Exorcist’s Self-Cultivation

In the room, Du Wei listened as Alvin Dowqui revealed that he had once killed a hunter of the Dusk Bell Church, his heart was very calm.

But his face showed panic and shock.

Even his eyes carried a thick sense of bewilderment.

"Mr. Alvin, what do you mean? I don’t recall ever going to Massas City…”

His slightly flustered words, along with that expression, made it obvious to any discerning person that he was lying.

Alvin Dowqui just snorted coldly and said grimly, “You don’t need to pretend, in front of me you have no secrets, but I have been keeping this secret for you. Do you know why?”

Of course, Du Wei knew.

And his so-called disguise was intentional.

Someone who tries to hide their inner secrets, yet is easily seen through due to poor acting, often appears to be the weaker party in the eyes of most people.

Thus, his eyes flickered with struggle, sweat on his forehead, he tried to calm himself, and then spoke with difficulty, “Mr. Alvin, I… I don’t know how to answer you… I thought nobody would know about this.”

Alvin Dowqui’s eyelids drooped, seemingly exhausted: “Everyone has secrets, you don’t need to dwell on it. Besides, I don’t think there is anything wrong with you killing the Dusk Bell’s hunter.”

As he spoke, he sighed with a complex tone: “My grandfather was Andrew Dowqui, and I am very grateful that you found the cause of his death.”

Very awkward…

The human skin of Andrew Dowqui had been burned to ashes by Du Wei…

Of course, Alvin was not aware of this.

Du Wei also sighed, “I didn’t expect you to be a descendent of Mr. Andrew, I express my sincere gratitude for the help given to your grandfather.”

The words were heartfelt.

In fact, if it weren’t for seeing Andrew Dowqui’s diary on his first bus ride and learning the rule that not getting off the bus before 12 o’clock would result in death, he might have fallen victim already.

However, this did not mean that Du Wei felt any affinity towards Alvin Dowqui.

Because he knew, for hunters, especially those on the brink of Evil Spirit Transformation, there was no humanity to speak of.

Gratitude, reminiscence?

All emotions were unable to shake the coldness in spirit and psyche.

Meanwhile, Alvin Dowqui, while speaking, was also observing Du Wei’s performance.

He had once suspected Du Wei was connected to the Dusk Bell Church.

And still did so now.

All his words were just probing, nothing more.

After a while.

Alvin Dowqui coughed and said, “Let’s change the subject, young man, what is your opinion of the church?”

As he spoke, he was flipping through a book from time to time, his posture no different from an elderly person.

Du Wei timely showed a respectful look.

After thinking for a while, he said, “I don’t know much about the church, but in my view, the church is a sacred organization, and every exorcist who has died fighting Evil Spirits is very respectable.”

The words were eloquent.

Alvin Dowqui could only follow his lead, “The church is indeed a sacred organization, but it has weakened now. Since the split of the Dusk Bell and the growing problem with the hunters, the church is not what it used to be.”

With that, he gestured with his eyes towards the door: “No one will know about our conversation, of course, you must also keep it secret.”

Du Wei feigned surprise as he asked, “Mr. Alvin, hasn’t the church’s attitude towards hunters changed already?”

The other party sneered, “That’s just what you think.”

"Although the church has lost many exorcists, in the past there was basically someone who entered the Third Phase of Spirit Vision every now and then, about one hunter appearing every five or six years, but do you know why there are always only five hunters in the church?”

Du Wei shook his head, indicating confusion.

Alvin Dowqui scoffed, “Because they all joined Dusk Bell,”

"For hunters, the Dusk Bell Church is the best choice; there, the research on Evil Spirit Transformation is very profound.”

"Actually, I have a friend who is also in the Dusk Bell Church.”

As he said this, he suddenly stood up, stared at Du Wei, and asked, “If I asked you to join Dusk Bell, what would you choose to do?”

Du Wei shook his head and said, “It sounds very tempting, but if I may speak frankly, Mr. Alvin, I have no necessity to join Dusk Bell because I can’t explain it to my girlfriend.”

Alvin Dowqui sighed with regret, “Indeed, you are different from us; you joined the church mid-way, you have your own relationships.”

"Let’s make a deal then, Mr. Du Wei. I can tell you how to regain the hunter’s abilities, and in return, you need to pass on some messages for me after contacting people from Dusk Bell.”

Du Wei asked with uncertainty, “But I don’t know anyone from Dusk Bell, I’m actually completely ignorant about this organization, how should I make contact with them?”

Alvin Dowqui waved his hand, “When you become a hunter, the people from Dusk Bell will already be on their way to find you.”

Du Wei asked meaningfully, “Are there people from Dusk Bell inside the church?”

Alvin Dowqui answered, “Correct, but we also have not a few people in Dusk Bell; we just need more undercover operatives. I was hoping you could become one of the operatives, but now it seems I will respect your decision.”

Du Wei expressed his gratitude, “Then what message would you like me to convey?”

The other party smiled mysteriously, “Tell them that I’m about to die…”

Those words instantly made the atmosphere turn tense.

Alvin Dowqui stared intently at Du Wei, whose face changed dramatically as he said uneasily, “I can’t tell the people from Dusk Bell that; it will definitely cause big trouble.”

"No need to worry, I plan to meet with an old friend from Dusk Bell before I die, and incidentally take them with me to the grave. You wouldn’t refuse a dying old man’s last request, right?”

…

11 a.m.

Du Wei left Alvin Dowqui’s room.

Outside, Archbishop Skadi was covering his ears, waiting in a rather comical posture.

Seeing Du Wei come out, he hurriedly lowered his hands and coughed, saying, “Have you finished talking?”

Du Wei replied with a somewhat strange tone, “Yes.”

Everything that should be and shouldn’t be discussed, had been discussed.

And now, he also knew what to do to restore his hunter’s abilities.

Experience the pain of Evil Spirit Transformation once more, endure the erosion of will.

As for Alvin Dowqui’s request, Du Wei naturally agreed, only he didn’t think that the other party was really about to die.

Everyone lies, just as everyone has their own secrets.

Moreover, he sensed some kind of calculation in Alvin Dowqui’s words…

Although he didn’t know what the other party was scheming, it was like acting in a play, and Du Wei was willing to play a supporting role, for the time being.

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