“What did she look like?” Ryan Clark straightened his expression.

Logan Smith thought for a moment:

“A lady, very elegant, you could tell she was from a big city at a glance. I can’t really describe her appearance—should I draw her for you?”

“Can you draw?” Leah Carter, already familiar with Logan Smith’s character, asked warily.

Logan Smith burst out laughing:

“Nope.”

“Then let’s go find the parish priest first.” Ryan Clark ended the topic.

There were no streetlights at night in Cordu Village, but it wasn’t pitch black. The twinkling stars overhead cast a tranquil, faint glow, and the yellowish light from some windows along the road added to the scene. The four of them walked steadily onward.

Before long, they arrived at the “Eternal Blazing Sun” church beside the village square.

In the dark night, the grandest building in the village seemed to blend into the shadows, appearing somewhat hazy.

“We’ve been here. No one’s inside.” The always-cold Walter Reed frowned and spoke.

Logan Smith smiled, “Just because there’s no one at the main entrance doesn’t mean there’s no one elsewhere.”

As he spoke, he led Ryan Clark and the others around the front of the church, heading toward the area near the graveyard.

There was a deep brown wooden door here.

Before Ryan Clark could knock, Logan Smith reached out and fiddled with the lock for a moment.

With a creak, he opened the side door.

“This isn’t very polite, is it?” Ryan Clark frowned.

Leah Carter nodded with a jingle:

“We’re here to visit the parish priest, not to go against him.”

“All right.” Logan Smith was always open to good advice.

He pulled the wooden door closed and knocked gently.

“Hey, is anyone there? If you don’t answer, I’m coming in.” He kept his voice low, as if talking to himself in the night.

The church was silent.

A moment later, Logan Smith pushed the door open again and pointed inside:

“Let’s go in.”

Ryan Clark wanted to refuse, but after staring into the deep darkness behind the door for a few seconds and exchanging a glance with his companions, he relented.

“Okay.” He stepped forward, slow but resolute.

Leah Carter and Walter Reed followed closely behind.

At this moment, neither Leah Carter’s boots nor the four silver bells tied to her veil made a sound.

In the dim, gloomy environment, the four of them moved forward.

Suddenly, Ryan Clark stopped and whispered, “Did you hear something?”

“Yeah.” Logan Smith agreed wholeheartedly.

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly shoved open another door with a bang.

It seemed to be the church’s confessional. Dim starlight streamed in, illuminating a simple low bed and a burly, naked man.

The man was pressing down on a pale, naked woman.

For a moment, everyone was stunned—including the man and the woman beneath him.

A few seconds later, the man turned his head and roared at Ryan Clark and the others, “You sons of bitches, you’ve ruined the holy church’s operation!”

As his angry shout echoed, Logan Smith, who had already slipped behind Ryan Clark and the others, waved his hand and said with a rapid, laughing voice, “Looks like we’ve found the parish priest. My cabbages, see you tomorrow!”

Halfway through his words, he was already turning to run for the side door, his last words drifting away on the wind, growing fainter and fainter.

At that moment, the same sentence flashed through the minds of Leah Carter, Ryan Clark, and Walter Reed.

The words of that middle-aged man named Peter Evans:

“That kid is the biggest prankster in the village. You must stay far away from him…”

……

Beneath the starlight pouring from above, Logan Smith began to whistle.

Hands in his pockets, he strolled leisurely along the country road.

“So the parish priest really is having an affair with Mrs. Phillips.

“These outsiders clearly have some status. The parish priest definitely wouldn’t dare do anything to them. He’ll have to pay a hefty price to stop the news of his affair in the church from spreading, right?

“Hmph, serves him right for always having designs on Audrey Miller. I’ve been waiting for this chance for a long time…”

Muttering to himself, Logan Smith returned to his home on the edge of the village.

It was a two-story, semi-sunken house. The first floor, which doubled as a living room and kitchen, had an oven and a large stove.

“Audrey Miller! Audrey Miller!” Logan Smith called out as he climbed the stairs.

No one answered.

There were three rooms and a washroom on the second floor, all with their doors open.

Logan Smith glanced into each in turn, but didn’t see his sister.

He thought for a moment, then went to the end of the hallway and climbed up to the roof using the ladder there.

The orange-red roof was shrouded in the night. In the center sat a figure, hugging her knees and quietly gazing at the stars.

She was an exceptionally beautiful woman, with long, thick golden hair, light blue eyes, and striking features.

At this moment, she was staring intently at the sky, at the twinkling specks of brilliance, her expression tranquil, like a statue.

Logan Smith said nothing, but moved to sit beside her.

He tilted his head slightly, gazing at the distant mountains and forests, listening to the wind rustling through the trees.