But this cannot be entirely blamed on Pascal. After all, his parents' death was not caused by him.

Ignorance villagers also have their responsibilities.

For the villagers, Pascal's parents are definitely good people.

They granted the villagers the ability to farm and do business, build bridges and roads, and drive the entire town to break away from primitive society, connect with the outside world, and enter civilization.

According to religious beliefs, Pascal's parents were like Adam and Eve.

It’s a pity… “Why did you tell me this?

"I looked at the bartender in fun, and said.

The story he told me is quite interesting, while it is bizarre and reasonable. But one thing is that I can't understand, for no reason, why did he tell me this?

"Because..." Hearing my question, the bartender's face changed slightly, and he immediately took a step back.

While his eyes dodged, he glanced at Pascal who had been lowering his head without a trace: "Because I seem to know that guy..." "If I guess correctly, he is Pascal, right?"

It turned out that he recognized it.

I smiled softly, nodded slightly, and admitted his guess.

"It's him!"

Hearing this, a trace of sweat oozed from the bartender's smooth forehead, "I advise you to stay away from this monster! Otherwise you will not have a good ending."

The prejudice in people's hearts is a mountain.

The resistance to transforming people made them kill Persca's parents, but this was not enough. After many years, their prejudice against Persca still existed.

"Um."

I nodded to the bartender lightly, then took the team members away from the bar and walked towards the church in the center of the town.

On the road, Persca kept lowering his head, walking step by step, like a walking corpse.

"Gululu..." His stomach kept calling out because of hunger, but his expression was as numb as a sculpture.

I asked someone to buy him water and bread, but he didn't answer. He just raised his unsightly eyes and looked at me quietly. After a while, he opened his dry and cracked mouth and said something I couldn't understand.

The linguist translated for me in time: "What he said was...sister."

"elder sister?"

I smiled, "Tell him that his sister is still alive, and we will be able to take her to find his sister right away."

When I was in the bar, the conversation between me and the bartender was in English, and it was normal for Persca to not understand.

The linguist nodded and then translated my words to Persca.

After hearing this, Perska's eyes lit up, his numb and stiff expression became excited. After shouting a few words, he fell to the ground and kowtowed to us.

"He said that only we can take him to find his sister, and he is willing to do anything for us."

Linguists' expressions are a bit complicated.

"Let him eat something first."

I said plainly.

The treatment of mine slaves is very bad, they are not covered in clothes and cannot fill their stomachs. Even ordinary adults cannot last long in that bad underground environment.

Not to mention Persca.

Based on his age, when he was a child, he was abducted by human traffickers to the mine. It is a miracle that he can survive until now.

And, from the time we brought him out, until now.

He still hasn't gotten into it.

Although our mission has been carried out so far, the help that Perska can give us has become, I still want to keep him because he, like me, has a special nature in transforming people.

Generally, transforming people are the products of scientific experiments.

But Persca and I are different from ordinary transformers. My superpowers are brought to me by curses, while Persca is inherited from the previous generation.

Inferred by year.

Persca's grandmother, the white woman we were looking for at the beginning of the mission, may be the first transformer in their family.

The transformed people produced in that era were definitely not the product of scientific experiments.

In this way, Grandma Persca's experience is a bit intriguing... This is also the reason why I persevered in searching for his grandma's ruins, because my intuition told me that I would definitely be able to find clues related to the curse on me from the ruins.

We continued to set off until Persca finished eating voraciously.

Fortunately, this town is not big, and it is only less than one kilometer from the bar to the center of the town.

When we arrived at the town center square, it took less than half an hour.

It has to be said that the architectural style of the central square of this town is full of European style, especially the towering bell tower in the center, and a cross stands at the top of the bell tower.

And the church is just below the bell tower.

The church door is open, and on it is a statue of Jesus, which is built in a magnificent manner. On the murals on all sides, there are Adam and Eve, and the Virgin Mary.

On both sides, there are two rows of mahogany wooden seats distributed.

Going further forward, there is a high platform.

Just on the wooden chair on the front of the left, there was a missionary dressed in black.

"Amen."

Hearing our footsteps, the missionary slowly stood up, turned around and closed the Bible in his hand, touched the cross on his chest with one hand, and prayed softly.

Looking at his big bearded look and bathed in the holy light, I roughly guessed his identity: Father.

I was about to speak, but I saw the priest's pupils shrink suddenly, he took two steps back in a hurry, and almost fell to the ground.

"God! This damn demon, he is back!"

Whether it was because of anger or fear, the priest pointed at Persca with one hand, and his words became less straightforward.

After saying that, the priest turned around and wanted to run away.

But the few team members behind me have blocked all his retreats first.

“God will forgive us!”

Seeing that he could not escape, the priest raised his arms and hugged the Bible tightly, and simply closed his eyes.

Can you escape what is about to happen by closing your eyes?

I smiled slightly, and I couldn't escape, but this priest saved me more time from knowing Pascal.

Just as I was about to ask the priest where Pascal's sister was, suddenly, Pascal, who was standing in front of the two of us, roared violently.

"ah!"

He saw his eyes round and rushed to the priest regardless of everything, pushed the priest down, turned over and rode on the priest's abdomen, grabbed the priest's neck with both hands, and pinched it tightly.
Chapter completed!