Let's go back a little bit back in time to when the rain was pouring down. Pen~Fun~Pavilion www.biquge.info When the entire holy city was shrouded in dark clouds, the soldiers had not been able to pass on the news from the front line, and the people of the holy city were hiding in their houses and shivering. The entire street seemed empty, like an abandoned city haunted by ghosts. The stone bricks, soaked in rainwater, turned pale like a human face. A wild cat roaming around the city rummaged through a bamboo basket for food, and it cherished this opportunity when it was usually only in the evening. Suddenly, the wildcat tensed, her backwards curled up ready to jump away, and the wet cat stood up. A bright red hand suddenly stretched out from the darkness, like a legendary female ghost. The wildcat let out a faint growl, then turned and sped away. The girl who stretched out her hand looked blankly at the back of the wild cat in the distance, revealing a stunned expression. Her pretty face loomed on the street corner, but it was not raindropped. I saw that she was holding a handful of things that looked like lotus leaves in one hand, but they were bigger than lotus leaves.

"Still hated by the animals, Miss Tifa. ”

In the midst of the rain, a man in a dark blue coat walked out slowly. His steps were slow, and he seemed to be walking hard. If you look closely, you will see that the man's leg is lame. One of his legs was long gone, replaced by a prosthetic leg made of wood and metal. This prosthetic leg is very delicately made, and it moves freely on flat ground and steps, and looks no different from a real leg. It's just that it's a rainy day, and the man has to be careful not to slip. The rain-soaked coat was heavily draped over the man's body. If one of the Holy City people lifted his hat, they would find that this person was none other than Master Cook, one of the Two Treasures of the Holy City.

"I should clean the blood from my hands and come back again. Tifa shook her head and said, "The smell of blood is too strong - no, it's the smell of blood, so that the lovely kid was scared away." What a sin, a sin. ”

"A murderer who talks about his sins?" said Master Cook, shaking his head, "You and I both know that the kitten didn't leave you because of blood. That's the original smell of your body, you're half-human, half-demon. The demonic power in you scares her out. Cats are more sensitive than humans, and they don't try to get close to a big sword. ”

"I'm not a fighter anymore. ”

"But you're still a great sword. Master Cook shrugged his shoulders and said, "You seem to have used a little too much demonic power lately, and your brain is still a little unconscious. Remember how I reminded you, your great sword often has a special reaction of 'demonic drunkenness' when using demonic power. The activity of the demonic flesh that had accumulated in the abdomen suddenly increased, and then the derivatives of demonic power began to enter the blood circulation. Places like the lungs and heart are fine, but the entry of demonic derivatives into the brain will only keep you unconscious. Some receptors feel excited, others angry, but most are paralyzed by pain and have a strong tendency to violence. I recommend that you do not use demonic power more than three times a month, otherwise it will have irreversible effects on the brain. You use more demonic power than a normal big sword, you can't go on like this, I suggest ......"

"It's not going to go on like this. No matter what it becomes, I'm still me. Tifa's face gradually turned cold, "That's what makes you annoying, pay more attention." Here's my advice to you. ”

"Miss Tifa, you should listen to your doctor. Master Cook said, "As your doctor from childhood. ”

"Alright, don't talk about me all the time, Doctor. Tifa shrugged his shoulders in annoyance, then stepped forward, "Shouldn't those soldiers be looking for you all over the city now, is it okay for you to follow me out like this?"

"No, I told them I was doing an extremely important experiment. ”

"Are they convinced?" Tifa asked, raising her good-looking brow.

"I'm not lying. Cook shook his head and said, "Isn't that my greatest experiment going on, the strongest spear on one side and the strongest shield on the other." Is it the best weapon I've ever made, or is it the fortifications I've built that are superior? Is it the humans who can win, or the demons who rule the ground? ”

"Shouldn't you be watching the outcome of the battle now?"

"It turned out to be boring, and they didn't even fight in the end. Cook sighed, "My research will continue—but for distraction." I have a hunch that by following you around, I can find new inspiration. ”

"I always feel like you're going to invent something more perverted. ”

"Aren't you using the product of my invention right now?" said Cook, gesturing to the thing above Tifa's head, "This umbrella is a prototype, use it with care." I know the strength of your great sword is immense. ”

"I'll take notice. Tifa nodded.

The rain lingered at the junction between the handle and the blade, washing away the blood from Tifa's hands. Tifa walked silently as he watched as his red hands faded into color. Blood trickled down the handle of the umbrella, dripping to the ground, and then down the rest of the rain to the side of the street. This drainage system is also the work of Master Cook, and the holy city is much cleaner and tidy because of it.

