In Rody's view, Sally's reaction was very strange—but what was strange was that he hadn't thought about what would be wrong with his punctuation.
The scene froze for a moment. Rody waited for a full three seconds, only to find that Sally just stared at him blankly without any response.
After a long sentence is cut off, the two sentences before and after may represent completely different meanings—and obviously, when Sally heard the phrase "I don't want to lose you", her mind went blank for a moment, so that The second half of the sentence "you this friend" and the like, directly missed the past...
This kind of feeling, to others, feels like Rody unknowingly issued a "good person card", but Sally unconsciously took it as a "confession".
Plop... Plop...
I could hear the sound of my heart beating faster, and Sally forgot all about the answer I had planned.
"I...I...I mean, that—"
It wasn't until a few seconds later that she opened her mouth to say something, but then she felt like a clumsy and ridiculous stutter. But when her eyes frantically looked around, she remembered that this was a church and she was a nun.
Such a fact suddenly froze her inexplicable excitement as if cold water had been poured on her.
The relationship between her and Rody was always separated by a layer of paper, and now Rody's words, in her opinion, basically "clarified" the relationship between the two... But this is exactly the case, "Nuns are not allowed to marry for life" At this moment, the rules suddenly came over like a mountain.
If she doesn't give up her identity as the "Rosie Cross" temple, then it is doomed that there will be no results between her and Rody—thinking of this, her originally radiant face suddenly dimmed, like a sun-dried flower I also lost energy, thought for a long time, and replied in a low voice: "I...I accept your apology, in fact, I..."
With a few words between you and me, the original "misunderstanding" quickly dissipated invisible, but the somewhat ambiguous atmosphere before it directly faded away, as if the slightly distanced communication between the two of them when they fled before was restored. .
Rody didn't feel much. The characteristic of "destined to be alone" made him not think about other aspects. He even felt very happy at this time, because Sally forgave himself. From now on, the Duke's daughter and Ann behind her Even the Duke of Gema may become a strong backer...
In a good mood, he looked around and pretended to confess something in a low voice, but he asked all the information about Sally, Francis and the celebration.
"Francis's hands will definitely do it..."
"I prepared two mercenaries in advance..."
"... Bishop Rubens also seems to have an idea, saying that there are many heretics trying to assassinate him along the way."
Although there are various kinds of information from the "Pig Head Bar", it is not as accurate as the information obtained after Sally specially sent someone to follow him. In just a few minutes, Rody obtained a lot of information about Francis and his men. Accurate data, only after asking, did Rody realize that Sally in front of him seemed to be in a depressed mood, and asked a little strangely, "Are you all right? Are you feeling unwell?"
Sally shook her head, smiled a bit reluctantly, and said: "I will stand on the stage the day after tomorrow, Francis should make a move at that time, and I only have this chance to show my cards with him."
"It will be a chaotic battle. You have to be careful. By the way, is there any news from the Duke's Mansion?"
Rody didn't directly talk about the antidote, so he just planned to ask around at this time.
"what news?"
Sally was a little puzzled. Seeing that she didn't know, Rody guessed that the old duke hadn't woken up yet, so he didn't ask any more, and shook his head, "It's okay, I just asked."
Up to now, the conversation has fallen into a brief silence. The two of them were thinking about their own concerns, but neither of them continued to open a new topic.
He had a bad feeling towards Sally before, and he only wanted to kill Francis and leave, but now that the knot in his heart is untied, he finds that his planning and arrangements have completely changed—thinking that today is already the eighteenth, he feels The time is a little tight.
However, because of the relatively sufficient preparations in advance, he quickly had a rough plan at this time, thinking about the itinerary of Suo Deluoer and others, he thought for a while and said softly: "Don't worry about the battle between sects, just protect yourself. If...you can get rid of him if you think about it—I mean, if you're really sure that you won't be soft-hearted...then just walk towards the west gate and keep walking along the road."
After hearing this, Sally neither nodded nor shook her head, but looked at the god statue in front of her in a daze. When Rody got up, she stood up with the mechanic, but her eyes were always lowered, and she said softly: "I …actually, I don’t want to.”
"kindness?"
