And at this moment, in a corridor inside the castle. Paladin, who had dismissed the meeting in the conference room for various reasons, was hiding in front of the door of Archbishop Sariel's room, peeking at the Templar Macedon, who was busy working in the crack of the door. After seeing the scene inside with his own eyes, Paladin suddenly revealed a chilling smile. As if there was something in it that caught his great interest.
It is unbelievable that this archbishop who is magnanimous and willing to help the weak on weekdays. I actually like this kind of thing behind my back! I saw that in this room decorated with various patterns and gorgeous cloths, the **** covered with red raw silk with first-class velvet, a girl who looked no more than fifteen years old and a very thin body, Lying there motionless! Paladin's eyes narrowed. He could clearly see that the girl's body was just developing, and she looked very petite.
And under the long brown soft hair, there is a cute and adorable childish face. Taking a closer look, the girl's eyes were round and blood was flowing from her mouth. The original red bed was dyed even more dazzling and bright red. The body covered with scars and bruises radiated the same lavender, and the muscles of the body were abnormally tense. In view of this, Paladin concluded that the girl had been dead for at least more than six hours based on her experience in healing people for a long time.
What is particularly noteworthy is that the girl's lower body was bleeding red, as if it was torn apart by some sharp hard object. When Lenovo heard the Macedonian report last night, the archbishop looked excited. How could Paladin not guess what this Sariel did to this girl last night? Seeing that Macedon in the room calmly took out his gloves, he was very skillful in using a special potion to clean up the bloodstains on the ground and the body. Not only did Palatine not have the slightest sense of hatred, but also no pity. Because according to him, the innocent death of the little girl has nothing to do with him. Instead, he learned of his boss's preferences. You can do whatever you want. It's something to be happy and smug about.
At this time, Macedonia in the house just quietly rolled up the blood-stained cloth in his hand. Then I glanced at this little girl who was caught by myself late at night, who suffered innocent toy and humiliation all night, and then died tragically. Look at the girl's big eyes that contain despair, and the tears left in the corners of her eyes. He suddenly sighed with emotion.
He was an orphan, kidnapped from a young age. Once again, he was caught by the owner of the shop while stealing and accidentally killed someone. After being wanted, he desperately fled into the church of Bishop Sariel at that time. With the help of this kind and gracious priest. Not only did he clear his name, but he also changed his name and asked someone to teach him martial arts and fighting. Then send himself to take the exam and become an outposted Templar. From a humble thief to a powerful templar.
Macedonia is very grateful to Sariel for his selfless care and cultivation. He has no parents since he was a child, and regards Sariel as his own. No matter what Salier asks, he does it without hesitation. Even though many of these tasks are conscientious and moral. But in order to repay the Sariel who gave him a good life, Macedonia didn't care so much.
But after so many years, Macedonia is now a middle-aged man. With no family, no wife and no children, he puts an innocent girl into Sariel's hands every time. He could feel his heart pounding every night as he heard the screams of desolation and despair coming from the house. That's right, as he got older, he began to realize that Sariel, whom he had loved for half his life, was not as tall and kind as he had imagined. He himself, while doing dirty things for Sariel, endured the torment in his heart. In so much pain, he even decided to find an opportunity to have a good talk with Sariel. Persuade him to renounce such impure and evil things.
Sighing again, Macedonia stopped thinking about it. He glanced at the girl who died in vain for the last time, took out a large sack from his backpack, spread it out, picked up the thin girl's body very gently, and put it into the sack gently, as if he was coaxing his daughter to sleep. At this moment, Paladin, who was watching all this, smiled even more strangely. Suddenly, he gently pushed open the wooden door, straightened up and leaned against the door, his eyes flashed with trembling light like a demon in the abyss, and he pouted softly: "Tsk tsk tsk tsk..."
As soon as he heard this sound, Macedon, who was squatting, his eyes suddenly widened, and he took two short swords from his waist very quickly, without looking at them, he twisted them and threw the two short swords with a flick of his hand. out! That's not all, Macedon's hands kept moving, and he immediately stood up with the force of twisting his waist, and pulled out his sword as smoothly as his peers. He raised his head and looked at the dark shadow leaning against the door in front of the door, and he was about to rush to hack this ignorant person to death on the spot!
It was too late to speak, and Paladin, who was leaning against the door, saw the two short swords flying towards him with a violent sound of breaking through the air. Disdain flashed in his eyes, and he tilted his head slightly. The two short swords flew towards him. It slammed into Palatine's side. It looks so easy! brush! Suddenly there was a flash of silver light in front of him, Macedon rushed up with vigorous steps, and took Paladin's throat with one sword! But Paladin frowned slightly. Although he was a subordinate in name, but a guard attacked him, it was really not something to be happy about.
Paladin raised his hand quickly and grasped the stabbing sword with great accuracy! The rushing Macedonia was immediately forced to stop! The shock in his eyes was full of disbelief. Because he saw that an ordinary hand was holding his sword with all his strength, and the huge force on the palm even prevented him from advancing half an inch! It's as if the person in front of you is not a person, but a wall, a very huge wall!
"It's time to stop, don't blame me for taking off your limbs if you have to go a long way." Such a familiar voice conveyed with annoyance, when Macedonia saw that the person in front of him was Paladin. The shock that rushed in at that moment scared him away from the hand holding the sword, and he stepped back in a daze, pointing at Paladin's disdainful face and opening his mouth, unable to say a word.
But Palatine didn't have time to pay attention to this idiot. He just glanced at the girl's corpse in the sack, and suddenly showed a playful smile and said: "I can't see that a noble templar would do such a thing. Does our esteemed Archbishop Sariel like this tune? Then don't you always help him deal with the aftermath?"
Macedon, who was shocked and calmed down quickly, took a deep look at Paladin, suddenly stepped forward and passed him, closing the door firmly with one hand.
Then he turned around, walked to the sack, squatted down, and slapped the sack on his body. Palatine on one side walked to the chair next to him, which was carved with lace and fine fabrics, and sat down. He looked at Macedon, who was carrying the body, and said, "Where to throw it? A cemetery? A jungle? Or a basement? None of these. Be sure, my dear samurai Mr. Macedon. Personally suggest you either feed it to the pigs that eat everything, or chop it up and make it out of shape and take it to the kitchen for those cooks to roast. But remember You can't eat at the fort tonight!" Paladin made a rare joke. But the joke is limited to the last sentence, and the front is all real thoughts.
"You are a beast! A beast in a divine robe!" Macedon, who had just taken a few steps, suddenly stopped, his face rolling with anger that he had never spoken of before, watching the very leisurely Paladin scolding so. But Paladin didn't have any strangeness, just stood up and said: "The Archbishop has this hobby. As a subordinate, I naturally have to think about it. After all, the Archbishop is responsible for teaching believers faith, kindness and tolerance. The savior." "You are a villain."
Macedon turned his head and said contemptuously. But in exchange for Paladin's sarcastic smile: "I am a beast and a villain, what about you? What about His Excellency the Archbishop? Listen to the orders of others and send innocent people into the arms of despair. Hahaha, poor Macedonia. , you are not nobler than me, on the contrary, you and I are just the same thing."