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Chapter 179 Filled with Gratitude
Chapter 179 Filled with Gratitude
After a two-month voyage, Kendrick finally arrived in the Principality of the Holy Envoy.
The summer ocean is always turbulent, just like Kendrick's restless heart.
The restlessness within him grew stronger and stronger, to the point that it constantly tormented his soul.
From a very young age, Kendrick knew he was a psychopath. He didn't crave killing, and he hated killing, but...
He experiences intense and extreme pleasure in the process of brutally killing others.
This was a desire that Kendrick could not control, no matter what.
On the way to the Principality of the Holy Envoy, Kendrick's inner desires were constantly stirring.
He repeatedly tried to drag a certain sailor on the ship into a corner and "kill" him, asking him how he felt about it in the process.
Kendrick craves interaction, which enhances his participation and immersion, allowing him to experience the art he creates more deeply.
Despite the overwhelming urge, Kendrick ultimately did not commit a crime out of impulse.
Because Kendrick had promised Mr. Mosley that he would act as the supervisor of his desires.
Mr. Mosley has now prepared a delicious dessert for him, and he is on his way to the table. For the sake of that moment of ultimate enjoyment, he must not break his vow before reaching the table.
So along the way, Kendrick tried his best to suppress himself. Although the process was very painful for him, he only tore his body to pieces, but he was not enslaved by his desires.
His mission is now mostly complete, and he has arrived in the Principality of the Holy Envoy.
The longship anchored at Porto Fauci in the Principality of Saint Angels, a port located north of the Canal des Santos.
Kendrick's destination, the Holy City, is south of the Son of God Canal.
Unfortunately, the ship's destination was already Fushi Port, and they were going to return to the Kingdom of Giants, so Kendrick had no choice but to land there.
This might not be a bad thing for Kendrick. Being in a confined space for a long time, he couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't break his vows.
Kendrick's next task was to consider how to get to the Holy City.
Following the usual procedure, he would first need to reach the north bank of the Canal of the Son, then take a ferry across the canal, and finally arrive at the Holy City along the main road.
However, the expenses involved were considerable; travel costs alone were a significant expense, and he had heard that it involved crossing the Holy Son Canal.
Furthermore, it requires a high ferry fee.
Although Kendrick had been working in the underworld for many years, he had accumulated very little wealth. In the end, he was just a ghostwriter who sometimes went hungry and sometimes full.
Arriving in the Holy Envoy Duchy alone had nearly depleted all his savings, and if he wanted to go to the Holy City, he was running out of money.
Therefore, he had to suspend his journey to earn some travel expenses.
Actually, he could have borrowed some money from Mr. Mosley before leaving, and he had heard that the Block Alliance's assassination missions all charged a commission.
As the one carrying out the mission, it shouldn't be unreasonable for him to ask for some funding, right?
But Kendrick ultimately didn't speak; the words were on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn't utter them.
This is his old problem; he is ashamed to ask people for money and dares not bargain with them, which has caused him to suffer a lot of losses.
Although Mr. Mosley also gave him some money, it was for him to buy a black and white parrot, and he was not allowed to spend it without permission.
Fortunately, Kendrick's profession was writing, and the common language of the Holy Envoy Duchy differed from the royal language by only a few words. Therefore, he should be able to raise the travel expenses quickly through his own means.
Therefore, although it is only the second day since Kendrick arrived in the Principality of the Holy Envoy, he has already started setting up a stall to make money.
Kendrick sat on the street, watching the passersby.
The people of the Principality of Saints are not much different from the people of the Kingdom in terms of stature, complexion, and appearance.
However, the differences in clothing are very obvious.
Kendrick had stayed in many cities of the kingdom, and he knew that in every city there were bound to be people dressed in strange clothes.
On the streets of the Principality of the Holy Envoy, you can't find a single person like Kendrick.
The clothes worn by each person, while not exactly luxurious, were at least neat and tidy.
The men wore short-sleeved shirts in black or gray, or long coats in light colors.
Women would invariably wear long skirts, either gray or white, that extend past the knees, and would cover their heads with hoods.
However, Kendrick wasn't very interested in the region's clothing, because in his current view, things like clothing were simply too insignificant.
Ever since Kendrick studied a book he had obtained from Mr. Mosley, he has been unable to see ordinary sights.
Now, whenever an animal capable of bleeding appears in Kendrick's field of vision, Kendrick can see himself harming it.
Those people will develop wounds that weren't there before, and Kendrick can see the extent to which different wounds might affect the target.
