CHAPTER 373: CHAPTER 259: CONNECTED PAST_4

But as a Witcher who had roamed the continent for many years, Geralt knew all too well that evil cults were not to be trifled with...

Moreover, this task is too uncertain. What if I find nothing at all?

"Of course, if you’re worried, you can join the exploration team I’m putting together, but the reward will only be two Gold Coins, though I will provide logistical support."

"No, I’ll take on this task. Give me the information," Geralt said without much hesitation, for he was indeed out of money.

As a powerful Transcendent, he was nonetheless constrained by finances. This predicament was connected to Witchers’ habits. Their training focused entirely on monsters; they were bred for that sole purpose. The special rituals that granted them tremendous physical strength also resulted in the fragmentation of their souls.

However, it seems there aren’t many normal people in Hamlet either...

Just as Geralt and Lance reached a collaborative agreement, the Combat Nun left the inn, planning to seek assistance from the Church in town.

Due to certain circumstances, she had become a Combat Nun and embarked on the path of spreading the Holy Flame. Along this path, much like mercenaries, she accepted tasks or offerings from believers and treated the wounded. These were various means to secure financial support.

But not much money was left over, for spreading the glory of the Holy Flame was no simple feat—it definitely required a substantial sum.

And with her relentless pursuit, there had been no opportunity to stop, so her already limited funds had nearly run out.

Now, her only choice was to seek help from the Church. The town was sizable; surely it had a church. The only question is, which faction does it adhere to?

The location of a church was almost uniform everywhere—right in the center—which also reflected the Church’s immense influence.

Initially, the Combat Nun had a fairly good impression of such a small town. That was until she noticed the strange looks people gave her. Then, she saw laborers toiling over graves and desecrated tombs.

"You are desecrating sacred ground!" the Combat Nun’s angry roar erupted as she charged forward.

The sudden appearance of someone, coupled with that roar, did indeed take those workers by surprise, leaving them momentarily stunned.

The Combat Nun approached quickly, her modest nun’s habit and the Holy Canon in hand, instantly reminding them of something as terror filled their faces.

The Church!

It’s someone from the Church!

They’re back!

Centuries of oppression had instilled a deep-seated fear, and some workers, panicked, dropped their tools.

"We’re just relocating the graves to another cemetery in the town."

"Yes, we’re merely transferring them."

"We’re not desecrating anything."

A worker tried to explain, and the others quickly joined in.

The workers offered their standard responses upon regaining their composure, but the Combat Nun was not convinced.

"Who allowed you to desecrate the Church’s cemetery?"

"This isn’t the Church’s cemetery."

"The church is right here, and you still try to deceive me!" the Combat Nun’s anger surged. Church buildings were all quite similar; the church itself would be right next to the cemetery. How could they claim otherwise?

The Combat Nun was also displeased with the priest of the local church. How could he allow people to desecrate the cemetery? He must be punished!

However, a mere sentence from a worker left her bewildered.

"That’s not a church, though..."

"What? You’re saying this isn’t a church?"

"Our town doesn’t have a church. If you don’t believe me, go and see for yourself."

Upon hearing this, the Combat Nun couldn’t help but show a puzzled look as her gaze inevitably settled on the building ahead.

That’s right. I couldn’t possibly mistake the appearance of a church. But if this truly is a church, how could these people wantonly desecrate graves?

Doubt filled the Combat Nun’s mind, and she could no longer concern herself with those workers, hastening toward the building in front.

She began to sense that this small town might not be as simple as it seemed.

After the Combat Nun departed, one person among the workers whispered,

"Continue working, unless you want to take your family to labor in the wilderness."

Upon hearing this, the workers quickly composed themselves. Disregarding the nun, they picked up their tools again and resumed their work.