There are many things that can surprise people, among which murder is the most extreme method.

And what can be more surprising than killing someone is killing someone with a pivotal identity.

Standing under the eaves of the house, he looked at the crowd gathered in front of the church opposite, and he didn't know who smashed open the houses of several wealthy people in the neighborhood and moved the valuable furniture inside to the open space and set them on fire, so the crowd was dragged out by the fire on the walls of the open space and the nearby houses, and the figures swayed one after another, looking as if they were shadows from the terrible devil of hell.

"Everybody is a devil," Cleion said slowly, to the masked man who came out of the house, "but it's well hidden." ”

The Masked Man ignored Clarion and put on a new mask, his entire face behind the mask, which looked like a distorted face.

"I just want to kill that woman," the masked man said quietly, "I'm not interested in what you're going to do." ”

"Don't the elders see it that way?" Kryan said.

"When did you become a lackey of the elders, and haven't you always been reluctant to associate with them?" The masked man asked a little strangely.

Clarion let out a chuckle of "ha", seemingly unconcerned by the masked man's taunt.

"Actually, I made a deal with them," Clarion said, gesturing to the grumpy crowd across from me, "They helped me get something done, and I could get them more than enough." ”

"The descendants of St. Gufra have been completely degraded," the masked man roared in some anger, "it is people like you who have made all this degenerate, and it is not for this reason that our ancestors decided to form a guild to follow St. Gufra. ”

"Then what do you think they formed the Guild of St. Gufra? Is it for the sake of so-called faith? Kryan smiled sarcastically, "Don't forget that St. Guphra himself is a playboy, he has been deceiving people all his life, do you want me to remind you that even the money for the establishment of the monastery was used by him to support his mistress, this has always been known to everyone, even the church knows what St. Guphra is all about, so his holy name is never mentioned, and we ourselves know that he is actually the patron saint of thieves, liars and criminals, and we are such people." ”

The Masked Man didn't speak again, he just looked through the masked eyes at the noisy mob across from him.

"We'll rush in a moment," Clarion began, "we don't need to be too conspicuous, just find the cardinal, but this time we need to do it cleanly, I don't want to think that the Archbishop of Frankfurt and his death were done alone." ”

The masked man squinted at Clarion, although he knew that he was the one who killed the Archbishop of Frankfurt in the first place, but this was the first time that Clarion voluntarily admitted that the murder was related to him.

"It looks like it's almost there." Krion suddenly raised his voice slightly, and the masked man heard the voice, and sure enough, he saw that the crowd besieging the church seemed to be unable to bear it anymore, and someone had already begun to pound the church gate like a battering ram with the fallen wooden pillars.

A large cloud of hot oil suddenly sprayed down from the mouth of the beast's head that was decorated on the porch of the church, and the hot oil splashed on the heads of the crowd, causing a terrible cry of pain, and the crowd immediately became chaotic, and the people threw off the wooden pillars and fled in all directions, while the people who were splashed with hot oil rolled on the ground and howled in pain.

"Damn, they still have this hand," Clarion apparently did not expect this to happen, and he angrily ripped off his turban and cursed in his mouth, "These priests carry daggers in their arms when they pray, and when they are sacrificed, they pour poisoned wine not into the altar, and this Monteiro is a two-faced and three-stabbed man like his master." ”

"Or are they just like St. Gufra?" The masked man asked mockingly, then pulled out another short sword from his waist with his left hand, "I don't care what you're going to do, but you promised me that as long as I help you, you'll help kill that woman this time, right?" ”

"That's right," Cryan said behind the masked man and walked to the back of the church under the cover of the crowd, "I'm going to kill that woman if it weren't for you, you're going to avenge your woman, and I'm going to let that Cambrai know what pain is." ”

The two men quickly followed the darkness in the corner of the church through the panicked crowd, and when they came to the back of a wall that connected to the church, Kryan pointed upward.

The Masked Man immediately saw Clarion's intentions.

There is nothing special about this wall, but the end of the sloping wall is connected to the exterior wall of the church, and just above the wall that connects the outer wall, a small window is half-hidden to reveal a faint light.

"Isn't this someone already in there?" The Masked Man looked at Clarion suspiciously.

"That's why I'm asking you to do this with me. Trust me, this time we can surprise everyone. ”

Creon's words made the Masked Man thrill even if he did, after all, the temptation to kill a cardinal was too great for anyone to take the risk.

Apparently prepared, Cleion took a barbed rope from his bag and threw it against the half-open window, and the two men crept cautiously up the wall.

There were people shouting and running on the dimly lit top floor, and several panicked priests were making crosses on their chests while pouring hot oil into the oil tank with large spoons, and the screams outside could be heard clearly even in the church, but this did not stop the priests from busy with the terrible work at hand.

Cryan clutched his dagger and stepped on the narrow planks, the snorting of the beasts was so secure that the tank for pouring the hot oil was also on the church porch, and one had to stand on a row of protruding attic planks to pour oil into it.

"God forgive me for my sins." A priest whispered a prayer, and then poured the bubbling boiling oil down, because a filtered grate was installed in the mouth of the water faucet, so that when the hot oil flowed down, it would splash out in all directions as soon as the grate blocked it, so that it was completely sprayed one by one.

"God......" the priest began to mutter again, but before he could say the next words, the spoon in his hand suddenly fell on the wooden board, and the hot oil instantly burned his feet into a large and terrible pus, accompanied by the smell of the flesh being burned.

But the priest was no longer screaming from the terrible burn, and his body was slowly being lowered down, mixed with the hot oil on the ground, and the blood that kept spurting from his neck.

"Cardinal Monteiro should be in the innermost place," Clarion whispered, and he and the Masked Man crept along the narrow planks that surrounded the edge of the top floor of the church until they walked over the heads of a group of panicked-looking priests to a stone wall that led from the bottom up to the roof.

