"That fat man strangled my neck like that, and I felt like I couldn't breathe at all... His arm was so thick, I couldn't pull it away no matter how hard I stretched out—"
"I thought I was going to die at the time, because no one could help me. Booker rushed up to his death. Whoever moves a little bigger, I'm afraid my head will fall to the ground in a second..."
"The arrow came too fast...I just saw a black shadow..."
In the early morning, there was such a conversation in the atrium of the monastery. At first, the voice was not loud, but when there were more people watching, the tone became exaggerated like a bard telling a story.
Ryan talked endlessly about his experience in the assassination. Speaking of which, although he had repeated these things no less than five times in two days, every time he repeated them, he was still full of joy and passion.
However, unlike the "show off" in the past, Ryan's words have already brought obvious "awe" at this time-especially his attitude towards "Archers", as if he has changed from "brainless black" to "brainless fan". 180 degrees big change.
As for the previous argument with Booker about the wolf cavalry being shot to death...
"If the arrows can be shot to this extent, with the right angle and timing to attack, let alone ten wolf cavalry, thirty will be no problem!"
Bow and arrow "brainless fan" Ryan did not forget to touch his side face when he said this, as if he was deeply moved by the arrow that almost shot through his head, and of course it was more excited about this amazing art industry —
"You don't know how fast the fire rate is. When the assassin chasing Sally is targeted, it is completely difficult!"
"Crack clack clack clack! The intervals are the same, so I'm pretty sure there's only one shooter... Sally she-er? Sally? Where are you going?"
When Ryan was describing the speed of the arrow, Sally was walking by with two dark circles under her eyes. The haggard look scared the monks, but she didn't stop after being called by Ryan. Thoughts of conversation, he waved his hand and said, "I'm going to find Bishop Benjamin, let's talk first..."
Ryan wanted to say something more, but seeing Sally's absent-minded look, he finally gave up and turned his head to continue talking about how accurate the arrow was.
The atmosphere of the monastery is quiet, and there are roses planted on both sides of the stone road. It is September at this time, and the roses that have bloomed since May have basically withered now, without the intoxicating smell brought by the blooming flowers.
In the past, Sally liked the comfort of strolling in this corridor—but today her steps were a little hurried, and the bone dice she held in her hand were soaked with sweat. After clearing her mind, she put the dice into the He took out his robe pocket, then took a deep breath, pushed open the back door of the church, and walked in.
In addition to the largest public lecture hall in the center of the church, there is also a large library that is only open to the inside of the monastery, and the other one is the "office" where Bishop Benjamin handles official affairs. If there is no urgent matter on weekdays, Bishop Benjamin will handle the daily management of the monastery here.
Sally walked quickly along the corridor, and when she came to the door of the bishop's office, she heard some conversations coming from the half-open door—
"The bishop attaches great importance to this speech in the square, so he requires that all preparations must be made in advance. It is difficult to find rose petals at this time of year. You can go to Kieger Town to send a batch..."
"Yes, my lord bishop."
"About the issue of guards, you must pay attention..."
Priest Ethan in the house was discussing with the bishop about the arrangements for Archbishop Rubens to come to Houlier City. After hearing this, Sally felt a little more at ease in her heart. After the conversation between the two of them, she raised her hand and tapped Knock on the door.
Priest Ethan turned around and saw Sally. He seemed to understand the purpose of her coming here. After paying homage to the bishop, he turned and left. Some nervous.
However, others will not know that her "nervousness" is actually fake. Although she was a little emotional before, when she stepped into this room, Sally was extremely calm in her heart. Just to make her plan succeed, she must Get into "the state" and focus on whatever comes next.
Because Sally understood that her next conversation with Bishop Benjamin could even directly determine Roddy's fate.
"Oh? Sally, you're here."
Bishop Benjamin sat in front of the large wooden table, and there was no surprise in his words.
In front of him are full of parchments and old books—there are research scrolls about divine magic blessing, punishment and restoration, etc., with profound content. The room is not big, and the furnishings are even more simple. The wooden furniture is simple and practical. There is no thick pile carpet commonly used by nobles on the floor, but only smooth stone slabs. On the side wall, there are words carved by the first bishop when the monastery was established: home".
"Master Bishop, I... have something to ask you."
Sally's voice was timid, completely different from her calm command when facing the assassination.
"Sit down first." Benjamin got up from his armchair, motioned for Sally to sit aside, then walked out from behind the desk, sat opposite her and asked, "Now, tell me your question?"
Ordinary people may not understand what such details mean, but Sally understands that the bishop does not want to bring unnecessary pressure to herself by sitting behind the desk—she secretly admires the old man's meticulous style of doing things, clear Clearing his throat, he said, "My lord, the identities of those assassins... I think I have some ideas."
This is the first test.
