"Extinguishing!"
The elite knight captain of the Temple of War roared loudly.
The knights behind rushed to the fire.
Instead of using the traditional water fire extinguishing method, the long sword in hand began to cut the burning house, and at the same time extinguished it with sand.
The blade skimmed over the burning wall, and sand covered it.
After a few minutes, the fire was extinguished.
The source of the fire was also found.
Two bodies were also found.
The bodies were burnt extremely badly, but the captain was able to identify one of them as that of Aitolin.
Because some traits are just too familiar.
Even if it is burnt, it will not change.
For example: Remnants of power in the body.
Therefore, he easily judged where the other corpse came from.
The old enemy of the Temple of War: 'Secret Order of Quiet Night'!
The elite knight captain with a gloomy face and murderous eyes waved his hand to signal his subordinates to take away the two corpses. After slightly nodding to the patrol team, he walked straight towards the cathedral.
From the beginning to the end, the two sides had no communication at all except for eye contact.
It seems to be following certain rules.
The captain of the patrol team watched the elite knight team of the Temple of War leave, and at the same time made a gesture towards the dark place.
Immediately, the spies divided into three groups.
All the way to the palace.
Followed quietly all the way.
All the way is to collect clues.
After the patrol team left their hands to protect the scene, the surroundings quickly calmed down, as if nothing had happened.
Except, that piece of scorched earth.
…
Temple of War, Holy Tribunal.
It is different from the 'dark hall' which is completely hidden underground.
The Holy Inquisition looms in the shadow of the cathedral.
After the elite knight captain returned to the cathedral, he walked directly towards a shadow.
That's right, this elite knight captain is also from the Holy Tribunal.
In fact, every member of the Temple of War may come from the Holy Tribunal, but most of the time, they all have another upright identity.
Sean is no exception.
His apparent identity is the ninth captain of the Guardian Knights.
The secret identity is the second captain of the Sanctuary.
For Sean, who grew up in the Temple of War God, there was nothing unacceptable about such a dual identity, because everything he did was for the Temple of War God!
"I want all the information on Aitolin, especially the ones that have been sent back recently."
Sean, who was standing in the shadows, said so.
no answer.
Only the wind blows.
When the breeze subsided, a stack of bundled parchments appeared at Sean's feet.
Sean flicked his cloak.
While the scarlet cloak was shaking, the parchment on the ground disappeared.
He strode back to his room, locked the door, spread out the parchment on the desk, and picked it up carefully.
The information at the beginning was very ordinary and almost the same as what Sean deduced.
However, he quickly locked some content.
"Aitolin discovered the internal strife in the 'Secret Order of Quiet Night'."
"When Aitolin connected for the last time before his death, there was hesitation and even some panic in his expression."
Sean crossed his fingers in front of his forehead, and pressed his thumbs on his temples, rubbing them slightly.
He likes to think like this.
This will keep his mind active.
He knew about Aitolin's previous report, and he also knew about the subsequent failure to "provoke even greater internal strife within the Silent Night Secret Order".
Sean didn't have any more thoughts about this.
If the Quiet Night Secret Society was really so easy to provoke, it wouldn't be the subordinate of the old enemy.
However, Aitolin's final performance was worth pondering.
What would make Aitolin hesitate
What would make Aitolin panic
Sean didn't know much about Aitolin.
But he knew that as a spy of the 'Holy Tribunal', the biggest advantage was loyalty and fearlessness.
Their firm belief makes them fearless.
According to common sense, it is impossible for them to hesitate or panic.
"Did something happen to the Quiet Night Secret Cultivator?"
Sean naturally thought of the only clue.
Then, the double knight stood up.
He put away the information on the table, took out a quill pen and began to describe the whole incident in detail, and, after attaching his guess objectively, walked straight to the back of the cathedral.
There is a confessional here.
Although most of them were prepared for ordinary believers, they did not prevent Sean, who is a priest, from using them. Walking into the third room, Sean knocked on the wooden window on one side according to his unique rhythm.
Under normal circumstances, priests will listen to the confession of believers.
The special case is some kind of reporting.
Sean falls into the latter category.
