The eyes of the Scholars and clergy burned with the flame of the desire for knowledge, a heat no less intense than the candles they held.
And as Lawrence placed the bone saw's serrated edge against the emaciated body of the Cos Orphan, surgical instruments more refined and sharper than the Hunter's weapon easily scratched the skin of this unresisting corpse.
A droplet of blood seeped from the gray-white skin, mixing with the nauseating mucus on the Cos Orphan's skin.
The blend of blood-red and gray-white, merged with the texture of the mucus, turned into a chaotic and repulsive color.
But the Yan Nan People do not care about the color... they care about blood!
Almost at the moment that droplet of blood seeped from under the Cos Orphan's skin.
"Gasp~" *N
The involuntary sounds of inhalation simultaneously arose within the Great Cathedral.
The clergy, scholars, and the few Hunters attending the ceremony...
