, the other two officers finished surveying the theft scene and reported back.

Two priests' rooms had been burglarized, drawers pried open, and cash and some valuables stolen, totaling about 200 pounds.

Chief Reed nodded; a theft of 200 pounds was indeed a significant case.

After learning more details and seeing that it was getting late, Chief Reed prepared to head back, planning to return the next day to handle the matter.

He did not refuse the thoughtful carriage service offered by the Holy Wind Church.

After sending Chief Reed off, Bishop Ron collapsed into his chair, his face pale and beads of cold sweat on his forehead.

He was just a bishop who dealt with ordinary matters in the Holy Wind Church, not one who wielded extraordinary power.

Facing the father of a potentially parasitic offspring of an evil god, his pressure was immense, especially when Chief Reed showed anger, fearing that Chief Reed might suddenly lash out and devour him.

Fortunately, everything went smoothly, and no additional incidents occurred.

"You've worked hard this time," a voice came from behind.

Bishop Ron waved his hand, "Did you find anything?"

"This Chief Reed does not bear any signs of being parasitized or contaminated; he's just an ordinary father."

Bishop Ron rubbed his temples, "So, the problem is only with the infant?"

"The archbishop has personally followed up."

"The one driving the carriage?"

"Yes, having an archbishop drive for him, Chief Reed must have quite a reputation."

…

The downpour continued, the wind howled, and thunder rumbled incessantly.

Chief Reed stepped down from the carriage, holding an umbrella borrowed from the Holy Wind Church, and walked towards his home through the muddy ground.

Behind him, Ace Snake, who had driven the carriage, lifted his gaze to the second-floor window of the house.

According to the reports, the newly born infant was in that room.

The pouring rain fell, soaking his clothes and leaving his hair in disarray.

But he did not approach or take any drastic actions; he simply watched quietly.

…

"Little guy, guess who's back?"

Chief Reed put away the umbrella, tidied his somewhat disheveled hair, and then entered the room, crouching in front of the crib to play with the infant who had just woken up.

The infant sucked on his fingers, his eyes, clear and distinct, fixed on his father, showing great interest in his greeting.

"Look, what's this?"

Chief Reed smiled and pulled out a rattle drum, gently rubbing it with both hands, causing the beads on either side to strike the patterned drum surface, producing a thumping sound.

This was a toy designed by Emperor Roselle for his children, which later became popular outside. It was said that children loved the sound of the rattle drum.

The infant opened his mouth and blew bubbles, looking adorable.

Chief Reed wiped the drool from the corner of the mouth with a tissue, smiling, "Are you drooling? Are you hungry?"

"It's not long since he was last fed."

"Our little guy is so cute; I really hope Baron Campbell can give him a suitable name."

Chief Reed chatted with his partner for a while, and the infant in the crib had already closed his eyes and fallen asleep.

As the two of them left the room quietly, the sleeping infant opened his eyes, still with those clear and distinct eyes, but now they held an adult-like gaze.

He climbed out of the crib, toddled over to the windowsill.

It was a bit high, and his height was not enough to open the window.

He jumped a little, still couldn't reach, thought for a moment, then floated up, touched the window lightly, and it opened. The storm outside was about to pour in through the open window.

The infant approached the window, and the rain about to splash onto him calmed down, winding its way around.

His gaze swept through the window, scanning the surroundings, then settled on the carriage still in the storm and the person on it, full of vigilance.

In his clear eyes, there was a hint of mockery. After a brief glance, he turned his gaze to the clouds where the wind and thunder gathered in the sky.

His face showed no panic, only calmness and curiosity.

After watching for a while, he found it uninteresting, floated back to the crib, and the window closed again.

Below the window, on the carriage, Ace Snake shivered, a bone-chilling cold emanating from him. In this stormy weather, the feeling was even more unsettling.

What kind of offspring of an evil god was that?

The offspring of evil gods he had experienced or heard of before were often born with a strong tendency for destruction, wielding terrifying power.

Their birth was meant for destruction and chaos.

But the offspring of the evil god he had just seen seemed harmless, and even its parents, who had close contact with it, were unharmed.

Its displayed wisdom and restraint made it seem less like a newly born offspring of an evil god and more like an avatar of the evil god!

(End of the chapter)