Kendrick already had a thirst for killing, and those scenes undoubtedly further fueled Chris's desire to kill.
Kendrick couldn't understand why Mr. Mosley had given him that book, which had turned him into the person he was now.
Mr. Mosley had promised to manage his desires, yet he gave him this perspective, which was like putting a whole honey steak in front of a dieter.
However, Kendrick did not believe that Mr. Mosley was trying to harm him.
The gentleman was indeed responsive to his every request and would always listen patiently and quietly to all his demands.
Moreover, the books did indeed give him a lot of power. In just a few months, his strength had increased significantly compared to before he came to the library.
Mr. Mosley must have his reasons, Kendrick thought, but I just couldn't guess.
However, although Mr. Mosley was a good man, Kendrick's attitude towards him was complicated.
Kendrick had always been a lonely man, and Mr. Mosley's willingness to listen to him so patiently was a great comfort to his soul.
However, from the moment Kendrick saw Mr. Mosley, he wanted to kill him.
He could foresee that this would be a wonderful experience.
Killing is Kendrick's only pleasure, but he also desperately wants to share his pleasure with others, especially since he has victims.
Just thinking about killing his opponent while having a pleasant conversation with him almost brought Kendrick to orgasm.
He had thought he would never meet someone like that, but his hope was rekindled the moment he saw Mr. Mosley.
He knew that Mr. Mosley was the one he had been searching for.
What surprised him even more was that Mr. Mosley actually agreed.
Of course, Mr. Mosley made a condition: he wanted to be buried with his library. Kendrick thought the condition was very reasonable and agreed.
But for some reason, Kendrick's desire to destroy the library and kill Mr. Mosley gradually faded away and has now almost completely disappeared.
Looking back now, Kendrick also feels that his change in attitude was a bit abrupt.
Kendrick therefore wondered if he was trying to rely on Mr. Mosley to cure his psychological problems.
It has unknowingly become so strong that it can suppress the urge to kill?
He couldn't make a decision right away, but perhaps this time away from the library was a good opportunity to re-examine his own heart.
The streets of the Holy Envoy Principality were far quieter than those of the Great Kingdom.
Fushi Port is considered a large port in the northern part of the Duchy, but it is far more deserted than the small towns of the Kingdom.
The pedestrians on the street were all silent, and no one spoke unless absolutely necessary.
Even at the shops and stalls, there were no shouts or advertisements, and even bargaining was rare.
The atmosphere was somewhat oppressive, which would make most Kingdom citizens uncomfortable, but for Kendrick, it made him feel at ease.
Kendrick is not good at talking or debating, so he is somewhat afraid of socializing. Being able to complete a deal without saying a word makes him feel more relaxed.
However, business came slower than he had expected.
Compared to the kingdom, the Duchy of the Holy Envoy has much stricter restrictions on trade.
The doctrine holds that any business of making money from money is blasphemy against God, therefore merchants are not considered a respectable profession in the Principality of the Holy Ones.
Those who lend money at exorbitant interest rates can even be sentenced to be burned at the stake.
But the more important reason is that the literacy rate of the duchy is higher than that of the kingdom.
Almost every household in the principality had a copy of the Holy Scripture, and the people rarely missed the weekly public Mass. This resulted in most people knowing some words, so the opportunity to find a professional scribe to write documents was naturally very rare. However, all Kendrick could do was wait patiently.
Kendrick found a corner near the square and sat down on the ground.
In front of him, there was a long wooden box that he always carried with him, with a white quill pen on top, to indicate that he accepted ghostwriting jobs.
There were many people in the square, but no one came to inquire about his business.
If we're talking about the place where people gather the most, it's definitely the notice board opposite Kendrick.
Before ships from the Far East found the continent of Ancent, the Principality of the Holy Envoy was undoubtedly the place with the most vibrant academic atmosphere in the known world at that time.
This place is dotted with seminaries, mystical academies, cosmic academies, magic academies, and paladin academies.
Universities, in order to increase their influence and improve their rankings, need to prove their strength.
For schools, the most direct way to demonstrate their strength is by looking at the quantity and quality of the papers they produce.
The bulletin board is generally a place where schools display their research results to scholars and the general public in the principality.
However, if research encounters bottlenecks, a request for help can be posted on the bulletin board.
Kendrick couldn't help but wonder if he would have been able to complete his studies at the Herald Academy if he hadn't committed his first killing more than twenty years ago.
If that were the case, perhaps I would write one or two papers and display them on bulletin boards around the world for people to read.
Such a life might not be bad, but the price of giving up the pleasure of killing made him hesitate.