Click.
The wooden windows are pushed open horizontally.
From Sean's point of view nothing is going on inside.
But Sean was already used to this kind of reporting process, and directly threw Aitolin and his written records into the darkness, as if throwing a letter into the mailbox.
Without any stagnation, the parchment and paper were swallowed by darkness.
The wooden window closed again.
Sean didn't leave immediately, but sat in the confession room for fifteen minutes before pushing the door out.
This is also a rule.
In order not to attract attention.
The time for a confession is almost that long.
Special circumstances are of course exceptions.
Sean didn't hang around outside the cathedral anymore, he returned to his room again, resting while waiting for the next mission to appear.
…
The Marquess of Wharton kept his promise.
Just after noon, a large amount of supplies were delivered to the shantytowns on the Lower Seventh Ring Road.
Including but not limited to the most needed tents, cotton clothes, food and plenty of clean water.
The 'mist' believers in the shantytowns acted immediately.
Just before night fell, all the tents were pitched and the bonfires were lit.
And the most exciting thing is the smell of food wafting from the iron pans on the bonfire.
Allie helped around several women.
He was quick in his hands and feet, and he was very careful to leave the best part for the people on duty.
No one objected to this.
It is recognized by everyone that more work is more rewarding.
What's more, these people on duty are protecting them.
The temporary captain Sivalka, who was on duty, even ate a chicken leg.
There are not too many seasonings, but the stew is very bad, and with the steaming soup, it is delicious enough.
Especially when Ali gave it to him, Sivalka's heart was warm.
"tasty!"
After wolfing down the food, Sivalka said.
Chicken with mashed potatoes like porridge is really delicious.
Some of the salty and spicy taste inside made Sivalka feel the days when he was a mercenary.
I miss it very much.
But it will not forget the immediate duties because of nostalgia.
"I leave it to you, Allie."
After handing the tableware to Ellie, Sivalka stood up and looked at the subordinates behind him.
The subordinates at this time are different from the few people in the morning.
Some church brothers also joined in.
Suddenly, the number of guards exceeded thirty.
Enough to be divided into 2-3 teams.
And most importantly: these brothers of the Church brought weapons!
No more kitchen knives, sticks, and fast-breaking matchlock guns.
Rather, they are long swords, bows and arrows, and matchlock guns in the true sense.
This gave Sivalka more confidence to protect Ellie.
"Okay, Captain."
The guards, who were mixed with the aborigines from the shantytowns on the Lower Seventh Ring Road and the young soldiers from Xikaling, stood up one after another.
They had rested for some time and had dinner, and it was time to replace those colleagues.
Sivalka walked towards his sentry post first.
This is the 'watchtower' built in the afternoon with the materials from the original ruins. Of course, from the outside, it doesn't look like a watchtower at all, but it has the same function.
“Nice dinner.”
Edson twitched his nose as soon as Sivalka climbed to the top of the ruins.
The old witcher stretched and stood up, giving up the position here to Sivalka.
As the two strongest people in the temporary camp, no one is more suitable to be lookouts than the two.
And the old witcher didn't mind the work assigned to him.
Exchanging labor for shelter and food does not violate the rules of the witcher.
What's more, he himself came here to understand the 'fog'.
Nodding to the old witcher, Sivalka, who had greeted him, began to scan his surroundings.
"No abnormality?"
Sivalka asked.
He knew very well that the matter would never end like this.
That 'change' seems to be over.
But what about the Temple of War God, which suffered losses
On the surface, nature will not do anything.
But Sivalka, who had served as a deacon in the dark hall, was too aware of the means of the Temple of War.
Those people are far more paranoid, crazy, and... cruel than imagined.
Those guys don't care about morals and laws.
What they care about is the glory of the God of War!
In order to maintain the glory of the God of War, they will do anything.
Example: 'Explore' a camp where heretics gather.
Even, many believers in the Temple of War God can't wait to do this.
Because, the Temple of War God, which has just been affected by the 'change', desperately needs one thing to restore its glory.
The old witcher, who knew what Sivalka meant, said it very simply.
"Calmer than expected."