"So......" Cook muttered for a moment, then said, "did you really kill them all?"

"Of course, and by tearing them to shreds with their hands. The wound looked like it had been bitten by a wild animal. Tifa's icy voice pierced through the rain and echoed faintly through the empty streets, "At first it was the southern gate, and they all wanted to flee to the southern lands, where they had their estates and slaves. Then I overturned their wagon on the way and drove them into the woods. The north and east gates were blocked, and the west gates may have been caught, but I kept in hot pursuit. Leave not one behind, kill them all. ”

"You've done a great job, young man. Cook muttered quietly.

"I'm not as merciful as Alick or as incompetent as Palmer. Tifa bit her lip.

"You are also a nobleman. ”

"It used to be. Because it was, I know all the more how hateful they are. "I think I'm superior to others, and everything I think about is premised on preserving myself." Isn't such a guy just a stumbling block on our revolutionary road?"

"I mean, you should use them as puppets. Cook gave an eerie smile, "So—you see, those estates in the South can be turned into your stuff too." ”

"I'm starting to think you're even more disgusting than those nobles, Master Cook. ”

"Then please give me my life, Miss Tifa. ”

Cook said without nervousness, and Tifa was not surprised. Although the two have known each other for a long time, the relationship between them has always been in an extremely delicate state. On the one hand, Tifa needed Cook's technical support in many places, and on the other hand, she couldn't understand what Cook was thinking. Tifa learns a lot of Cook's secrets from his father's notes, but the more time they get along, the more Timfa finds Cook odd. He has a lot of identities - these identities are not his disguise, and Cook is actually enjoying a life of different identities. In other words, he has multiple personalities and multiple worldviews at the same time - that is, he has long been insane. Tifa had no way of knowing the man's true name, and "Master Cook" was only a part of his identity.

Thinking of this, Tifa shrugged helplessly. Her beautiful face showed a distressing sadness, and her body wrapped in a women's trench coat also looked a little thinner. Dealing with dangerous people like Cook is just a normal part of Tifa's life, as Tifa needs to become more dangerous than Cook herself.

The figures of the two men gradually blurred in the heavy rain, and they walked out of the plebeian area to the place where the nobles and priests were. There are no wild cats or bamboo baskets on the streets here, and the ground is littered with abandoned wagons and things thrown on the ground, as if there was a scuffle. Master Cook crouched on the ground and sniffed, then shrugged.

"The smell of horse urine, there used to be rows of carriages on this road. ”

"It's a pity that these fools don't know that if they stay in the Holy City, they might be able to live a little longer. ”

Tifa rubbed her slender wrist as if pity, and all the nobles who had escaped from the Holy City in carriages were intercepted by her. The footsteps of the two men terrified the people hiding in the house. The ground was full of corpses, some of them were chauffeurs who had been shot with crossbows, and some had their necks cut off by long swords. In times of crisis, the evil side of human nature is exposed. There is no doubt that there was an ugly commotion here. The high-ranking and violent will flee, and those who resist will suffer terrible atrocities. Tifa looked around as he imagined the chaotic scene in his mind.

The girl frowned involuntarily.

"Why, do you want to go from house to house and find out the rest of the nobles and kill them?" asked Cook, sensing that Tifa was in a bad mood.

"I'm not that ruthless yet. Tifa shook his head, "It's a choice, a harsh choice. Under the current situation of the foreign enemy, will these people in power abandon their cities and flee. I don't care what they made their choice, I know that some people stayed because they couldn't find the carriage. But as long as they get this multiple-choice question right, they don't have to die. ”

"What a domineering declaration. ”

"That's what the so-called revolution is. "Break everything that was in the past and establish a new order." These new orders are my will. Whether they are unreasonable or not, and whether they are better than the order of the past, will be left to future generations to judge. ”

The rain was still falling, and the rain flowed into a small river on the ground, and then into the drainage ditch on the side of the street. Cook studied the performance of the gutter as he walked, and every now and then he pulled out a strange pen and wrote something in his notebook. For Cook, the sudden downpour was a rare experiment. The ink he uses is also specially made and will not fade or get wet in a humid environment. Tifa looked at the corpse lying on the ground, a nun in the purple robes of the Twin Churches. The nun was lying on her face to the ground, with a pitch-black food box beside her, as if she was going to deliver food. Her hood was washed away, and her hair rippled down the water, like some kind of aquatic weed.

