The night was thick as ink that refused to dissolve, tightly wrapping around Yorikof Town.
The streets were empty. Only the wind's wails as it passed through broken window frames and piles of garbage, along with faint, indistinct sounds that occasionally came from the distant darkness, broke the silence.
After Lingren bluntly pointed out that the Archbishop was a fake, Yu Xing and Qu Xuanqing also raised their brows. There was no light source deep in the alley; only the faint light from the distant street corner outlined their blurry silhouettes.
"Your acting is over the top, and full of holes." Yu Xing's voice rang out in the silence, calm and emotionless, yet edged with coldness. It instantly cut through the stagnant air.
The "Archbishop" who had just passionately directed every clue in the church basement archive toward the Silent Hills west of town really wasn't very good at acting.
Qu Xuanqing folded her arms and leaned against the damp, cold wall, her presence so subdued she seemed not to exist.
She gave a slight nod and summed it up succinctly. "The Archbishop can't leave the church. No matter how many things happened in town over the years, he never left the church even once. And today's meeting with us wasn't urgent, so I don't trust his story at all."
"Besides, the Archbishop already knew there was a mole in the Harvest Church. Think about that person's reaction just now. I'm afraid he doesn't know how much information the Archbishop has in his head, which is why he acted so furious in front of us."
Those flaws had easily pried open the facade.
The real Red Robe Archbishop bore the responsibility of keeping the sealed objects inside the church under control. He would never leave his post over a contact