This Holy Knight is So Despicable!
Chapter 196 - 187 This Cult is Super Legit!

Chapter 196: Chapter 187 This Cult is Super Legit!

After leaving the Dream Realm, Lette did not divulge too much about Utopia to Alice.

Alice is still young and has much room for growth.

And Utopia is an extraordinarily dangerous Holy Artifact, a ferocious artifact born of Lette’s extreme emotions at that time.

Only when Alice has grown to a certain level of strength can she embark on the journey to tame it.

For now, she needs training.

But it must be admitted that Utopia will provide a qualitative leap in Alice’s power.

When everyone woke up, they realized that Unica had been waiting in the room for a long time.

It wasn’t the first time she saw the four of them napping together, so she wasn’t surprised.

After Lette got up and stretched, he looked at the troubled Unica and couldn’t help but ask.

"So, did you find out anything?"

Unica shook her head in frustration: "Father refused to tell me and even told me to stay away from that fishing village. As for my grandfather’s matters, he wouldn’t mention them at all.

But he said he never regretted leaving there back then."

Upon hearing this, Lette patted Unica’s shoulder: "Some things can’t be measured in simple terms of right and wrong.

Your grandfather chose to stay for the greater good, your father chose to leave for himself.

That’s all."

"Hmm... but he did say something. For instance, those two knives!"

Lette perked up: "Really? What did he say?"

"That scimitar was indeed the captain’s weapon among those pirates. It didn’t become rusty over time; it was like that from the start.

Father said it’s called the Rusted Bolaken, crafted by a dwarf smith using rivets from three hundred abandoned and decayed ships.

It inherently has a strong corrosive nature, eroding anything it cuts.

It’s said to be a weapon cursed by the boat spirit.

It represents betrayal and decay."

Lette took out the seized scimitar: "Boat spirit?"

Unica thought for a moment and replied: "It’s said that when ships sail on the ocean for a long time, they develop spiritual intelligence.

Those who cherish their ships will hold a retirement ceremony when the ships can no longer sail, to thank them for their hard work and companionship, and to place them properly.

But some might choose to sell the ship or dismantle the useful parts, abandoning the rest.

Those boat spirits then become resentful spirits, cursing the sailors who betrayed them.

But this is nothing more than a sailor’s horror story passed down by word of mouth.

The purpose is likely to warn everyone to cherish their ships and be grateful.

But who would have thought..."

Lette swung the scimitar in his hand: "But... why can this thing summon the Ghost Ship?"

"Oh! That came later.

This blade not only harms people but is overwhelmingly powerful against ships. Just a casual slash would rapidly corrode and collapse a ship.

The ancestors of the Hegro Fishing Village, the pirates, used the power of this blade to rampage through the seas, committing all sorts of evil.

After their deaths, their souls were captured and sealed by the sea, unable to find peace.

So this weapon became even more powerful."

Lette flicked the blade lightly with his fingers: "Interesting, it’s a decent tool. What about the Fish Bone Knife?"

Unica’s expression changed: "That knife is a ritual knife used in the village for sacrifices."

"As expected..."

"Lord Wright, I think I know the identity of that murderer."

Lette looked at her: "Is it one of your relatives?"

"...Yes, it’s my uncle. I only found out today that I had an uncle.

My father wanted to take him with him when he left, but he chose to stay with my grandfather.

My father always thought he died with my grandfather in the village.

Until I mentioned that bone knife to him...

Father said, when he was little, grandfather told him that if someone tried to escape the village, they’d face severe punishment.

If they repeatedly committed the offense, the village chief would use the bone knife to kill them and offer them as a sacrifice to the sea."

Lette pondered for a moment: "So the ones he hunts are the descendants of those who escaped back then. But those who left the village at the end aren’t considered fugitives as the village chief let them go.

But why are they all young women?"

Unica was stunned and eventually shook her head: "I don’t know."

"You’ve worked hard. I’ll find the remaining answers from The Liar Demon. And also, my condolences."

Unica hesitated to speak, seeing Lette smile.

"Are you torn about whether to report the truth to the police and make it public?"

Unica lowered her head, her expression gloomy: "I didn’t expect the end result to be like this.

But I’m not doing it for my reputation or future.

I’m thinking if the entire story is made public, the fishermen who escaped from Hegro might not only be in immense pain but could also be resentful, ultimately being driven away.

But if nothing is said, what’s the point of the truth? Isn’t hiding the truth... lying?"

Lette looked approvingly at Unica: "Your ability to reflect on this shows your growth."

