Zhao Xi squatted on the roof of a house made of dirt, his eyes slowly observing the route of the three black-robed people underneath, and at the same time thinking about the destination of the three.

Although the three of them were turning around, and even sometimes going around in circles, from Zhao Xi's point of view, the three of them were constantly approaching a place, that is, the aristocratic castle on the edge of the town.

After determining the purpose of Bishop Darren and his party, Zhao Xi kicked his legs hard, and his body jumped forward, because the wind on his body was blown by the speed too fast, and after falling smoothly on the roof opposite, he raised his head to determine the surrounding situation, and continued to start to climb over the roofs, falling tightly behind Bishop Darren and his party.

The militiamen patrolling the streets were laughing and talking, and from time to time they took a large sip of wine from the water bag in their arms and poured a large sip of wine into their mouths, without noticing that there was a figure jumping around on their heads.

Time passed quietly, and Bishop Darren and his party finally reached the gate of the castle, and the two clergy silently pushed the gate of the castle open, and the creaking sound of the doorshaft turning reached the ears of everyone present.

Bishop Darren looked around and frowned, the soldiers who were supposed to patrol the castle at night could not be seen at all, which made the already remote castle feel a little more dead.

The castle with its gates wide open was like a giant beast with a big mouth in the darkness waiting for the enemy to enter automatically, and before anyone could even enter, you could feel an ominous aura from inside.

Bishop Darren stepped into the castle without the slightest hesitation, while the remaining clergy skillfully stood on either side of the door, guarding it to prevent others from entering.

Zhao Xi on the side looked at the gate, although he was a little curious why the garrison strength of the Viscount Castle was not as good as that in the town, and there was not a single patrol soldier in the castle, but the top priority was to enter the castle and see what Bishop Darren was going to do when he came to find the Viscount so late.

He still remembered the day he asked Old John to help him buy weapons, Old John asked him if he had any news about Viscount Seafar's imprisonment of the sick, and at that time he told Old John that there must be proof of everything, so Old John must have come to the castle when he came out in the middle of the night.

As for why Zhao Xi wanted to visit Bishop Darren first, he wanted to test whether Bishop Darren was involved in this matter, and now it seems that even if Bishop Darren was not involved, it is estimated that he knows the inside story.

Zhao Xi did not choose to enter through the gate, but found a wall that had been in disrepair for a long time and had begun to have bricks falling, using both hands and feet, using both hands and feet, through the gap where the bricks fell, lying on the wall like a spider, constantly jumping and moving upwards little by little.

As he climbed, he began to blame himself for his mouthfulness at that time, if he hadn't been talkative at that time, and had not told Old John to pay attention to evidence in everything, Old John might not have come to the castle alone, and he would not have been missing for so long.

At this time, Zhao Xi gritted his teeth and crunched, eager to travel back to give himself two big mouths at that time, saving himself from talking nonsense.

Seeing Zhao Xi, who was only a little distance above his head, his hands and feet grabbed the collapse under his feet, his waist arched, like a charged feline, his feet kicked hard, and the whole person jumped directly to the castle wall like an arrow from the string, and because of the excessive force, he also rolled twice on the wide city wall to eliminate inertia when he landed.

Fortunately, there were no patrolling enemies on the city wall, otherwise such a big move would have been discovered by the patrolling people long ago.

"This kind of thing really has to be done professionally, and sneaking and climbing are too difficult for me, so I knew that I would knock two people unconscious. ”

Zhao Xi, who got up, patted the dust on his body, muttered in his mouth, and looked up to see that Bishop Darren had just entered a hall-like building in the center of the castle.

Bishop Darren came to the familiar hall, although the footsteps were still as unhurried and rhythmic as before, without a trace of panic, but from the eyes of the Lord Bishop, it was clear that his heart was not as calm as he appeared at this time.

"Is it Uncle Darren?"

Before Bishop Dalen could reach the hall, the voice of Viscount Cipha came from the hall, with a deep sense of exhaustion, indicating that the master did not seem to be in a very good state.

"It's me, Sepha, how is your body. Bishop Darren didn't stop, talking as he went.