However, as soon as the old witcher's voice fell, the old witcher's eyes turned to the heights.
There, the flames were incomparably conspicuous in the night.
"However, it seems that someone has attracted attention for us!"
The old witcher judged.
"It's a business district close to the noble district."
"It is also the place where the secret agents of the Temple of War'Holy Tribunal' are most willing to gather."
Sivalka said.
"Between civilians and nobles, is it like light and darkness?"
"Those guys haven't changed after all these years."
"It's not as good as the simplicity of 'mist' to see through the confusion."
The old witcher seemed to sigh and said.
"See through the confusion?"
"Yes."
"I am very much in favor of this teaching. Now I have seen through my own confusion. I know what I want to do now. I hope to protect the people I can protect."
"It's very doctrinal again, isn't it?"
"Maybe you think it's a coincidence."
"But I think it's amazing."
"You know, more than a day ago, I was a guy who got by."
"The thing I'm looking forward to the most is to come out and let the wind go."
"And now I..."
"I actually decided to take up the sword and fight any intruder to the end in order to protect Ellie."
When Sivalka mentioned the little girl, his eyes were gentle.
When did this tenderness begin
Maybe it's the cup of hot water.
Or that scarf
Can not remember.
Although only one day has passed, he only knows that watching Ellie grow up safely is the best, and then watching Ellie get married... No, you can't simply hand over Ellie, you have to go through his Twelve tests will do!
Was there a little kid staring at Elle all afternoon
no!
Too dangerous!
I'll have to warn him in a while!
Keep him away from my Allie!
Sivalka, who thought of something inexplicably, suddenly changed his face.
He clenched the hand holding the sword involuntarily.
Jean, who had been silently observing the old witcher, raised his eyebrows.
"What's wrong?"
The old witcher asked tentatively.
"Nothing, just thought of some life-and-death matters."
Sivalka replied with a sullen face.
The old witcher shook his head, turned around and prepared to leave.
He could smell chicken.
Haven't had dinner in a wilderness-like setting for a long time.
Inexplicable nostalgia appeared in the old witcher's heart.
Also present is…
warning sign!
It was an instinctive feeling fused from the intuition of a demon hunter who has been on the edge of life and death all year round and those strange experiments.
Very complicated.
But accurate enough.
Therefore, the three daggers shot out without a sound.
puff!
Puff!
Three characteristic sounds of metal sinking into the flesh rang out almost simultaneously.
The figure of the old witcher rushed into the distance in a flash.
Sivalka was a step too late.
But not slow.
First, he rang the 'alarm bell' which was acted as an iron sheet, and then jumped down from the 'sentinel tower'.
He followed closely behind the old witcher.
When he arrived, he saw three corpses lying in the shadows, and the old witcher was examining the corpses carefully.
"Any clues?"
Sivalka asked when the old witcher stood up.
"certainly."
"I can smell them from a kilometer away."
"Damn 'Quiet Night Secret Order'!"
The old witcher grinned, revealing his pale teeth, like a hungry wolf who would prey on anyone.
That killing intent made Sivalka's scalp tingle.
…
Quiet Night Town, Council Hall.
Gelsac looked at Holleika and Wuft with a sinking face.
"I told you, it's just surveillance!"
"Don't startle him!"
Gelsack said coldly.
Holleika didn't answer, just knelt down on one knee, apparently admitting his mistake.
On the other hand, Wufter explained.
"My lord, that Aitolin is more powerful than we imagined. He should be the messenger of the powerful existence we suspected, and he was able to borrow the power of that powerful existence, so he discovered us."
Wuft, who had just escaped, still had lingering fears at this moment.
It's fully on display in his face.
Because, his avoidance of the scissors is not strength at all, but luck.
Simply put, if the scissors were shot at him, he would be the one who died at this time.
Wufter, who had just returned from the brink of death, even as an expatriate from the 'Secret Order of Quiet Night', was in a state of agitated mood at this moment.
Therefore, he didn't notice the strange light in the eyes of that Gelsak congressman.
Moreover, just when Wuft was about to calm down, a burst of hurried footsteps came from outside.