"What did you say?!Marcos, he's dead?!"

The old man stood up straight from his chair, his arm hanging down weakly, and he took the damaged blade tremblingly, and his sad face seemed to have aged ten years in an instant.

"Who......?"

Master Myris's reaction made the corners of the pale-faced man's mouth curve into an arc: "Third Inquisition, Inquisitor...... Alfonso De Cavo. ”

Holding the broken sword into his arms, the old man, whose eyes had lost focus, sat back in his chair and unconsciously muttered the name: "Alfonso de Cavo, Alfonso...... Decavo ......"

Walking around the room, first dusting the stairs with his sleeve, and then sitting down at the staircase leading to the second floor, the man frowned and looked at the candle on the armrest, exhaled, gray smoke streaked through the air, and the candle flame was extinguished into a wisp of white smoke that drifted into the air.

He took out a well-made silver file from his bosom, carefully sharpened his nails, and glanced up from time to time at the desk at the monk who was immersed in grief.

In the damp and cold fireplace, the wind descended, blowing through the space where the air solidified. Master Myris's forehead was cold, his mind slowly calmed down, and he put the broken sword on the desk beside him, and the old man's voice was like a bellows with broken skin: "Throat bone, let's talk about it...... what does the 'Relief Society' want us to do this time?"

The man, known as the "laryngeal bone", put the repaired nail to his lips, gently exhaled and blew away the nail chips, turned his fingers over and over again, and said, "It's not about the 'Sutherland Relic', but the President received a letter from you a few days ago, and he is very unhappy about the loss of the aforementioned relic and his return empty-handed......

The old man sat up straight and said calmly, "As I said in my letter, due to the heavy snow blocking the road, my people could not reach the handover site on time. By the time he found the bodies of the members of the Relief Society, the relics had already been taken. ”

The throat bounced the dust on his nails, looked at Master Myris, and said with a smile: "You are the spokesman of the Heavenly Father in the world, and your words are the will of the Lord. I believe that you will naturally disdain this despicable trick of falsehood and deception. ”

The flickering candle fire, the dark steps where it was impossible to see, the old man sitting in the light, the man hiding in the shadows, glanced at each other.

Master Myris looked at the cross on the wall and said slowly: "The Lord always protects those who fear God, and His righteousness extends to their children." I keep my Heavenly Father's oath and faithfully fulfill His commandments. ”

"Very good. The laryngeal bone stood up from the steps, clapped his hands lightly, his face full of emotion and sincerity, and walked to the monk's side.

In the next second, the man's expression suddenly became playful.

He used the shadow of the old man to block the light of the candle, leaned down and said in the other person's ear: "However, there is one more thing I don't understand. Why did the Church, who was also a believer in the Father and the Messenger of the Lord, impaled Mr. Byrne's body, cut off his head, and abandoned his body in the wilderness...... Such a cruel and dehumanizing atrocity?"

Sitting in the chair, Master Myris's body trembled, the nails of his hands pierced into the flesh, and before he knew it, he squeezed out the words between his teeth: "It is a sin to harm innocent people for no reason, and to hate people who keep festivals without reason......"

Dip your finger in your mouth and twist your throat bone with your thumb and forefinger, and the candle flame on your desk disappears.

The man who slowly paced to the main door in the darkness pushed open the door panel, looked at the old man who bowed his head and was silent, rubbed his finger on his chin for a while, tilted his head and asked suspiciously: "I seem to have heard rumors that you had a son when you were young, and for various reasons, you gave him to a family as an adopted son, and the surname of that family...... It's like it's called Bourne?"

There was silence.

After a long silence, a low voice came from the room.

"There is no such thing. ”

Shrugging his shoulders, his throat bone nodded and responded, "I guess it's impossible, you are the oath of the Heavenly Father, so naturally you won't deceive me." ”

The man said as he raised his hand and swept it, and the last candle by the gate lost its light.

"I have always been an upright and sincere man, and you have taught me the difference between civilization and barbarism, and I should leave through the main gate. ”

With that, the laryngeal bone stepped back and closed the door.

Darkness poured into the room, swallowing up every corner of the light.

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After a full day and a night's sleep, Todd was sore and hungry, and his eyes were pierced by the sun. Looking at the sun hanging high outside the window, he clearly remembered some important things in his mind, but he couldn't remember.

After keeping his eyes open for a few moments on the bed, the relieved boy sat up abruptly from the bed.

"Damn! it's class day!"

Putting on his monk's robes, reading books and stationery, Todd pushed open the door and ran at full speed towards Master Myris's classroom.

Sweating profusely, he arrived at his destination, and only then did he learn a strange fact from the mouths of others.

"In the early hours of the morning, Master Myris, without leaving a word, left the monastery. 』

Todd, who didn't know what was happening, touched his shriveled and empty stomach, thinking that there was still a long time before noon, and wandered around the monastery with the idea of looking for Huggins, the "mobile food storage box".

After a fruitless search, he was discovered by Jerry Jerry, who was the "follower", and Todd looked at the tall figure behind him, and finally remembered where the guy was most likely to be now.

Sure enough, in the smelter at the foot of the abbey mountain, Huggins and Edgarna's familiar figures stood out among the craftsmen and apprentices.

Looking at the two dusty and excited guys in front of him, Todd sighed from the bottom of his heart, the magic of money is really too much for anyone to resist.

The Slavic man sat half-on the ground, staring intently at the stove with high steam rising, and when he heard the footsteps behind him, he didn't look back, but took out half of a rye loaf from his bosom and handed it over.

Todd broke the hard dough with his hands, and swallowed it in his mouth, and he finally felt a little full in his stomach, and he wanted to remind everyone close to the stove that there was a large amount of "lead steam" when the ash was blown silver, which would cause chronic damage to the human body. Although I took this into account when designing the furnace and installed a condensate deflector and an underground collection tank, it still had some impact.

But soon, Huggins's words made him lose his mouth in surprise and forget what he was going to say.

"I asked a familiar craftsman from a nearby village to make three more of these furnaces. The man's tone seemed to be saying something very normal: "By the way, I paid the other party as a deposit for the silver ingots that I smelted in the past two days." ”

Is this guy going to go into mass production?

But in this case, the paper will not be able to hold the fire, and sooner or later everything here will be coveted.

Todd, who just wanted to open his mouth to admonish, thought about it, there is no technical difficulty in refining slag in the end, and it is reasonable to be known one day sooner or later. Instead of hiding it, it's better to make a big profit before that and then stop it immediately.

Edgar did not have such a complicated mind as the two men, and walked up to the monk and said, "Uncle Huggins and I, I have prepared a 'gift' for you. ”

Gift?

Huggins stood up and patted the dust off his body: "A room, to be exact." ”