Exorcist's Self-Cultivation-Chapter 654 - 651. Matthews Troubles

Chapter 654: 651. Matthew’s Troubles Chapter 654: 651. Matthew’s Troubles Inside Switzerland’s Dusk Bell Church.

The time was late at night.

But there were few who could sleep soundly; members of the Dusk Bell Church had been on edge these past two days.

Everyone knew that the Dusk Bell had once again fallen into a crisis of curses.

At night, gusts of chilly wind swept through.

The temperature also inexplicably plummeted.

No cause could be found whatsoever.

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Even stranger, some people’s rooms often had mysterious graffiti appear, as if it were the prank of a bratty child without a brain.

Matthew tossed and turned, struggling to fall asleep.

He sat on a chair, looking up at a bizarrely shaped hat drawn on the ceiling with green paint, and a flicker of anger passed through his murky eyes set in their deep sockets.

“fuck!”

It wasn’t Matthew who swore, but “fuck” was the word written on that hat…

“I swear, if I find out who did this, I’ll kill them.”

As the strongest known hunter of this era,

Matthew had enough confidence.

But with no clue as to who was casting the curse, even Matthew’s strength was of no avail.

At that moment.

The door to the room was knocked on.

Tiquel entered, his face pale as a sheet.

“Your Excellency, something terrible has happened…”

Upon hearing this,

Matthew frowned and looked at Tiquel with a very somber voice, “Is there anything worse than the current situation of Dusk Bell?”

In a panic, Tiquel said, “It’s even worse. An unknown creepy incident occurred at the Voodoo Cult in West Gana, and their entire headquarters has fallen.”

“According to people outside, it seems the Voodoo Cult has touched the power of the Demon God, and now it has become a forbidden zone, with nobody able to come out alive.”

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“Those hunters from the Voodoo Cult are presumed to have all perished.”

As he spoke, Tiquel’s complexion turned even uglier, “The situation outside is very complicated right now, many organizations are gathering forces to head there. They want to explore the secrets of the Voodoo Cult, and of course, as you know, those people just want the resources left behind by the Voodoo Cult.”

Matthew said coldly, “The Voodoo Cult, I’ve never liked their way of doing things, nothing more than a bunch of rats living in the sewers, they all should die off completely.”

In fact.

Matthew greatly disliked the Voodoo Cult.

Because more than a decade ago, the last time Matthew disappeared only to reemerge with a different identity, the Voodoo Cult saw it as an opportunity and had a friction with Dusk Bell.

Afterward.

Matthew also paid a visit to the Voodoo Cult, he fought Marcus and those hunters for nearly a month, and only when the Vanity Sect intervened did he stop from escalating the situation further.

But since then, the Voodoo Cult also suffered a heavy blow, with half of their hunters dead, and their sphere of influence forever avoiding Switzerland.

Tiquel, seeing his boss’s attitude,

Hesitated for a moment before adding, “But it seems like the Vanity Sect might be intending to step in.”

Matthew looked up, strands of white hair peeking out from under his hood.

His entire aura began to change oddly.

Combined with the strange graffiti in the room.

He really seemed somewhat like a madman.

Laughing oddly, Matthew said, “Tiquel, you’re mistaken. It’s not that the Vanity Sect might get involved, they definitely will. The Voodoo Cult has something they’ve always wanted, but because of the existence of ‘that flower’, they never dared to go in.”

“Now that they show intent, it indicates that the situation with the Voodoo Cult is very delicate, delicate enough that they think they can make a move.”

Tiquel couldn’t help but ask curiously, “Do you mean the flower has disappeared?”

Matthew shook his head, “Not necessarily, but what can be certain is that those lunatics from the Vanity Sect will definitely go there, the only question is when.”

Tiquel pressed on, “Should we send someone there?”

Matthew fell silent.

He spoke with a complex tone, “I do indeed want to go there because I too want to know why the Vanity Sect is so eager to obtain that stele.”

“However, the situation with Dusk Bell is complex now, and I have more important things to do. Let the church know about this information and let them deal with the headache.”

Tiquel nodded and said respectfully, “As you wish.”

Having said that.

He was about to turn and leave, but then he paused and added, “By the way, sir, there’s one more thing. It’s about Dusk Bell. Our account received a strange transfer today, and we can’t find the source of the remittance.”

Matthew squinted his eyes, “A transfer?”

Tiquel said gravely, “Yes, the amount isn’t much, just a few thousand dollars, but I can’t find out who did it.”

Matthew tapped on the desk.

Thump, thump, thump…

Matthew couldn’t help but mutter to himself, “It’s unlikely that someone inside would care about a few thousand dollars, perhaps it was done by people from other forces, but what kind of forces would set their sights on Dusk Bell?”

Tiquel reminded him at his side, “Sir, could it be related to the curse? You mentioned a long time ago that the curse was cast by a certain power. Perhaps this is also one of their methods.”

With a smack…

Matthew slapped the desk angrily, “Tiquel, how come I never realized you were so foolish? If they can cast a curse on us, would they steal a few thousand dollars from us?”

“What kind of power would be so trivial?”

“Do you think the strong in this world would care about money? And just a few thousand dollars at that?”

Although what Matthew said was true.

They had never considered the possibility that Ryan was the one behind it.

Tiquel was immediately deflated by Matthew’s few words.

“I’m sorry, sir, I’ve thought too much, What you said is absolutely right, it definitely couldn’t have been some other force.”

No sooner had he finished speaking.

Matthew burst out laughing, “What I mean is that this might be a provocation from them. They are declaring war, you understand? War.”

“It’s not about the money, the key point is their attitude towards Dusk Bell.”

“Alas, go now, I have a headache and want to be alone.”

It was clear.

Matthew, too, was headache-stricken by these messy affairs, and Tiquel, perceptive of his mood, immediately withdrew.

Left alone.

Matthew felt more and more that something was not quite right.

“Things are somewhat beyond my control. Aside from Tiquel, not a single person in the whole of Dusk Bell is truly with me. If I were to suddenly disappear, I fear Dusk Bell would immediately fall into chaos.”

The whole of Dusk Bell was sustained only by the power and ideals of Matthew.

Otherwise.

Considering the complex factions within Dusk Bell, the Conservatives, the Radical faction, along with undercover agents from various forces, and characters like Ryan, it would be a miracle to keep playing the game.

Matthew also knew where the problem lay.

He stood up and walked towards the dark room. When he reached the wall, he paused again.

“I can hold out for a while longer, and if it really comes to it, I can activate the church’s undercover plan. Unless it’s absolutely necessary, I cannot fuse with my Evil Spirit.”

Inside the dark room.

The middle-aged man chained to the cross opened his eyes, which were filled with a cold darkness.

Opposite him was the Demon God’s Pen—Mapa.