September 4th, morning.
The monastery was under full martial law and no believers were allowed to enter. Six temple guards stood in front of the monastery's gate wearing heavy armor. The heavy long sword in their hands, which was easy to chop, shone coldly in the sun. Looking from a distance, they looked fierce.
Although the blood stains on the ground have been cleaned as much as possible, the dark red hue has not faded. The atmosphere of the monastery under the sun is chilling, as if all communication with the outside world has been cut off and it has become an isolated island.
But under this kind of martial law, Sally also had contact with her own subordinates—after the previous conversation with Bishop Benjamin, many things were not easy to hide, so the daughter of the duke did not As for what to hide in front of the bishop, he sent someone to find Roddy as soon as possible to resolve the crisis, and hoped to have a meeting with him as soon as possible.
Disclosing those information to Bishop Benjamin, after all, did not get Rody's nod of approval... So this matter is big or small. Sally believes that Rody should understand her painstaking efforts after weighing the pros and cons, so she is looking forward to it. The reunion with Roddy, and I have already thought about how to explain to Roddy.
At noon, Martin, who was assigned by Sally to look for Rody, had already arrived in the Cambay area, and was about to open the door and enter the "Pig's Head Bar".
Martin was dressed as a commoner, and he looked like he couldn't be found in the crowd. Standing outside the bar, he searched for a long time before confirming where the inconspicuous entrance was. He stretched out his hand to push the door, but unexpectedly The wooden door was slammed open from the inside—this made Martin push it away, staggered, and hit a person's chest directly, and then was bounced back with a "boom"...
"Ouch!"
He let out a cry, and when he covered his head and opened his eyes, he realized that the guy in front of him was terrifyingly tall, and he had to look up to see the ferocious face.
"Walk and watch."
The two-meter-tall bald-headed man glanced at him, and didn't mean to find fault with him. He just left a few words and walked past him, followed by a few guys in cloaks who ignored Martin's interest. None, they filed out and quickly disappeared on the corner of the street.
This episode made Martin really lose his temper. He spat secretly, entered the bar, and then asked the boss Hook who was wiping the glasses in front of the bar: "Hey, boss, do we have a bard here who can tell good stories?" ?”
"Want to hear a story? Go to the city square at noon and look for it. He will occasionally tell one or two stories here in the evening, but don't come late, there is no place to sit when you are late."
Hook put the wine glass aside without raising his head, apparently he had long been used to such questions.
"He is not here right now?"
"City Square, he always goes there."
"Okay, thanks, buddy."
Martin tossed two copper coins casually, and Hook grabbed them skillfully, waved the dirty rag, and said "Come and drink when you are free", but ignored them and continued to wipe the wine glass.
Martin, who was about to go to the city square, walked up to the wooden door, stretched out his hand to grab the doorknob, and found that the wooden door was pushed open with a "bang", and he had no time to hide, his whole face was slapped firmly by the door panel, standing straight lying on the ground...
"Hey? Someone?"
"I told you to pay attention."
"I'm sorry, Miss Akasha..."
A vague voice came, and Martin felt angry for no reason—what happened to him today? Getting in and out of a bar is a bit of an accident
"I'm sorry! I'm really sorry!"
The middle-aged man who pushed the door was dressed as a businessman. Seeing Martin's face on all fours, he immediately came over with an unfamiliar accent and stretched out his hands to pull him up. There was a graceful woman standing there, and his eyes suddenly lit up.
The other party was wearing a gray linen robe, the style was no different from those women on the street, but because she was so good that such clothes gave off an unspeakable charm... The only fly in the ointment was that the other party's face was covered with a gray scarf , but looking at those big black eyes, I know she should be a beauty.
It's not normal for a beauty of this level to appear here.
However, Martin is not interested in investigating the background of any beautiful women today. Seeing that there are three or four people behind her, he knows that he was bumped for nothing, so he can only wave his hands and cover his nose and walk away. It is the one who is called "Akasha" The woman in the house asked someone to pay him a few copper coins, which immediately made Martin feel better.
"It's still beautiful women who can take care of people, but what is the origin of this group of people..."
Martin sighed indiscriminately, but after going around the city square seven or eight times, he couldn't find Rody. In the end, he had no choice but to admit that he was unlucky, and found a corner to wait silently.
Naturally, he would not know that Rody, whom he had been looking for, was circling helplessly around the Moria Manor outside Houlier City.
"Does Francis fucking want to be a bastard for the rest of his life?"
Rody ran in the jungle outside the manor with a short bow in his hand, and he didn't forget to curse a few words—his footsteps were so fast that he almost became a phantom in the forest, and the guards patrolling outside the manor in the distance couldn't find him at all.