"The Twin Churches, special congregationals. Master Cook walked over slowly, glanced at the corpse and said, "The purple robe represents the ascetic for life, giving everything he has to God. But they have another name - the hounds of the church. ”

"Hounds?"

Such a helpless and devout disciple is well suited to do some dirty work. Cook shrugged his shoulders and said, he squatted down slightly and sniffed the smell, "Well, sure enough, the rice is mixed with medicine." Come to think of it, the Redania herbs, and what else, the cherry wine, can confuse the senses, but it won't work for you warriors. ”

"It's a boring potion. Tifa shook her head and stepped over the nun, "It's a boring church, too. ”

The two men walked in the direction that the nun's feet were pointing, which was the cathedral of the church. The most striking feature of the church is the statue of the goddess in the vestibule, which is older than the church. Legend has it that after the death of the twin goddesses, the statue was built in their likeness. The church was built to protect the earthly incarnation of the goddesses. Under the heavy rain, Claire lowered her head slightly, holding her two words in front of her chest, as if hiding her face and crying. Denisha looked up at the sky, her face blurred by the wind and sun, but there were two regular traces of water in her two sunken eye sockets.

A man in black monastic robes kneels in front of a statue of the twin goddesses, and the slightly plain gold inscriptions on the robes indicate that he is the current archbishop of the Church. The archbishop heard the footsteps of two people, his ears moved slightly, and then he turned his head. When he saw Tifa, the archbishop was stunned for a moment. When he faced Cook, he showed a sudden expression again.

"I knew it was all guided by someone with a heart, but I didn't expect that person to be you, Cook. The archbishop lowered his head again, "Why are you doing this?"

"I don't have any grudges against you. Cook said lightly, "But I don't have a serious opinion, this is the one who is in charge." ”

"Has the Starf Organisation finally discovered our research?"

That's when the archbishop paid attention to Tipha. Tifa's blonde hair and silver eyes led the Archbishop to think of him as a member of the Starff Order, which the Archbishop believed was a ghost of the Starff Order. Tifa looked at him indifferently, but had no intention of explaining it all. The archbishop was also surprised by Tifa's attitude, and in his eyes, Greatsword was not a person to talk to. The great sword is half-human, half-demon, a symbol of blasphemy, an inferior individual that the twin goddesses will not pity. Staring at the rain in front of him, the archbishop muttered as if venting.

"For many years, we have lived in the shadow of your organization. When I was younger, I studied the church scriptures. I wasn't a likable kid at the time, so I threw myself into the book. The archbishop sighed, "Open the annals of the Church that even old pedants with beards and mops are unwilling to open, and turn over the yellowed dossier." I know you, Greatsword's organization, Stuff. You are not from this continent, you have flown from the legendary overseas territories. Soon after your arrival, the continent was encroached upon by demons. ”

The archbishop stood up, and he shouted angrily at Tifa.

"You are blasphemous gods, and you carry blasphemous blood in you. Your sins have spread across the continent, and you have brought demons here. Before you overseas Inhumans arrived, there had never been such a terrifying monster on this continent. This monster not only sucks human blood and eats human flesh, but also disguises itself as a human. Their evil spirits keep us from uniting. Obviously, before this, the light of the twin goddesses shone on the entire continent, and both the lords of the south and the shepherds of the north followed the guidance of the church. Now, all the Church can direct is this holy city—are you going to take it away?"

"The twin goddesses taught us not to boil a goat with the milk of a mother goat. The monsters you brought took people's lives, and now you want to take away people's spiritual guidance? But with the power of the Twin Goddesses alone, we cannot fight against this evil organization. The gentle and kind gods of the twin goddesses, they taught us to cultivate and boil medicine, they led people to good, but they never told us how to fight. So, I followed the devil's advice. The archbishop looked at Cook, "Your skills are the source of evil. It was only when I saw the demons created by human hands that I realized what evil I had done...... I...... But we have no choice. There are legions of demons in the north, terrible demons in the south, and your organization. Your great sword is more terrible than the demons. Demons are nothing but beasts, but your great sword is still rational, and you will cooperate and will take power from us humans. Your great sword must be eradicated......!

As if tired of the archbishop's rambling, Tifa drew his sword and pressed the archbishop in front of the statue of the twin goddesses. The archbishop submissively stopped, he didn't want to anger Tifa at this point. Tifa gave him a cold look.

"Why didn't you run away like everyone else?"