Lightning and thunder, wind and rain. A burly masked man wearing a horned helmet was shouting at the old man in a gray robe: "Hand over that treasure and I'll let you go!"

The old man snorted twice, and said with a disdainful expression: "Only a fool will believe you, if you want to get him, you have to pass me first." ”

The masked man with horns roared angrily: "Toast and don't eat and drink, then I'll step on your corpse!" said that, beckoning a junior brother behind him to rush forward.

They were bull-headed and horse-faced monsters, fangs and claws, wielding maces, and rushing towards the old man with a babble and shouting.

"Saha, Kura, Skye!" the gray-robed old man whispered intently, clasping his hands together and pointing forward. I saw the monsters fall in response, ignoring the lightning and thunder and the roar of the horned helmet, and dozed off.

The masked man was annoyed and angry, pulled out the three-foot giant sword behind him, and slammed into the old man with murderous anger.

Although the old man was rickety, his steps were very agile, and he dodged the fatal blow with one side.

The masked man's eyes flashed fiercely, his wrist flipped over, and the greatsword was as light as an embroidery needle in his eyes. The blade of the sword rotated counterclockwise, pointing straight at the old man's chest.

At this time, it was too late to dodge, and he was about to die in Jiuquan.

The old man's body suddenly changed.

The gray robes were covered with a layer of shiny and round obsidian, and the skin on his body was also calcified into, a little thicker than rhinoceros skin.

The three-foot giant sword slammed into the obsidian and was immediately melted and broken. The masked man was taken aback and wanted to go back. Without hesitation, the old man took out a handful of powder that had already been prepared from his shoulder strap, and with a remark in his mouth, he shook his hand and beckoned a sulfuric acid arrow to the masked man.

The masked man screamed in pain, discarded the broken giant sword, and scratched with both hands to catch the old man.

The old man said mockingly: "You go, tell your master, and send some useful people next time." I don't kill you wine bags and rice bags. ”

......

The clouds cleared, the wind and thunder stopped, and the sun gradually revealed.

In the distance, you can see a castle.

A few people suddenly trembled out of the bushes on the side, one of them was a fat-headed and big-eared businessman-like guy, he didn't dare to look directly into the old man's eyes, lowered his head and said: "It's amazing just now, you are a hunchbacked old man with bare hands can defeat a group of monsters with maces, the giant sword of that masked man is so long and thick, it actually broke when it hit you, what kind of person are you!"

"I, ah, I am a secular monk of the Fort of Zarat. Christian name Benedict. The old man replied lightly.

"Is this the monastery where the Holy Majesty was born today?" said the merchant with admiration.

"Exactly. Your Excellency is too dangerous to hide in the bushes just now, and you look like a businessman. ”

"I'm in the fur business, and I have to go north to pick up goods at this time of year. Just now, I was relieving my fatigue under the tree with my brothers, but suddenly the wind and clouds changed abruptly, so I simply waited for the weather to clear before leaving. Who knew that I would meet the monk you just now, it was really an amazing encounter. ”

"If you're going north, you'll be on the same road as me, let's go together, and we should be able to stop at Luther House before dark. The old man suggested in a friendly way.

The fat-headed, big-eared merchant agreed, but his brothers were embarrassed, for they were worried that the monster who had just intercepted the old man would find someone to kill him.

Benedict, the gray-robed old man, saw their thoughts and said with a smile: "Recently, bandits have been rampant in this area, and some people are preaching the catastrophe of the end times in the name of the Pope, so as to take advantage of this troubled water to fish and make profits. Look at all of you, honest and defenseless. Even without me, I am afraid that I would not have been able to reach the north safely. ”

"Yes, everyone has just seen the old man's methods. Why not have him alone?" shouted the fat merchant encouragingly.

Everyone acquiesced.

Someone asked curiously, "My lord, what treasure do you have with you?"

Benedict still smiled: "Baby is not a baby, it's all in people's hearts." If you think he's a treasure, then he is, and if you think he's not, he's not. ”

The fat merchant was also full of curiosity and questions, but he saw that the old man did not have any heavy luggage, but only a shoulder strap and a bag tied around his waist. No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a person traveling with a baby.

"I heard that the Deseth people have conquered the city of Rûm, and we will not be able to do business this time. Someone said loudly, "I am afraid that excessive taxes and miscellaneous taxes are inevitable." ”

"Ah, damn heretics!" everyone was indignant.

"I wonder what the Pope is going to do to counter the rampant attack of the Desserts!" said the fat merchant half-to himself, half-to Benedict.

"My Holiness and I are old friends, but we haven't been in touch for a long time. The gray-robed old man replied, "It is said that King Hope is ready to join forces on the continent and declare war on the infidels with the nations of the continent, including our Emperor Tamborans. ”

"This emperor has the best relationship with the Pope in recent terms, and he will definitely take back the holy city of Roma to the death. The fat merchant clenched his fist.

"Not only do the Dseths possess firearms, but they also have a large and feared number of high magicians. The situation is not optimistic!" Benedict frowned.

The crowd was lost in thought.

Without saying a word all the way, I came to the Luther House.

The House of Luther is a castle that can be seen from afar. He was a guiding beacon within a radius of miles, and people would rush there to discuss anything.

It is said that the Luther House was originally an eerie place, and its builder was a black magician with boundless power.

The black mage studied and stored all kinds of evil magic in the castle, and no one around him dared to approach him. Until a brave polymath monk passed by. He knocked on the castle door and strode in, calling out the name of the black mage as he went. The black mage was astonished that someone dared to call him by his name, and he walked into the castle without fear of death, and immediately smashed the brave polymath monk on the head with the evil magic that had been prepared for a long time.

But a miracle happened, the monk was unscathed, he absorbed all the evil magic, brewed into a sword of justice, and stabbed the dark mage into the heart at a rapid speed. The black mage was defenseless, for he had thought that the man would surely die, but he was pierced by the sword and instantly turned into a cloud of black smoke.

The dark castle was taken over by the brave polymath monks and eventually transformed into what is now the House of Luther.

Rumor has it that the monk later went on a long journey away and was missing, and that the shining sword was missing, leading to the latter's search for clues in the castle.

Our Benedict friars and the fat merchant and his party arrived at the castle that night, ready to feast and drink and then sleep well before continuing their journey the next day.

Find out what happens next, and listen to the next breakdown.