After saying the words, Sally glanced at Benjamin secretly with a hesitant face, but found that the other party only narrowed his eyes slightly, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and did not show much interest. He just answered: "And then?"
The trial failed.
Sally bit her lip, lowered her head and said, "Of course, that's all just speculation. The main thing I want to talk about is...the shooter who killed the assassin..."
This is the second test.
But Bishop Benjamin still didn't show much expression, nodded and said, "Oh, you said that guy, I have some opinions on him."
"Uh-look...opinion?"
Unexpectedly, Benjamin would say this, and the plan in Sally's mind was directly disrupted. She looked up at the bishop, but then realized that she seemed to have overreacted, and whispered: "Are you going to catch him... ?”
"Heh, a ranger with good skills, superb archery skills, and good skills." Benjamin said with a smile, "If you catch it, it will indeed take some effort."
These words made Sally's heart tighten. What she was most worried about was the result. Just as she was about to open her mouth to say something, she found Benjamin waving his hand and continued: "Sally, when you suddenly appeared in the monastery and told me When you are in a crisis, I probably understand who will hit you so hard. Although you didn't tell me clearly, it's not hard to guess, isn't it?"
"And as for that guy, he silenced his words in front of me, and the meaning is naturally obvious-that shooter doesn't want me to vent my anger on your family, I can think of that."
"Although what he did is very disrespectful to me, but obviously, he is willing to do this for you, so I can only say that there is nothing wrong with it."
"Heh... blatantly silent, this kind of thing is really not something that ordinary people can handle." The old man closed his eyes slightly, and seemed to say with some emotion: "It can be seen that he cares about you very much."
Benjamin's attitude was obviously ready to talk to Sally "openly and honestly", and he didn't mean to put the bishop's airs on others in his words, but the content of the words made Sally's head "buzz", and she was a little stunned.
He cares about you.
When such words were spoken directly, the shock it brought to Sally was unimaginable—although she had thought about such a possibility before, she couldn't count it because she always felt that it was her own subjective judgment. In the final analysis, she always had hidden expectations for Rody in her heart and did not dare to look directly at them, but when Bishop Benjamin pointed out all this directly, she could no longer hide this emotion, and her heart was instantly filled with Filled with an inexplicable joy, the sweet feeling made her feel her whole body trembling slightly...
"This bastard... seems to really care about me."
But thinking of her current situation, Sally immediately suppressed such emotions. In the eyes of others, she just lowered her head and her eyes flickered for a while, but the slight change in expression when she raised her head later, was really There are still some changes.
Bishop Benjamin's expression was calm, he didn't seem to notice all this, he just turned his eyes slightly, looked at the peaceful scenery outside the window behind the desk, and continued: "I know you may know that guy, so I didn't directly order to investigate in the past two days , but Sally, you should also be aware that although he has done me a favor by doing this, it is impossible for the monastery to let him go so easily."
When Sally heard this, she immediately realized that she had unknowingly lost the initiative, and Benjamin dominated the rhythm of the conversation.
But at this moment, she had no choice, so she could only hesitate to say: "He... I do know him, and—"
"The monastery will send people to investigate, this is something that must be done."
Bishop Benjamin interrupted her, and then said in a somewhat helpless tone: "You should also have heard that the bishop is coming. There can be no trouble now, the things in your family are like this, your that The same is true for friends... However, if you can tell me some of his information, the temple will naturally not trouble him again, and if possible, it will treat him as a... friend."
"This is real?"
Raising her head, she didn't realize that she had stepped into a certain trap unintentionally—caring is chaotic. The scene of Roddy being roasted to death by the stake appeared in her mind again and again. She was really afraid that things would end up as she imagined. In addition to Bishop Benjamin's character guarantee of "never breaking his promise", she, who is far less deep in the city than the bishop, was defeated in this confrontation after all...
However, such a failure was just a loss of initiative. When Sally left the room, she felt that she had achieved her original goal—the heavy feeling in her heart finally dissipated, and her steps became much lighter.
"Roddy will blame me for doing this..." She muttered to herself, but immediately thought of a solution—"Let him come to the monastery and explain to him face to face, after all, the bishop promised not to tell anyone else."
Thinking of finally being able to meet the other party in the monastery in a legitimate way, Sally's heartbeat accelerated for no reason, and the sweet emotion in her heart seemed to become more intense. But what followed was endless anger towards his elder brother—"Hmph, dear brother, just wait."
It was only after Roddy's crisis was resolved that she thought of revenge. When such a thing happened, Sally herself didn't realize what it meant...
And when she clenched her fists and left the corridor, she didn't realize that Bishop Benjamin with a serious face was shaking his head and sighing not far behind him.
"Although I don't want to stop it, but... marriage is not allowed in the temple, Sally, it won't do you any harm to let you understand this earlier."