Who hid My Corpse!

Chapter 86: Two, of course not.

“It’s about time.”

On the outskirts of Somo City, a special squad was waiting by the roadside. Their unique half-human, half-mechanical bodies drew the attention of many passersby, but they did not care. These metallic bodies had long become a part of them.

This was the Lyra Sect’s delegation to Rhein—of course, that was just their cover identity. Their real identity was part of the massive Lyra Knights, belonging to the “Skeleton” brigade responsible for guarding the city.

Chamos looked at the mechanical watch embedded in his palm and then raised his head to the man sitting beside the carriage, gazing into the distance, “Captain Kude, can we go now?”

Kude did not ask Chamos what time it was, nor did he look at his own watch. He simply stared at the distant sun and slowly said, “Just a little longer.”

Chamos immediately appeared somewhat impatient, “Are we really going to wait until then? We have been waiting since last night, soaked in a night’s rain, and we even shut down the emergency communication…”

“Because we have already done all this, we cannot mess up at the last moment,” Kude turned his head and looked deeply at Chamos, “Be patient, Chamos, don’t forget where we come from. ‘As precise as machinery,’ remember our motto?”

Seeing Kude started to preach again, Chamos somewhat helplessly spread his hands, “Alright, alright, I’ll listen to you. I am indeed a bit impatient. After all, I was on the night watch, soaked all night. I feel like the axles in my wrists are about to rust. I really don’t want to stay in this damn place even a minute longer. I simply can’t imagine being without…”

“You’re just complaining about rusty axles.” Kude interrupted Chamos, calmly saying, “What about him?”

Chamos suddenly fell silent, knowing who Kude was referring to—the once legendary Lyra Knight.

“Do you think this time will be successful?” Chamos couldn’t help but speak again after a short silence, “It should be successful, right?”

“I see no reason for failure,” Kude said. “His opponent is one of the four Archbishops of Rhein. Although his abilities are impressive, the gap is still too large. We also preemptively shut down the emergency communications, preventing him from calling us for help, and we must abide by the iron rule of providing assistance…”

“But he has never used that rule,” Chamos said. “Not once.”

Kude was silent for a moment and then slowly nodded, “Yes, never.”

They could not remember how many times they had tried to send the legendary knight to his doom.

They had left him in the Polluted Land to face high-purity Pollution Beasts alone, and when they reached the assembly point, they found he had already been there, holding a Pollution Beast’s head in his hand. They had also thrown him into the Bone Forest, said to be absolutely impossible for anyone to walk out of because of its complex terrain and countless indescribable ghosts, yet he still managed to arrive on time, his old metallic body covered with dark blood.

He was like an old dog that knew the way, no matter where they disposed of him, he always found his way back home, proudly carrying a bone to favor his master.

It seemed as though they could never shake him off.

But Kude knew it was not forever, because he was not invincible.

As he faced more and more formidable difficulties and enemies, he was no longer able to handle them as effortlessly as before.

Sometimes he would be late, sometimes he would arrive covered in wounds, seemingly having narrowly escaped death. Everyone knew that one day he would not be able to continue.

Like today.

They had eradicated all possibilities of his survival, and to avert any nearly impossible mishap, they even refused to let him bring his personal weapon—the Chainsaw Sword, now several versions outdated. At that moment, the sword lay beside the carriage, the sinking evening sun casting twilight on its rust-covered blade, resembling a silent gravestone.

Kude stared at the sword, falling into a long silence.

Noticing the change in Kude’s demeanor, Chamos, puzzled, asked, “You seem a bit disappointed? Isn’t it good that he won’t be coming back? We can finally end this meaningless task.”

Facing Chamos’s confusion, Kude slowly replied, “I just feel it shouldn’t be.”

“Shouldn’t be?”

“He was once a hero of Lyra, supported by the Lyra Sect,” Kude said indifferently. “Later, he became a criminal of Lyra, and as such, it should be Lyra’s responsibility to judge him, not for Rhein to break him apart and use his body as a form of payment. It’s an insult, both to him and to Lyra.”

Chamos scratched his head. “I didn’t think that much about it. I just felt that after what he had done, he deserved to die long ago. It doesn’t matter where he dies, but it’s best he dies in the Polluted Land. That would be befitting of his life, both his honors and his sins.”

Kude looked at Chamos in surprise, seemingly not expecting to hear such a philosophical statement from him.

At that moment, Chamos’s watch beeped, and he opened his palm and pointed to it, saying, “It’s time now.”

“I know,” Kude felt a void in his heart, but he still nodded and sighed gently. “Let’s go, bring back his sword as closure…”

Before he could finish speaking, they suddenly heard footsteps coming from the end of the road.

The footsteps were heavy, and from the sound alone, one could tell that the person approaching was of significant stature.

Their expressions drastically changed, and they immediately turned their heads to see a very familiar figure appearing in their sight once again.

He was covered in blood, but his steps and breathing were unaltered.

Thus, he approached the group of Lyra Knights with a strong scent of blood, walked over to the Chainsaw Sword, slung it on his back, and then nodded at Kude, as if to tell him that he had arrived.

All of this made the Lyra Knights feel somewhat delusional, as if they were back to when they had first sent him on his way.

But at that time, the fellow was only facing a host of Pollution Beasts—difficult, but still understandable.

But last night… what did you face!?

A terrifying suspicion surged into everyone’s hearts, which even made Chamos, who rarely spoke to him, unable to hold back, “What’s with the blood on you?”

“I came across an unattended corpse on my way back,” Gerard glanced at his own body and replied indifferently, “So, I helped bury it by the roadside.”

An unattended corpse?!

Helped bury it by the roadside?!

Chamos didn’t know what expression to use in response. He was like a gear stuck in his neck, jerkily turning his head towards Kude.

Kude’s face was also full of disbelief. “Gerard, where is Bishop Corey?”

“He’s dead.” Gerard replied calmly, then added, “Can we set off now? The campsite you’ve chosen has issues; another night of rain and it will be flooded. Let’s set off early to find a safer campsite… follow me.”

As usual, after returning, he never explained what he had encountered, nor did he ask any questions, always walking at the front of the group once the personnel were ready.

So, he just started walking.

Usually, at this time, the others would also follow, without needing much conversation.

But, clearly, this time was different, as everyone present still hadn’t mentally recovered from the shock.

After Gerard had walked about ten meters and realized no one was following, he stopped, turned around, and asked, “What’s wrong?”

Chamos swallowed the saliva stuck in his throat and asked with difficulty, “Did you kill the Archbishop of Rhein?”

“What kind of question is that?” Gerard frowned intently, wanting to respond, but noticing that the blood on his hands had thickened, he wiped the blood from his hands while answering, “Of course not.”