This manor named Moria is actually where Francis is currently hiding. Just because the assassination failed and he was afraid of revenge, Francis actually increased the security force again, and even now there are hounds patrolling the surrounding area, making the entire manor's copper and iron walls impenetrable... Such a level of defense makes people come here to find Rody, who had a chance to assassinate, felt extremely depressed.
After the previous assassination incident, Rody was actually angrier than Sally, because if he hadn't happened to rush over that day, Sally would have died without a doubt—and that would be tantamount to letting what he did before Trying to ruin it all...
This completely pissed off Rody, who had never had a big heart.
That day he sneaked into the Duke's mansion and gave the Duke of Angmar a bottle of antidote, and the next day he went straight out of the city and came to Moria Manor to kill Francis, but he never expected that the guard strength here was as good as the Duke's mansion. In the end, I had to give up.
"Assassination, level and equipment are a bit clumsy..."
Rody looked down at the short bow in his hand and said to himself. Although the damage of this bow is much higher than that of the original horn bow, it is really not enough for these high-level enemies. However, making bows is not something that can be done easily. At present, the best solution can only be to buy ready-made high-end bows and arrows to make up for the disadvantages. Then the problem arises: there are not many reliable shops here, and the only suitable The place can only be the arsenal of the "Rose Cross", but it needs the reputation of "Respect" to buy it!
As soon as Rody thought of this, he felt that it was necessary to continue to increase the reputation of "Rose Cross", but when he thought of the scene where he headshot the assassin in front of the headmaster, he could only sigh helplessly: "It's really no way... "
"Cutting weeds has to get rid of the roots. It's hard to say if it destroys the overall situation."
Rody doesn't have any emotional thinking. The only thing this technical geek likes to think about is how much return he can get from his investment in Sally and Luciferon—as for his feelings towards Sally...
He was indeed terrified the moment he saw Sally being cut and flew out. But now that the matter has passed, he is not interested in recalling anything now, but continues to think about the current action plan with an absolutely rational mind.
Love for children? Rody, who was "destined to be alone forever", didn't think about it at all. It would be more comfortable for him to think about how to kill Francis than to let him guess what the woman was thinking.
Thinking about the plan for the next few days in his mind, Rody found a big tree with a good view and climbed up, because it was too late to return to the city at this time, so he simply thought about spending a night here.
"Damn, I really have the guts to suffocate myself inside!"
After cursing a few words, Rody leaned against the tree trunk and narrowed his eyes, and began to take a nap.
*****
At the same time, the atmosphere in Moria Manor a few hundred meters away seemed extremely tense.
The servants and maids all became more cautious when they walked, especially when they passed Francis' room, because from morning to now, Francis had "accidentally" crushed three teacups, although his expression was always calm like what Nothing happened, but when such a thing happened, no one could fail to see the anger in his heart.
And when several subordinates appeared in front of Francis' room, their expressions were no different from those of death row prisoners about to be guillotined in the eyes of others.
"Tell me, what good things have you done?"
When such calm words were spoken, it sounded no different from "tell me what you had for lunch", but the foreheads of the three subordinates in front of them began to sweat coldly, and their clothes stuck to their bodies. He didn't dare to move, he stood there like a machine, his mouth was blocked, and he couldn't tell why.
"Didn't you tell me that nothing would go wrong? Didn't you tell me that you must succeed? What are you talking about now?"
"Master, we...we didn't expect—"
One of them opened his mouth to explain, but was instantly frightened by Francis' raised eyes and shut his mouth.
"There are so many unexpected things, what did you not expect? Didn't you expect that there will be an archer who can shoot ten holes in your heads?"
Having said that, it seems that Francis' calmness can no longer be maintained. On the clenched fist, the flames produced by the gathering of elements have shown a high-temperature bright yellow...
"Archer...Archer...I asked you to investigate for a few months, and told me that guy is in Nolan Village! Fucking, fucking, fucking... What happened? The bastard didn't show any signs when you did it It popped out, could this be a coincidence?!"
The undisguised anger was like a flame, making the three subordinates instantly languid as if they had been passed by a boar, and the clothes covered in two or three layers were completely soaked in sweat. Such fear was really unspeakable for them. torment.
"Don't fucking tell me there's a traitor among you! Otherwise, how could he know everything!"
Standing up, when Francis uttered the last word, he kicked the first person hard in the chest. The latter didn't even dare to hide, and was kicked flying with a "bang"—that figure was in the He stayed in the air for more than half a second before landing. When he fell to the ground, his face was as white as paper, and he couldn't even breathe.