Who hid My Corpse!

"Cough, cough, cough, cough..."

Ulu was jolted awake by his own violent coughing. After waking up, he stared blankly at the ceiling, tasting the blood in his nostrils, and for a moment, he was somewhat confused.

It took the voice that was both familiar and unfamiliar, sounding in his mind like a death knell, for the realization to hit him, "Ha, to have killed your own guide and still sleep so soundly, it seems you have more talent than I gave you credit for."

That faint mocking voice instantly reminded Ulu of everything that had happened over the last two days. He sprang up from the bed and then looked down at his priest robe covered in bloodstains, breaking into a cold sweat.

Bai Wei clicked his tongue, "Looks like I overestimated you."

"No, no, no, Lord Visas," Ulu tugged at his collar, "I just have... a bit of trouble breathing, that's all, cough, cough, cough... It's an old problem, nothing to do with my mental state. I'm perfectly calm. I've wanted to kill that old man for a long time now."

"Ha, you don't need to explain to me." After saying this, Bai Wei fell silent again.

This left Ulu feeling uneasy. If before last night his fear of Visas's power stemmed only from ancient legends, having witnessed it firsthand changed everything.

That being that existed beyond the "Rule".

Moreover, that snap of the fingers had come from him.

Ulu lowered his head, looking at his left hand, and when he recalled last night's power, a strange... fervor surged within him.

That was my power.

As long as Lord Visas is within me, it's my power.

With this thought in mind, Ulu was even more hesitant to anger Bai Wei, not wanting to disappoint him or to let this power slip away from him.

It seemed he needed to think of a way to further ingratiate himself with Lord Visas. Ulu thought to himself.

Speaking of which, why is there still blood on my fingers? Ah, and on my clothes too. Seems like I should have cleaned up last night before sleeping. Now the blood has coagulated and stained the whole bed.

...I hope Lord Visas doesn't have OCD.

Ulu couldn't help but mumble to himself.

Then he heard Bai Wei say indifferently, "I'm sorry, but I do have OCD, so after you shit, you're not allowed to wipe your ass with your left hand."

Ulu shuddered with fright, "Yes, Lord Visas."

He hadn't expected even that to be overheard.

Ulu didn't know what thoughts Bai Wei could hear and what he couldn't, but Ulu dared not to test it – he could only get up to start cleaning.

But he quickly remembered that he had something even more important to do – the letter from last night, the one written by Lu Ji to Bishop Corey, needed to be delivered quickly.

He took the letter out of his pocket, checked the envelope for any blood, and after finding none, he stowed it back with relief.

All of this, naturally, was seen by Bai Wei.

If only this fool had been a bit more cautious and checked inside the envelope, he would have noticed the blood on the paper. Yet he chose to be lazy precisely when it mattered most, allowing Bai Wei's plan to succeed. Of course, even if he did find the blood, it would be no matter – the letter was just an extra precaution.

Maybe because the letter in his pocket felt too "hot" to handle, Ulu couldn't settle down and attend to cleaning his room. He simply changed out of the blood-stained priest robe and left immediately.

He planned to take the letter to the post office straight away.

But just as he stepped out the door, he was blocked by an unexpected person.

It was that little boy.

"Ulu, Priest Ulu," the boy's eyes brimming with bloodshot veins, "Priest Lu Ji asked me to come find him last night, didn't he? I've been waiting here all night, but I didn't see him."

He had almost forgotten about that.

Looking at the boy in front of him, Ulu felt a wave of annoyance.

"Still holding on to Lu Ji? That old bastard has already been slaughtered by me!"

Ulu really wanted to tell the little boy directly, but he restrained himself, instead shaking off his hand violently, "Get lost..."

Ulu originally thought the little boy would cling to him as before, but this time he did not. The boy, shaken off, just stood there dumbly, his eyes filled with despair.

And it was at this moment that Bai Wei's voice echoed in Ulu's mind, "Give him the food."

Ulu was startled, "What did you say?"

"Am I not clear enough speaking in your head?" Bai Wei said, "Need me to repeat? Give him the food, enough for a family."

Although confused, Ulu dared not defy Bai Wei. He instructed the little boy to wait there, immediately went back to fetch the food, and then stuffed it into the little boy's hands.

Afterward, with the little boy's puzzled gaze upon him, Ulu said as Bai Wei had instructed, "Come back here at this time tomorrow, and don't say it was from me. Now scram."

The little boy looked incredulous. He pursed his lips, seeming to want to say something, but Ulu had already walked away quickly.

Later, Ulu asked Bai Wei cautiously, "Do you also like that child? If you do, I can bring the kid to my room tonight, and it won't have to be so much."

Hearing Ulu's words, Bai Wei's tone was full of mockery, "Heh, is that all you can see with your eyes?"

"I… don't understand what you mean."

"That bit of food is just a bit of money if you keep it," Bai Wei said indifferently. "If you give it to him, then you can have... his life."

... a bit of food in exchange for a life?

Ulu found Bai Wei's perspective somewhat ambiguous, yet he dared not contradict. After all, it was just a little something; given away it was gone. If Bai Wei preferred doing it that way, then let him do it.

Best to get the most important thing done first.

Ulu quickly made his way to the post office.

And at that time, Bai Wei suddenly asked, "What's the date today?"

"The date?" Ulu thought for a moment, "Rhein Calendar, March 7th, Lord Visas, is there a problem?"

Bai Wei didn't respond.

Ulu felt it strange, wondering why Bai Wei would suddenly ask about the date.

But he didn't dwell on it, assuming Bai Wei had just been asleep for too long and had lost track of the days.

So he entered the post office with the letter.

He had expected the post office to be nearly empty at this time since the famine had hit hard and the post office couldn't afford many workers. However, to his surprise, upon entering, he found several knights, clad in armor, standing inside.

This was...

Ulu's pupils slightly narrowed.

The Rhein Inspection Team.

Had they been sent down to survey the disaster?

Ulu immediately felt uneasy, wanting to retreat, but several pairs of eyes had already landed on him. Leaving now would appear too suspicious.

Thus, Ulu feigned calm and approached the postal worker, taking out the letter and saying calmly, "I am Priest Wu Lu. Please send this letter to Bishop Corey in Sean City."

Before he could finish, a male voice sounded behind him, "Oh? A letter for Bishop Corey? Just hand it over to me."

Ulu's whole body stiffened. He slowly turned around to see a burly man in armor grinning at him, revealing a set of big yellow teeth.

"Long time no see, Ulu."