Unica looked to Lette for guidance: "But I really don’t know what to do."

"Then let me share an ancient saying from my homeland with you."

Lette kept his gaze fixed on her, his expression earnest: "Of all virtues, filial piety is most important; evaluate the heart, not just deeds. In poor families, few can afford filial acts; Of all evils, lust is the worst; examine deeds, not just intentions. In this world, few are perfect."

"Ah... I don’t understand."

"To put it in words you can understand, for good deeds, focus on the person’s intentions and motives.

Some people might not be much help, but they truly have the intent.

For bad deeds, focus more on their actions and behavior.

Most people have bad thoughts, but as long as they’re not acted upon, there’s no need for harsh judgment.

As the Chief of Harbor City, you actually know what to do.

You’re really struggling with whether to follow your grandfather’s or your father’s path. In other words, whether to bear the truth or shatter the lie.

Either choice is valid, just don’t be like your uncle."

Unica slowly nodded: "I think I understand a bit. Thank you, Lord Wright. I’ll head back to the police station to write the closing report, to give the people of Harbor City... an explanation."

After sending Unica off, Lette stood up and walked to the courtyard.

By now, Chief Wendager must have completed the inaugural speech, becoming the new City Lord of Harbor City.

And the Flesh God Sect has successfully become the officially designated religion of Harbor City.

The story of the True Flesh God scattering the mist of darkness and saving Harbor City must have spread among the people.

Lette spread his hands, and the Divine Body of the God of Flesh manifested behind him, its aura significantly more powerful than when it had just ascended.

"In the vast Kedrus, with tens of thousands of people, and with the return of the former citizens, it should be enough to nourish the God of Flesh.

It’s time to create a Divine Artifact belonging to the Flesh God Sect."

With that, Lette brought out the corroded pirate scimitar.

The growing flesh emerged from his palm, rapidly spreading, and in an instant completely devoured the scimitar.

Decay is a powerful force. The decay of all things, even holding some temporal authority.

However, the growing flesh can dominate this authority of decay.

Because it inherently has the authority of devouring and assimilation, although this part wasn’t a significant focus for Lette.

Currently, the two major characteristics of the growing flesh are the cultivated aspect of reality, and its originally most pronounced trait, immortality.

But its destructiveness actually comes from its ability to devour everything it encounters and assimilate it as part of itself.

At first glance, it might seem unrelated to decay, but that’s not the case.

Because between "devouring" and "assimilation," there’s often an overlooked hidden authority of "digestion."

After consuming, it must digest and absorb it to convert it into part of itself.

And digestion and decay are similar abilities. Their relationship is somewhat akin to rectangles and squares.

Now, Lette is using this aspect to refine this decayed Blade of Grudge into the Divine Cult Ritual Artifact of the Flesh God Sect!

Under the smelting of the Divine Body of the God of Flesh, the scimitar continuously twisted and transformed, finally settling into shape.

It had lost its original appearance, transforming into the shape of an everyday dinner knife.

Except its handle was of ghastly white bone, and the guard was flesh with teeth biting the blade.

"So be it, I’ll call you the Flesh Dinner Knife."

He held the dinner knife and slashed outward, a stream of blood water traced along the blade. As it hit the ground, white smoke rose, corroding a substantial area.

"It seems the digestive power of the God of Flesh believers will rise a notch."

Lette infused the knife with divine power.

Immediately, a huge virtual palace emerged, with a long dining table at its center, and on either side sat eternally hungry resentful spirits.

"The original ship became a banquet hall, the Netherworld Pirates turned into ravenous flesh devourers.

This move shall be called the Banquet of the God of Flesh.

The only pity is that the grudges of the boat spirits can no longer be collected.

But transforming from Desire Power to Power of Faith, from an unstable Blessing Artifact to a Sacrificial Artifact.

It’s an upgrade, however you put it."

Lette twirled the knife, put the Flesh Dinner Knife away, and the surrounding palace shadow dissipated.

"With a surge in the number of believers, a Divine Officer, Divine Curse, and now a Divine Cult Ritual Artifact, this Flesh Cult is becoming more complete and robust.

Next, it’s time to build a church, erect a statue, and continue to expand and grow.

Unexpectedly, it’s becoming more and more official."

"Are you sure you don’t need us to come along?"

Lilith poked her head out of her room: "Are you sure?"

Lette replied seriously: "Of course! I’m worried you’d get hurt!"

"Hehe~"

"Why are you laughing?"

"I probably know why you don’t want us to go."