The ancient outline of the Louis Chapel directly in front of him was displayed above the treetops, and it was clearly visible here, and Qin Yunhao even recognized the Holy Lord Spire that he had never been to before for a moment. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The noisy crowds crowd at the intersection even in the evening, and for the whole of Nottingburgh, the Louis Chapel at dusk is undoubtedly a must-see beauty, with the Cumberland Mountains in the background becoming a natural backdrop, and the chapel in the shade of the green shimmers in dappled light and shadow. Above the high spire was a hazy steam.

It was wonderful, Qin Yunhao shuttled into the crowd again, and the smell of sweat around him was really uncomfortable. But for a fugitive, especially a smart fugitive, of course, the more people the better.

At the corner of the street, two groups of people and horses fanned out, and the white clothes were so eye-catching in the dark sky. They continued to cross-examine, and the leader held a black mass in his hand.

No, Qin Yunhao's heartbeat slowed down, that's my coat.

His gaze swept around him, and he was sure again and again that no one had taken off his coat but himself, and now he was undoubtedly the most suspicious of all, not to mention that some, the knights who had seen him, were not too strange to his coat.

They actually went back and searched the place they searched again?

Qin Yunhao moved quietly through the crowd, but it was obvious that the knights were moving faster than he imagined, and he could even hear the sound of conversation coming from behind.

People have exposed my whereabouts...

He was almost at the edge of the crowd, and there was already a sparse crowd ahead, and once out of the crowd the knights would easily spot him.

I had to do something! His gaze wandered through the crowd, eventually locking on to an elderly man.

Marconi Wells!

Qin Yunhao had also treated his chest not long ago.

While no one is paying attention to me now・・・・・・ Qin Yunhao turned his head to look around, he approached little by little, and soon Marconi noticed him.

"Hey." Qin Yunhao's voice was not loud, "Can you recognize me?" ”

"Are you Doctor Qin?" Marconi reacted immediately.

"It's me, I've got to ask you to do me a favor..." his eyes glanced behind him, "I'm in trouble." ”

"What can I do?" Marconi asked softly.

"Hold back the pain!" Qin Yunhao's hand slapped Marconi's chest, and then Marconi fell to the ground with a painful cry. He had some difficulty breathing, and his face turned red. People quickly noticed him and immediately moved closer to him.

"Oh no, what's wrong with you, uncle!?" Qin Yunhao's face was flustered.

An old lady squeezed through the crowd, gesturing her fists at her own chest, shouting, "You beat him on the chest!" ”

"No, CPR will only make him more miserable at this time!" Qin Yunhao took two steps, "Let me go, I have to find a priest!" ”

He slipped through the gap and ran with all his might towards the side street in front of him.

The knights saw the figure in the distance, and were about to chase after him, but the crowd blocked their way, and they tried to track his whereabouts, but soon the crowd had shaking heads blocking their view, and when they looked again, the streets were empty.

"Let's take a look at the wounded first." The chief knight was not flustered, "The good news is that I saw his face. ”

They surrounded Marconi, and a knight went to help him up, and they undressed him, his chest was pitch black, as if he had just been blown up by a cannonball.

It was an internal hemorrhage, and he had apparently been seriously injured a long time ago.

This is the second homicide of the day. The knight's eyes were open, his gaze was in the distance, and it seemed that a figure running with all his might was sketched there, and now you have two lives on your back, and when I catch you...

"Let's go," the chief knight ordered, "he's hopeless." He reached out and rubbed his eyebrows, "Now it's time for us to move on to our clever opponent." ”

They relined and were about to move forward when they were suddenly interrupted by a hoarse voice, "Wait・・・・・・・

The chief knight turned his gaze to the back again, and Mr. Makeny's chest heaved violently, and the utterance of two words was a terrible pain for him. His eyes were rolling around, and he was desperate for help with his gaze.

"I'm just relieving now." Marconi sat up with a girl's support, "Thank you, Victoria. Then he could barely make eye contact with the chief knight, "He asked me about the way to the costume museum・・・・・・ he should be almost to Chausson Street by now... ”

The Knight Chief thanked him, but also apologized for his inability to do anything about his injuries. Makeni smiled and waved his hand, he folded his hands against his chest and prayed softly, "I hope I can help you... All good intentions will be protected by God." ”

Although his chest ached, the devotion on his face did not diminish in the slightest, and the knights left in high spirits, and everyone took his prayer as a blessing to the knights.

"Let's go, Victoria." Makeney looked very happy, "It's time for us to go home, too." He coughed twice and spat out a mouthful of blood, but his mood grew, "This is the last treatment, I feel that the bones in my chest are completely healed." ”

Victoria remained silent, listening to Mr. Marconi's nagging as she walked, occasionally smiling and sighing at the sunset・・・・・・

The knights crossed the path to the commercial area, and under the arrangement of the chief knight, they searched the various clothing stores in the commercial area, and he himself walked straight to the costume museum.

He needed a suit of tunics at such a moment, the chief knight thought to himself, he must not have thought that Mr. Makeny still had a breath of air.

As for the Louis Chapel, where would a fool go, but even if he did, it wouldn't be a big deal—a large group of knights were waiting for him to drink a jug.

This glorious mission is coming to an end, and the Knight Chief is complacent, and I will put an end to evil.

But in fact, this gorgeous dance in the dusk has just begun.

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