"No matter what your status is, you must travel once a week." Katob stood outside the sacred cathedral, looking at the building that worshiped the god of Eldridge.
According to the regulations of the Kingdom of New Roas, every citizen of the Kingdom of New Roas must go to the church to pray devoutly at least once a week.
Regardless of whether you really believe in Eldridge or not, this is written in the regulations of the New Roas Kingdom. Nobles can go less, but they must go, otherwise the local council will impeach you, and at worst lose noble citizens If you have a status, you will be fined if you are light.
There is a saying in the Kingdom of New Roas, there are only two things you can't escape in this country, death at the end of life and prayer to His Majesty Eldridge.
So no matter what, people will take time to go to the holy church to pray, and if they have free time, they will even go a few times, as if to show how much they respect and love His Majesty Eldridge.
Even the nobles are no exception. No matter how pious they are, they still have to do superficial work. In the church, the bodyguards of those fighters are not easy to protect, especially when they are praying.
"This is the time when they are most vigilant and relaxed, because no one would be so bold as to do something while the other party is praying, and those people in the church will go crazy." Thinking of the faces of those people in the church, Katobu sneered Well, that group of guys is also one of the reasons why the Jugus family is ruined.
Nobles want to maintain their dignity. I do not know when, an unspoken rule appeared between the nobles and the church, that is, when the nobles go to the church to pray, the tribute should not be too shabby.
It’s not too much, and commoners can take it out, but think about the frequency, once a week, it’s difficult for those run-down little nobles to bear the burden of running a decent family, and they have to pay protection fees to the church every once in a while. The pen is heavy.
"What I have to do is never take a frontal view of fighters." Kabuto was on the verge of madness, but his madness was calm. He deeply understood that if he didn't take risks, then the Yugus family would definitely be over.
So his madness is all-out madness.
Negri sat on the top of the church, watching the farce below.
Whether he does mental arithmetic or not, Katob's success rate is about 50 to 50.
As if seeing something, Negri stretched out his hand to grab the void, and pulled a butterfly into his hand.
"My lord, are you interfering with their future?" Lanshan was wearing a long skirt, sitting sideways beside Negri, holding a parasol in her hand, helping Negri to block the sun, although a little sunshine is very harmful to Negri now. It won't have any impact at all, but Lan Shan insists on doing it like this.
"No, I just made things more interesting." Negri replied: "Judging from the existing information, after three minutes, a cleric will see Katobu's body because he is attracted by this butterfly." The arrangement caused him to lose everything."
"That would be too boring. The gap between the two sides is too big. As a teenager on the weak side, he needs more opportunities." Negri said casually, but only he himself knows what his real purpose is.
As Negri was promoted to the road level, even if it was just a part of him, it became more and more difficult for Lan Shan and others to understand.
In an unknown place, endless golden luster shines, and something seems to be changing in the world of flames, which then affects the changes in the world, and some things are also covered.
"This feeling of being a part of history also has a special taste." Negri is very clear about the other party's goals, the ghost ritual, and the ritual blade are all things left by him. After the evolution of time, these things have become these things. The legend among the population, and affects generation after generation.
The butterfly resting in the hand spread its wings and danced again. Its trajectory flowed into Negri's eyes and gradually became the established trajectory. Everything about this butterfly was controlled by Negri.
Catob was wearing a priest's uniform, holding a box, and walked to one side. Those priests of sufficient rank were busy collecting "tributes". As long as they were brave and careful, there was no problem in disguising a priest in the church.
And people always lack vigilance towards pastors in churches.
In the absence of bodyguards, Katob succeeded unexpectedly. He knocked Pali, the son of the city lord Duran, into a small wooden box, just like an ordinary priest carrying tribute, and put most of his face Put under the crate, some passing priests didn't even suspect Katob.
As long as he is not too unlucky to meet a manager who knows all priests well, he is unlikely to reveal his secrets.
On the other side, an elderly priest wearing a gorgeous costume walked by, glanced at the passing, found nothing unusual, and just passed by, and then Kabuto passed it over with the box in his arms.
Gradually walking to a remote corner, Katob threw the small wooden box directly into the sewer.
The sewer opening is not big, but the small wooden box is just right, and little Parry can just fit it in with his body curled up.
"Then just find an opportunity to go out quickly, go to the exit of the sewer to find the other party." Katob said in his heart, quickly went to the front of the church, and at the same time looked for an opportunity to wear the priest's uniform in reverse, and it became a makeshift set Aristocratic clothing.
"Where's Parry?" On the other side, Duran was communicating with the bishop of the church, and suddenly his eyes were fixed, searching for the people around him, with an ominous premonition in his heart.
After apologizing to the bishop, Duran searched quickly, but couldn't find his son. His momentum began to gather, and he stabilized his panic. He quickly found the bishop and explained the situation.
Although the church had a high status, it was unwilling to offend the lord of the city, so he quickly sent a priest to look for it, and at the same time temporarily blocked the door of the church.
Watching the priest close the church door, Katobu's expression remained unchanged. Even if he was in ruins, he was still a nobleman. It was impossible to search him directly, unless the other party wanted to offend all the nobles. This is the rule of the nobleman's glory.
But then when he thought of something, his eyes changed. He was fine, but Parry was packed in a small wooden box and drifted with the sewage. He would be fine in a short time, but who knows what will happen after a long time.
Looking at the anxious Duran, Katobu thought about these things, finally closed his eyes, and his expression became calm.
It wasn't until the evening that the search failed and the church was reopened. Katob walked out of the church complaining, acting like a little noble who was accidentally involved in the incident.
After getting out of sight and confirming his safety, Katob ran towards the sewer inside.
After searching with a torch, Katobu finally found the small wooden box stuck in a corner in a certain section of the sewer.
The box was extremely quiet, and Katob opened it. Under the flames, there was a young but cold corpse. It seemed that the skin was purple due to lack of oxygen.
"Blame yourself, Lord Duran, you are the one who stopped me." Katob closed his eyes, said softly, and closed the box again. Even if the hostage died, he would still achieve his goal. .