"I can't believe that kid thought he could win the victory against Father Satan," Mordechai said.
"Maybe he didn't realize who we are," the leader said.
"Then he must be living under a rock, Mordechai. Anyone who knows the order knows the order," said the man with the sword.
"Let's see what he has." You two go and see his horse," Mordechai ordered.
Whistler stood thirty meters away. The men ran to the horse and grabbed his reins. Whistler can usually escape these strangers, but the animal is still loyal to its owner, Fan Fan.
The two rummaged in the saddlebags, but found nothing except a few weapons and some food and water. Mordecai started rummaging through the little boy's clothes. He found no consequences, no money. But when he pushed back the sleeve of the boy's right arm, his eyes were fixed on something he had never expected to see.
The boy's right arm bears the mark of Satan's guardian, which is impossible to be wrong. Mordechai saw the same scene in the secret Satan Temple, where he was training there as a priest of the temple. A lump rose in his throat.
He was thinking about this in his heart, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. The guardian who was thought to have been killed many years ago came here-still alive! Mordechai only needs to give this fool to Morey, and his dream of power and prestige can be realized-he can tell his price.
"Get some rope," Mordechai told others as he stood up.
They turned to him. Confused expressions appeared on the faces of both of them.
"We just won the gold medal, kids," Mordechai said.
The two men looked down at the unconscious boy, guessing that he must be tied up with a rope. They are scattered in the nearby business district. The building was attacked by monsters.
Mordecai stood on the street, hovering over Fan Fan, watching in surprise at what the Almighty God chose to use as a guardian. That's it-a boy without any fighting skills
Within a few minutes, the other two priests came out of the business district with a sturdy rope of appropriate length. Mordechai picked it up, began to wrap the boy's hand with it, and then wrapped it around his neck. If he tried to break free from the restraints with his tied wrists, then at least he would suffocate because of such efforts.
"Bring the horse," Mordechai said, "and his horse."
One of the pastors brought back three horses they had stolen in another village, and the other brought Whistler back. When Mordecai was satisfied with their results, they tied Fan Fan to Whistler's saddle and tied him to the horse with more rope. Even if he is still in a coma, he can still ride a horse. It was perfect, Mordechai thought. He fastened the last end of the long rope firmly to the corner of the saddle. Then, the three riders, plus their prisoners, rode to Emmanuel.
The wind carried light fragments and dust through the streets of Grandi. Another man wandered on the streets full of death. He led a white horse with a few brown spots on it, the young man’s face. Still expressionless, he surveyed the entire town, like someone who had seen it all before, and had learned to stay away from tragedy.
When he found a strange set of footprints on the dirt road, he stopped. The trajectory he followed led to here, and these three sets of shoe prints matched the shoes he was wearing at the time—the shoes worn by the priest of the temple.
He inspected the area more closely, and there was a brief scuffle here. Four meters away, a sword was lying on the ground. The people he followed did not cause the massacre. They are sneak attackers, not butchers. However, they are here to fight someone and disarm them, there is no body, maybe they caught a prisoner.
The other set of footprints was too big to be a woman's, which made him very curious. Why should they treat a person as a prisoner? These priests are not hostage takers. They think this person is valuable for a reason. They tried their best to disarm him without killing him, and then drag him down together.
The young man found a place where the path extends. If his assumption is correct, they are heading to Emmanuel. This is another curious move for them. He climbed onto the saddle of his patchwork horse and ran forward with the horse quickly. He must pass the time well and take out a little-known pass to rush in front of them. He hoped that their hostages would slow down their actions as he expected.
"Get up!" Mordechai shouted, "If you always want to run, then I can only tie you tighter and throw you on my own horseback. Trust me, it will be very uncomfortable. A trip to Emmanuel."
One of the priests, Mordecai's men, picked Fan Fan up with his upper arms and fixed his body to Whistler's saddle.
"Why did you take me to find Emmanuel?" Fan Fan asked.
Mordechai used his horse to approach Fan Fan’s horse, then he grabbed Fan Fan’s arm, pulled the sleeves apart, and put his index finger on the boy’s birthmark, "That’s why I want to take you to see Emmanuel. Child," he hissed.
Fan Fan looked at the birthmark, then gave Mordecai a confused look, "You took me there because I have a birthmark on my arm?"
He couldn't see the trick in the boy's eyes, and Mordechai laughed. "You don't know, do you?"
"what do you know?"
"Let’s put it this way, this birthmark makes you the most valuable person in this kingdom. Once I hand you over to Morey, you are my ransom guarantee, so don’t try to escape again. If I had to break your Bones to keep you, so surely I will. It won’t make you less valuable to me, but I don’t think you may enjoy this experience very much." Mordechai grinned extremely viciously. Fan Fan saw a new kind of obedience in his eyes, and he nodded, then turned around.
Mordechai only heard the sound from a distant tree, and the slight fluttering of the feathers made two thin wooden poisonous arrows travel through the air. Out of pure unconscious instinct, Mordechai instantly turned his body sideways and hid behind the horse, "Get down!" He commanded the others.
Fan Fan witnessed the development of the whole incident, and his eyes were still faster than his reaction. He saw the two arrows sliding in the air, and the air vibration wave returned to the place where the arrow originated—only his enhanced perception could discern.
The arrow spotted their mark and sank with lethal accuracy. It was an astonishing double-strike that went directly into the sternum of the two priests traveling with Mordechai. (To be continued) (End of this chapter)