September 8, Hog's Head Pub.
It was evening, and it was the time when the bar was bustling with people, but there was a difference from the past... the bard Raphael did not tell stories here today, so the atmosphere in the bar was not as good as it was a few days ago Especially hot.
The wooden door was pushed open, and a middle-aged man in black stepped in. He was dressed in a brown linen robe, but there was a pair of sharp triangular eyes on his wrinkled face. When he looked at others, he looked like a poisonous snake with an undisguised coldness. .
This middle-aged man looks about forty years old. Although he has passed the peak of his body, his mental state is more than twice as strong as that of people who are holding a glass to get drunk—Hook sitting at the bar was swept away by this guy After taking a look, I suddenly felt an invisible pressure, and felt a little uncomfortable all over.
The other party didn't seem interested in drinking, but just walked up to the second floor, as if looking for someone
"Great guy..."
Hook, who thinks he has extraordinary eyesight, commented in this way.
But he naturally didn't understand that the middle-aged man who was walking to a certain room on the second floor... was far from being "powerful".
He raised his hand and knocked on the door panel according to a certain rhythm, and someone in the room opened the wooden door, and then welcomed the middle-aged man in respectfully—
"Lord Gallup."
"My lord bishop."
A voice of honor resounded in the house, and it was the followers of the "Viper Cross" dressed up by the five adventurers who spoke.
The unruly expressions of these guys in the past have all been restrained at this time, and the two-meter-tall man knelt down on one knee to take the robe Gallup took off, and put it away carefully, like the most humble Waiting for the next order like a servant.
Gallup, known as the bishop, had a natural demeanor, stepped forward and sat on the chief seat, and after scanning these subordinates with his triangular eyes, he said calmly, "Sit down."
"Yesterday, you sent me a message that there are nobles from Hollier City who are willing to cooperate with us.
His voice was a bit hoarse and not loud, but the position of the superior was obvious—the bishop of "Mad Viper's Cross" was far more powerful and cruel than a dean like Benjamin.
"Someone contacted the downline we released, but they didn't disclose their identity, they just left a letter revealing such a wish, judging from the conditions they promised, the other party should be a big noble in the city, with a lot of influence .”
"Heh, after finding some clues, are you thinking of using Viper Cross?"
Gallup squinted his eyes, took the letter from Willy, Francis' subordinate, just scanned it casually, then curled his lips, a dark purple light pattern suddenly emerged from his fingertips, twisting the whole parchment into pieces , said in a low voice: "These nobles don't do anything except fight in the nest. The next time you encounter this bunch of self-righteous shit... ignore them."
His eyes swept across the subordinates in front of him, and his tone was mixed with enthusiasm and coldness, "For this operation, the sect has sent all the forces that have been lurking here for ten years, you must remember, what we have to do , it’s much more than just clearing up these heretics—so I don’t allow any side effects… understand?”
"Yes, my lord bishop"
The five adventurers responded in unison—Gallup nodded in satisfaction, and continued: "Continue to expose the flaws that should be exposed, so that the guys from the Rose Cross think they have all our information, so that the operation can go smoothly. On the twentieth Rubens would go to the town square when it was time, so we…”
Gallup explained the next arrangement, and these subordinates did not dare to neglect to listen carefully. In their eyes, the cold-eyed bishop in front of them is absolutely not to be trifled with, because he has a nickname within the sect called "Snake Tooth"—meaning that his character is as sinister as a snake, and he is even more bloody when he does things. Show no mercy.
In such a denomination, promotion is not based on donations and prayers, but on "foreign strikes"
For the nobles, for the civilians, and for the "Rose Cross", as long as it can make a profit and attract more believers, the "Viper Cross" is willing to be a terrorist organization. To put it bluntly, it is a terrorist organization. Internally stable, the "Snake Cross" has adopted a "high-pressure policy" - ruthless externally, and even more ruthless internally
Gallup is a leader in such an organization. So far he has only stumbled on "small tasks", but he has never missed a "big task", so he is now in the limelight in the sect, and if he can successfully complete the next task, he will be able to Successfully breaking into the core leadership of "Viper Cross"... That means more resources, higher status and almost limitless future.
The forty-two-year-old Gallup is in full swing, with a deep city and a fierce personality. If he has enough opportunities, he will definitely be a hero—this is a point that everyone in the sect agrees with, and Gallup Pu's boss, Jakkad, had good expectations for him, and even sent a "capable man" to assist him in this operation.
And this "right hand man" is the beauty who came to the Pig's Head Bar some time ago... Priest Akasha.
But if you turn your gaze to her at this time, you will find a very interesting fact—compared with the hale and hearty Gallup, this beautiful woman who stayed in a hidden hotel a few kilometers away is a completely different picture at this time scene.
