PFC Chapter 480-Baptism
Chapter 480-Baptism
The original owner was born into the Chu family, a military noble family with a long history. The family has provided Templar Knights to the church for generations. As the second son, he was neglected since childhood. His father thought he was "weak and sentimental, and it would be difficult for him to achieve great things." His half-brother Chu Yuntian is the heir of the family. He seems to care about his younger brother, but in fact he only treats him as a chess piece.
His mother was his father's lover. She was sent to a monastery when Chu Ziyu was young and became a bargaining chip for the family to control him.
Chu Yuntian is a high-ranking member of the church's trial team, secretly involved in human experimentation projects. He took advantage of his brother's feelings for his mother and coerced Chu Ziyu into cooperating with the plan under the pretext of "protecting his mother's safety."
On the surface, he helped Chu Ziyu win the honorable position of the Holy Son's Guard Knight, but in reality, he was a spy planted beside the Holy Son. He met with Chu Ziyu in secret regularly and threatened him with his mother's life to report the Holy Son's movements.
He maintained a perfect knight image in front of the Son of God, but struggled painfully when he was alone. The original plot was that Lin Ci'an and the current leader of the Holy See, Mina, joined forces to find out that the Chu family and some members of the Holy See were secretly colluding, and then with thunderous means, the original owner also received a box lunch as a matter of course.
"Tsk, interesting identity."
The Holy Spring Hall was empty. Lin Ci'an knelt beside the spring and scooped up a pool of clear water to splash on his face. The cold touch made him slightly sober, but the dark power in his body was still stirring.
"I need to get to the bottom of this..." he muttered.
He closed his eyes and tried to mobilize his newfound abilities. Dark power surged through his veins, and a blurry image emerged before his eyes - the deep pain in Chu Ziyu's eyes when he turned around and drew his sword during the Divine Grace Ceremony.
That's not the look a betrayer should have.
The scene suddenly changed, and he saw Chu Ziyu kneeling alone in a dark room, punching the ground with his fist, blood oozing from his knuckles. A man who looked 70% similar to Chu Ziyu but older stood in the shadows, speaking in a cold voice:
"Don't forget that your mother is still in the convent. If this mission fails again, she will be executed for 'blasphemy'."
Lin Ci'an suddenly opened his eyes, sweating coldly. Was that the past or the future displayed by the ability to predict the future? Who was that man who looked like Chu Ziyu?
He had to investigate more.
After leaving the Holy Spring Temple, Lin Ci'an went to the ceremony site. He did not have a deep impression of this ceremony. After all, he had to participate in such a ceremony every three days.
In the baptistery, morning light shines through the high windows onto the white marble floor inlaid with mother-of-pearl. Lin Ci'an stands beside the holy water fountain, his fingers lightly tracing the water surface, creating ripples. Today he is going to baptize twelve newborns, which is supposed to be the most ordinary ceremony, but at this moment, his fingertips tremble slightly.
The dark power in his body had been restless since this morning, rampaging in his chest like a trapped beast. He had to concentrate all his attention to maintain his calm appearance.
"Sir, everything is ready."
That voice - Lin Ci'an knew who it was without turning around. Chu Ziyu stood three steps behind him, his armor gleaming coldly in the sun. Even with his eyes closed, Lin Ci'an could accurately picture his upright pine-like posture and his eyes that were always as sharp as an eagle.
“Thank you.” Lin Ci’an turned around, with a gentle smile that a Saint should have on his face. But the moment their eyes met, a scene suddenly flashed before his eyes—
Holy Cathedral, Divine Grace Ceremony. Chu Ziyu turned around, the sword pointed at his throat.
Dark power surged in his blood vessels, and Lin Ci'an's fingers clenched his holy robe. The foresight was clearer than any time before, and he could even see the tiny bloodshot in Chu Ziyu's eyes and the almost imperceptible Chu family emblem engraved on the blade.