Time flies, and the sun is already setting.
The already deserted streets became even more eerie.
Even the notice board across the street, which was surrounded by a crowd, was now deserted.
Suddenly, Kendrick saw a woman in a white robe walking toward the notice board.
The robe had a gold silk trim at the hem, which then extended down her arm and converged between her shoulder and ankle bones.
Kendrick judged from the style of the robe that the woman must be a nun.
She stood under the notice board, reading the text pasted on it by the faint glow of the sunset.
Kendrick judged that this was a diligent nun, as she was still reading the latest papers under the notice board at this hour.
But soon, Kendrick realized he had underestimated the nun; she wasn't there to read, but to paste and post.
It is currently impossible to determine whether the nun posted a thesis or an invitation for help, but either way, it proves that the nun's knowledge must be exceptional.
Kendrick's experience at the Heraldry Academy taught her that even for women from noble families, acquiring knowledge was extremely difficult, let alone for those of noble birth.
The matter is extremely difficult.
Discrimination, prejudice, and physical disadvantages all try to hinder progress.
The situation may differ in the Principality of the Holy See, but Kendrick had never heard of a woman holding a clergy position in the Papacy.
Kendrick couldn't help but sincerely pray that the nun would be able to realize her dream.
Just then, several church members dressed as inspectors approached quickly.
When the nun realized what was happening and tried to leave, she was already surrounded by those people.
The nun asked in a low, panicked voice:
"Who are you? What do you want?"
The leading man countered, "Excuse me, are you Sister Margaret Reeves?"
"Yes."
"Then that's right, Sister Margaret, I am an Inquisitor of Heresy."
"We are all members of the church, please don't make things difficult for me."
"Oh! That's true, we all serve the Lord, but—"
As he spoke, Kendrick saw the inspector reach for the notice board and peel off the paper the nun had just pasted.
"Sister Margaret, could this be your masterpiece, 'Speculations and Arguments on the Birth of the Universe'?"
"Yes, yes, but so what?"
As soon as Margaret finished speaking, the examiner's face instantly turned serious:
"So what? Sister Margaret Reeves, you are suspected of heresy. I will arrest you on behalf of the Vatican and give you a fair trial in the name of the Lord."
"Heretical? Why? I am a devout believer, and besides, I am a nun."
"I have been investigating you for a long time, and besides, this article in my hand is proof of that."
"This paper? But this is a paper I researched and wrote based on the theories and principles of the Primordial Church! When did the Primordial Church become heresy?"
The inspector's smile was as cold as ice: "Perhaps not in the past, but it is now—take action, seize her!"
"No! This is kidnapping and framing! I am not a heretic! Your actions violate the will of God! You...uh..."
The men beside the examiner stepped forward and easily restrained the nun, gagging her.
Then, they took the woman away in front of Kendrick.
Before leaving, the inspector spotted Kendrick and made eye contact with him.
Kendrick immediately lowered his head, not daring to meet her gaze.
By the time he looked up, the group had already gone far away.
Kendrick felt sorry for the nun; he knew the consequences of being recognized as a heretic by the Principality of the Holy See.
Despite his deep sympathy, Kendrick dared not offer his help.
He was afraid, just as he had been more than twenty years ago when he was too afraid to save his friend.
Besides, he didn't want to kill anyone; he wanted to cure his psychological problems with Mr. Mosley's help.
Kendrick wants change.
At this point, Kendrick suddenly realized that if he made the same choice as he did more than twenty years ago, what difference would that be from being unambitious?
Kendrick's eyes suddenly sharpened, as if he had made up his mind. Outside Fushi Port City, the moon and stars were few.
Kendrick arrived before the city gates closed, and he believed he was safe for the time being.
Sister Margaret knelt before Kendrick, tears streaming down her face:
"Kind sir, thank you for your help. I can't even imagine what fate awaits me if I were taken into the interrogation room. Sir, please feel free to ask for anything, and I will definitely repay you."
Kendrick waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no, no need! No need, I didn't help you out of a sense of obligation."
"Sir, please give me a chance. I will be extremely grateful and fulfill your request!"
Kendrick was taken aback: "Full of gratitude?"
"Yes!"
"Any request is acceptable?"
"Of course, you saved my life and spared me from the torment of evil intentions!"
Upon hearing this, Kendrick's eyes narrowed, his cheeks flushed, and his breathing became rapid.
He felt his heart pounding wildly, and the burning blood made his fingertips feel hot.
"Then, could you let me—"
Kendrick felt his crotch was dirty.
"I'll kill you—"