"My brother's fight with me, the fight between sects, I don't want you to be involved... This could have nothing to do with you—"
"It didn't matter at first, but now it does." Rody breathed a sigh of relief, and finally relieved his depression for several days. He raised his hand and put the voodoo dice on the table, "Do you remember your dice?" Oath, I remember mine too, don't I?"
Sally looked at the unremarkable dice in her hand stupidly, but suddenly felt that it was heavy, her heart seemed to be filled with something all of a sudden, her nose was a little sore...
"Remember to protect yourself, don't take risks, don't get hurt."
After leaving these words, Luo Di drew a cross on his chest, bowed slightly like a believer, and then took a few steps back, turned and left—
And Sally quietly watched his back disappear in front of the monastery gate, slightly clenched the dice in her hand
That night, a dusty team appeared in the forest outside the city of Houlier.
There were a total of twenty-nine people in this team, but they did not find a village or a small town to live outside Houlier City, but hid in the wilderness without being discovered by anyone. Ordinary teams will definitely be noisy when they camp at night, but this team is eerily quiet. Everyone has a clear division of labor, orders and prohibitions, and the soldiers with long swords have sharp eyes. A bloody and sturdy—these are obviously elites who have survived many battles from the battlefield.
At about midnight, Rody's figure appeared near the camp, and he contacted the soldiers on duty by means of a pre-booked signal, and issued the next combat order to the scouts of Nolan Village who hadn't seen him for many days. arrange.
After everything was over, he left the camp and returned to Hollier City in the early hours of the morning, and his figure was quickly hidden in the undercurrent of surging crowds.
An ordinary day passed quickly. In the early morning of September 20th, when the sun rises, the grand "Square Speech" will begin slowly.
And at this time, the total number of people in the entire city who knew the name "Rody" did not exceed one hand.
In Bishop Benjamin's eyes, the name "Roddy" has already been forgotten—it's just an insignificant scout... Compared with the whole big event that will happen next, there is no need to pay any attention to such a role.
For Francis, "Rowdy" is just one of the odds and ends waiting to be "settled after the fall". Even though the other party destroyed his several plans, but thinking of his next "big" plan, he couldn't help but feel that Roddy was just an ant under the wheel in front of such a battle, not worth mentioning - in his eyes, Roddy might The streams and rivers can be blocked by luck and strength, but when a real tsunami comes over, this poor scout will definitely be shot to death directly, there is no other possibility at all.
An individual who is not extremely powerful is a scum in front of the group, which is a truth that everyone understands. Therefore, from the beginning when the various forces began to plan their schemes, "Rody" was not considered by these people at all.
But at such an early morning, the indifferent voice of the Duke of Angmar was resounding in the palace of the Duke of Luciferon.
"Hollier City will always be Luciferon's Holy City. During the time I ignored it... too many people have broken the rules, and now there are still people who want to make big noises under my nose —So at this time, I have called you here."
In front of the large and comfortable armchair, the thin-faced Duke of Angmar spoke calmly, but the unquestionable meaning in it was extremely obvious.
In front of him, two tower-like knights knelt on one knee, quietly waiting for orders—
"I don't have much to say, since they want to hold a 'feast,' then I will tell them... whoever decides here."
"Titus, Wellington, do you understand me?"
The sun was shining brightly, and civilians gradually gathered in the city square.
In the past, the city square with a length and width of more than 100 meters would be occupied by a large number of merchants from the morning. Under the environment dominated by the "natural economy", this is one of the few areas where "free trade" can be carried out. One, but obviously there will be no space for any merchants here today - because the guards in the city have imposed martial law on the square since the early morning.
The soldiers of the "Rose Cross" temple, the ground has been cleaned, and the rose petals specially transported from Kig Town have been placed in flower baskets, waiting to be scattered when the bishop's team walks through here.
There are two-story stone buildings on the east and west sides of the square, and the structure is strong enough for believers to watch the speech from the open-air corridors and balconies. On the south side of the square square, there are avenues leading to east, west and south. As time passed, more and more believers began to gather towards the square, just to compete to witness the high and powerful Lord Bishop of the "Rosary Cross" temple.
Sunny day, gentle breeze, the air at the end of September is a bit chilly, but these few days have been sunny, quietly brewing the last bit of tranquility in autumn - but in the eyes of others, the speech ceremony that is extremely peaceful, but in the eyes of those who care, it turns into a simple sentence talk:
The storm is coming.