The only entrance to the stone wall was in a hallway below, and the two guards standing in the doorway caught Clarion's attention.

"I bet the cardinal is behind this wall," Clarion said in a low voice, "since the death of the Archbishop of Frankfurt, these people have all placed guards for themselves. ”

The masked man nodded, although he didn't want to admit it, but Krion's assassination of the Archbishop of Frankfurt did scare too many people, whether it was the bishop or the nobles, everyone was in danger for a while, so it was no wonder that Kryan became so self-righteous that he didn't even take the words of the elders to heart.

It's just that he really didn't understand why Krion was doing all this.

Crion carefully slid down the shadows, he knew he had to be careful, these guards were not easy to mess with, and the main thing was that he didn't want to make things known, he needed to let Monteiro die quietly, only in this way could he satisfy those who had spent the time in front of everyone.

One of the guards seemed to hear something, and he looked warily in the direction that Clarion was hiding, but because it was well hidden, Clarion was not worried that he would find out. 、

Sure enough, after looking at it for a while, the guard finally didn't find Krion hiding in the shadows, and this brief hesitation was enough for the masked man to come very close to the two guards.

The attack was launched almost simultaneously and ended at the same time, and the two men who pounced on the guards from both sides cleanly slit the throats of their respective targets, depriving them of a chance to make a sound from the start.

When he reached out and gently opened the door, Crean, who was still calm, was also a little nervous, unlike the Archbishop of Frankfurt, Monteiro was a cardinal, which meant that he might even become pope if he had the chance, and now he was going to die under Crean's knife.

At this moment, Crean felt his heart beat hard, not entirely because he might be the future Pope he killed, but more importantly, he knew what the consequences would be if he killed this person.

Crean cautiously flashed into the room, his feet on the carpet making no sound, and he held his breath to make his hands steady when he saw a figure leaning against the corner of the four-poster bed behind the heavy curtains.

Crean knew that the man was not a cardinal.

From the eyes and ears of the convent, he already knew that Cardinal Monteiro had to be bedridden because of his frightened illness, and that there was only one person with him at this time, a servant of the cardinal's side who had been with him for many years.

Crean's feet slowed, and as he rounded the bedpost that covered the drapery, the dagger in his hand was raised nimbly to stab.

The person who was sitting on the edge of the bed and facing the bed instinctively raised his head.

Seeing that face, Crean suddenly let out a low cry: "Master Priest, how could it be you?" ”

The man sitting on the bed did not show any panic at the fact that someone was holding a knife in front of him to kill him, he slowly stood up and looked at the stunned Crean, and smiled lowly.

"Why, didn't you think it was me?" The man slowly stood up and looked at the Assassin who had suddenly appeared.

"I didn't expect to," Crean had just calmed down from the accident, he looked at Cardinal Monteiro, who was lying on the bed groggily, put away his knife, and then bowed, "I didn't expect to see you here, priest......" He paused, and changed his words, "Your Excellency." ”

Alfonso, the former Palermo priest and now Bishop of Palermo, stretched out his hand to Crean, his huge ruby bishop's ring glowing red in the light, and when Crean kissed it, it was as if he were sucking a striking drop of blood.

"You're going to kill Cardinal Monteiro, aren't you?" Alfonso asked casually, and when he saw that Crean was about to speak, he waved his hand slightly to stop him from speaking, "You have been away from me for a long time, and you can decide for yourself what to do." ”

With a look of fear in his eyes, Cleion bowed his head to Alfonso again, humbly trying to get forgiveness from him.

"My lord, please do not say that, I am completely at your command," said Clarion in a low voice, "if you want the cardinal to live, I will protect him with my own life, and I will not let him be harmed in the slightest, but I beg you to forgive me for my ignorance of you and my ignorance." ”

Alfonso shook his head as if he didn't care about Clarion's panic, and he whispered, "That's not what I care about, I want to know who wants you to kill the cardinal." ”

Clion hesitated, but when he saw Alfonso's calm, but fearful, eyes, he finally relented.

Cleion leaned into the ear of the Bishop of Palermo and whispered a name, and then he was pleased to see the look of surprise on the new bishop's face.

"Why?" Alfonso looked at Clarion in confusion, and seeing Clarion's equally unexplained look, Alfonso couldn't help but look at Monteiro who was sleeping on the bed, "Why did he kill this mediocre sycophant?" This man is really of no use except to please his master. ”

Alfonso paused slightly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he suddenly laughed after carefully studying the cardinal for a moment.

"Carry out your mission." Alfonso suddenly ordered.

For Alfonso's sudden change of attitude, Cleion didn't ask why, he just drew his short sword cleanly, raised his sword in his hand, and pierced the heart of the cardinal who was still asleep on the bed!

Cardinal Monteiro died in his sleep.

"Krian, you know, what I admire about you is that you are purer than your brother Kunto." Alfonso gave Clarion a gentle tap on the shoulder.

Just as he was about to say something more, a commotion suddenly came from outside.

Alfonso's expression changed, he looked at Cleion, and when he saw that the Assassin was about to rush outside, the bishop shook his head, and he pointed to the sword in Krion's hand, and then to himself.

Cleion nodded, and he quickly circled behind the bishop, and the door slammed open just as he pressed the bloodied blade against Alfonso's neck.

Sophia, dressed in beautiful and mighty armor, strode in.

She carried a sharp sword in her hand, and her long curly hair on her head, unhelmeted, was draped over her shoulders.

Beside her, a group of bohemians surrounded her like a princess, countless knives and spears pointed at the assassins in front of her.

But then Cryan had a sarcastic smile on his face.

"Bohemian woman, lay down your arms, or you will have to celebrate Requiem Mass for the two bishops today."