"Thanks to you, today is not bad, at least not as bad as yesterday. ”

As the voice fell, Bishop Darren had already arrived in the hall, looking at Sepha, who was pale and curled up in a chair on the opposite throne, and he felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

Don returned, as if sensing something. ”

After listening to Bishop Darren's words, Viscount Sypha's face did not have any surprised look, but coughed lightly a few times, and said softly:

"Ahem, he'll come back safely, maybe that thing has died in his hands, and I'm not surprised to notice anything. ”

"Is it true that the sweep that day was because that thing ran away?" Bishop Darren looked at the young man in his chair with a complicated expression, but he didn't expect him to tell the truth to himself now.

"Even if I don't say it, Uncle Darren will—" Before Viscount Sypha could finish speaking, he covered his mouth with his hand and began to cough violently, and when the coughing stopped, crimson blood flowed from between the viscount's fingers and dripped to the ground, merging with the scarlet carpet.

"Uncle Darren should have guessed it a long time ago, after all, since I was a child, I can't hide anything from your eyes. A smile appeared on Viscount Sifa's pale face, and his eyes were full of memories, as if he remembered what had happened when he was a child.

"I heard that Uncle Darren is helping the little girl named Dorothy find his father today, right? ”

After saying this, Viscount Sifa slowly stood up with his hands on both sides of the chair, took two tentative steps, and almost fell to the ground, so he picked up the knight's sword next to the chair, supported his body like a crutch, and slowly walked towards Bishop Darren opposite.

Bishop Darren didn't know why Viscount Syphah suddenly mentioned this, but he nodded his head and acquiesced, although he guessed that Old John's disappearance might have a lot to do with the young man in front of him, but there was no evidence, so he had to leave the doubt in his stomach.

"Yesterday when I was sick, I seemed to have forgotten to tell Uncle Darren about it, the carpenter named John, who had been here the other day, but was arrested as an intruder by my soldiers, and I remembered that there was such a thing when I heard the report from my men today. ”

Viscount Sypha said as he walked, and after the whole sentence was finished, he also walked in front of Bishop Darren, as if because he had just had a serious illness, and walking such a distance made him a little out of breath.

Bishop Darren looked at his pale nephew and remembered how high-spirited he used to be, but now he was weakened like this because of the backlash, and his body was not even as strong as his own old man who was over half a hundred years old.

"Did he inflict any damage on the castle?" asked Bishop Darren in a whisper, holding the frail Viscount Celepha by his arms.

"That's not it, after all, an old carpenter was discovered by the soldiers before he even infiltrated my castle, and is now locked up in the castle dungeon. Viscount Sifa chuckled.

Although Viscount Xifa's voice was not loud, he was clearly heard by Zhao Xi outside the door, and after hearing that Old John was not in danger, he breathed a sigh of relief and a smile appeared on his face. So he came closer, trying to hear where old John was being held.

Bishop Darren also breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that Old John was fine, he had enough blood on his nephew's hands over the years, he didn't want Sifa's hands to be stained with anyone's blood again, this plan failed Sifa's backlash might be a good thing, at least Sifa could live his life in peace.

"Then let me bring him out, I believe that after such an incident, I guess the carpenter has realized his mistake, and it is not necessary to show his mercy to his own people, isn't it?" Bishop Darren persuaded him.

"You're right, Uncle Darren, it's time to show me my benevolent side, for what happened to him is enough punishment for him. After listening to Bishop Darren's words, Viscount Syphar replied with some thought.

"Then when I am gone, I will take him with me by the way, and when I get back to the church I will baptize the poor old carpenter, lest he go back to have any nightmares, for the dungeons of the castle are not good places. Bishop Darren continued.

"You're still so merciful, Uncle Darren, well, he's in the dungeon..."

When Viscount Sifa said this, he suddenly lowered his voice, which made Zhao Xi outside the door suddenly a little anxious, after all, he wanted to go to see the situation of Old John in advance, and bring the news back first to let Dorothy rest assured, so that the poor little girl could sleep well today.

Just as Zhao Xi was hesitating whether to sneak in with the characteristics of the Cloak of the Concealer, Bishop Darren and Viscount Sifa were not on the door at all.

Before he could make a decision, he felt a murderous aura coming at him, he kicked his feet hard, and his whole body retreated rapidly, and at the same time drew the bright red long sword on his waist, and slashed in the direction of the murderous aura.

There was a loud bang, and I saw that the wall of the hall seemed to have been broken by some beast, and a silver light hit Zhao Xi's body, but it was blocked by the long sword in Zhao Xi's hand.

He raised his head and looked at the owner of the long sword, and it turned out to be the Viscount of Sifa in the hall just now, who was still weak and looked like he was about to fall at any moment.