The fireplace in the room was not lit, and there was a cold atmosphere everywhere. The furniture in the cheap hotel was simple, a single candle was lit on the table, and amidst the flickering light and shadow, Akasha wearing a tulle pajamas was sitting on a chair, suffering something with a painful expression on her face.
If people who don't know the situation see this scene, they will probably think that this hot priest is an exhibitionist with a "special hobby" - if it is a hot summer, no one will gossip about her in private, but at this time The temperature is already high enough for people to put on thermal gowns, and she is almost equivalent to a naked dress, which is not normal no matter how you look at it.
The room was quiet, except for the occasional sound of Akasha's unsteady breathing.
Although the figure of this beautiful pastor is bloody, but when you get close, you can see her frowning brows, biting lips and slightly trembling fingers...
This scene lasted for about ten minutes. Akasha, whose eye circles were slightly red, took a deep breath, raised her hand to wipe the sweat off her forehead, and straightened her body slightly...
The originally sexy tulle pajamas had been soaked by the blood from her back at some point, and the pain from the rubbing of the clothes made the corners of Akasha's mouth twitch, but she seemed to have gotten used to it, and she didn't express much, just Silently and quickly dealt with the wound.
Raising her hand to take off her pajamas, after her body was completely exposed to the air, Akasha chanted a prayer in a low voice, the light flickered, and the "intermediate recovery technique" caused the wound on her back to heal instantly, Just because of going through this process every day, the healing effect of the "magic spell" on her has begun to attenuate, and the scars left behind have not completely disappeared—on the back that was originally smooth and delicate, there are already many scars. The bright red marks looked like they had been whipped by a whip.
This is one of the punishments of the "Viper's Cross" to the insiders of the sect: the punishment of whipping.
The effect of "Whiplash" comes from the "Curse of Darkness" skill of the Elder Garkad. Once cast, she will suffer this punishment every day for a period of time. The power of the curse ignores the defense of shields, so the tortured must accept the punishment caused by this shadow energy forcefully to be regarded as "atonement" - after the failure of the previous mission, Akasha should have suffered a harsher punishment, but Jaka Elder De took good care of her, but gave her the penalty of "whipping", and at the same time let her participate in Gallup's mission, and "made meritorious deeds"
If it succeeds, it will go one step further. If it fails, what awaits her is a more terrifying punishment. In this regard, Akasha has no room for resistance.
Oppression, enslavement, use... The "Viper Cross" rule over believers is so bloody and naked, a guy like Gallup can thrive in such a struggle, and a gentle woman like Akasha, Weary and frightened only by the painful punishment and the oppressive rule within the sect.
Those who can't bear it will be eliminated, and there is no other way to end but death... This is the consensus of all priests in the "Viper Cross" sect—most blind believers only see the glamorous surface of the sect, and only gradually "stand out" Only those who become "bone in" will gradually realize this essence.
But those who realize the essence like Akasha and have some "regret" emotions, most of them have no way to turn back, and can only grit their teeth and continue walking under the control of those black hands...
The pain in the body gradually disappeared, but the pain in the heart could not be eliminated. Akasha stood up, threw the blood-stained pajamas aside, a few complex emotions flashed across her pale face, she silently put on Yu Jing's underwear and robe, her chestnut curly hair was gathered behind her head, her frail body Some trembling, but still propped up and sat in front of the desk.
She took a few deep breaths, then took out a letter that had already been written, and stared at the handwriting that she personally wrote a few days ago.
"Really... is this the only way left?"
When Roddy walked into the Pig's Head Bar with a haggard look, he passed by Gallup who was just walking out the door.
If it was in the past, he would definitely be curious about this staggering guy with a high level—but at this time, he was in such a bad mood that he didn't even have the interest to raise his head. He threw back a swig of low rum—and then coughed for five minutes.
"I cough cough cough cough cough cough cough..."
The dumbfounded Hook looked at Roddy well, then quickly poured a glass of water and handed it over, and patted the young man on the back across the bar.
"Cough cough cough cough—Hook...cough cough cough, I'm really sorry, I'm really not in the mood to tell stories today, I—cough cough cough..."
"I can see, why, lost love?"
Hook saw that he was almost fine, so he sat back and drank a glass of ale by himself, threw the rag to the side, and said casually with a look of "someone who came here", "I should have told you that women are liars...I and you Say, when I was young..."
Luo Di had just regained his strength, and was drinking from a clear water cup. Hearing what he said, he was choked again, shook his head helplessly, and said intermittently: "It's not...cough cough—it's not that kind of thing cough cough cough cough