A day north of vimpal college is a small place called Gumu town.

Even so, this village looks much better than the wild dog village. Whether it is the low stone wall, the stone road at the foot, or the cooking smoke floating over the villages and towns, everything looks so vibrant, peaceful and harmonious.

While looking at the surrounding environment, Lauren, holding the old horse, passed through the gate of the village - pushing wheelbarrows or hawkers with bags on their backs, farmers in short shirts and straw hats... The bustling crowd was mixed with the sound of chickens flying and dogs jumping, but Lauren felt a special comfort.

This is the breath of life. In contrast, vimpal college, which is quiet to silent, is more like a huge prison, making it difficult for people to breathe. It even reminds Loren of the days when he wandered with old knight Leonardo.

But now he is no longer the original himself. The blood stained smock has been replaced by a hooded wizard robe. However, under the robe, he is not a light regular dress, but a nailed leather armor. There is also a knight\'s sword hanging on the side of the saddle, so it looks no different from the original.

Although the town looks quite exquisite, it is not as spacious as expected. Just as he was approaching the middle of the village, Loren found his destination, led the old horse towards the church gate, took off his hood in the confused eyes of the priest outside the door, and showed a kind smile.

"Excuse me, is father Anthony there?"

"Damn it, why did your broken college think of sending someone now?!"

In the exquisite small living room, father Anthony, dressed in golden red priest clothes and hanging a holy cross necklace around his neck, shouted. Looking at Lauren, his eyes looked like looking at a bug: "it\'s almost a week. Are you going to wait until we\'re all eaten by ghouls to take care of our affairs?"

"Sorry." Lauren\'s face was still a formulaic smile: "we just got the news, so..."

"Sorry? Apart from sorry, you wizards will only shirk their responsibility!" father Anthony shouted, still spitting and splashing, and the gold-plated necklace around his neck shook back and forth: "it\'s all your fault. These ghouls are all recruited by your broken college!"

"Now those damn monsters have killed six people, and one is a priest of the Holy Cross Church. This blasphemous monster should never appear here! If you can\'t solve it, I\'ll report it to the bishop and let the Duke tear down your broken college!"

"You don\'t have to worry like that." Loren wiped the spittle star off his face and smiled and looked straight into each other\'s eyes. "Since the college sent me, I will solve this problem. It\'s unnecessary to report such a small problem to the archbishop or even disturb the Duke."

"So, can we start the investigation now?"

"Crazy, arrogant!" father Anthony, who snorted coldly, retreated half a step, turned around and waved impatiently: "Draco, take this damn madman out and don\'t let him appear in such a holy place!"

"Yes, father Anthony." the priest who had just brought Loren in bowed respectfully, opened the door, winked at Loren next to him, and the two left the priest\'s small living room together.

"I\'m so sorry." almost as soon as I went out, the priest named Draco immediately apologized to Loren: "I hope you don\'t mind too much. Father Anthony usually doesn\'t look like this, but this time the matter is too difficult, and he has nothing to do."

"It\'s nothing." Loren smiled carelessly - he had never known that these church people could not give a good face to a wizard apprentice, so it was expected.

"But then again, are you really an apprentice at vimpal college?" Reverend Draco frowned, but quickly explained, "please don\'t get me wrong. I just don\'t remember hearing your name."

"Nothing. I\'ve just become an apprentice. It\'s normal for you to doubt it soon." he waved his hand and Loren returned to the subject: "where are the dead?"

"... in the morgue of the church, it will be buried after purification." the priest sighed, "please follow me, or the guards of the church won\'t let you in."

"Thank you so much."

Following priest Draco, after the other party dismissed the two gatekeepers, the two entered the cold room together. In the narrow morgue, there were six coffins that had not been closed, all covered with a layer of white linen.

Loren went forward and opened one of them at will, and the dark pupil immediately contracted suddenly - there were only broken arms and legs smelling of corpse in the coffin, and the cross-section position had been completely rotten.

Obviously, I don\'t need to ask where the rest of the bodies go. Lauren looked up at the priest. "Are all the bodies like this?"

Priest Draco nodded with difficulty. His blue face was obviously restraining the urge to spit out: "some hands and feet, some... Other parts."

So when these bodies were found, they had been "enjoyed" by ghouls. It\'s no surprise that this rotten monster certainly won\'t waste any food sent to his mouth.

But here\'s the problem. Normal ghouls don\'t take the initiative to attack living creatures unless the other party takes the initiative to attack them. But how many fools will have nothing to provoke these monsters?

Of course, these are not the only questions - according to Loren\'s knowledge of ghouls, such monsters basically only appear in places with piles of rotten corpses, generally in mass graves in the wilderness, or in areas where plague and war have just erupted. In any case, densely populated villages and towns can not be the target of their attack.

So either this group of ghouls mutated, were affected and began to attack the living; Or someone deliberately attracts them here to kill the intended target.

But in either case, the evidence before us is too little, almost infinitely close to zero - it might be better if the bodies are still complete or there are some witnesses. But now all the clues have been completely eliminated by the ghouls.

"They didn\'t even find all the bodies. Didn\'t their family protest?"

"Of course... So we just tell them that these bodies have been defiled by the power of evil." priest Draco smiled bitterly and couldn\'t bear it. "Then we will cremate the bodies and bury them in the village cemetery behind the church - I know it\'s cruel, but it might be better not to let them know the truth."

Lauren nodded to show understanding. Then he covered the white linen back: "at least don\'t cremate the body now. Maybe there\'s some residual evidence that can help us find the ghouls."

"In addition, I need information about the identities of the six victims and when they were killed - the more clues, the easier it will be to find out."

"Well, I\'ll help you as much as I can." priest Draco nodded solemnly: "anyway, please find those ghouls as soon as possible and destroy them. Don\'t let more innocent villagers live in the shadow of these monsters."

"I\'ll do what I can," Lauren nodded and left the stinking morgue behind priest Draco, his dark eyes flashing back and forth, remembering what Dalton kand had said before he came.

"..... father Anthony of Gumu town is one of the Holy Cross priests who most resist and hate wizards, so he must not leave any academic handle on him to solve this matter as soon as possible.

In addition, I suspect that this incident was not an accident, but someone deliberately did it. Maybe it was to undermine the reputation of the college, maybe not. Anyway, find out the truth. "