"Oh, you're threatening me?"

The baron put the greatsword on his shoulder to the ground with great interest, and shook his arm pleasantly, as if he had discovered a toy that interested him, and teased with excitement.

"I have to say that you almost deceived me before, both the story and the props are very realistic, until you said this sentence just now, I am more convinced that I am faintly guided by God in my heart, you are an enemy undercover in disguise!"

It was too late, and as soon as the baron finished speaking, the greatsword was already unsheathed, and it was wrapped in the resentment of countless undead under the sword, and went straight to the little man's face, and I blinked, but I couldn't see how he made a move.

"Oh no, it's been discovered!"

I stood by the window and saw this scene, clenched my fists nervously, and exclaimed to Father Djokovic behind me: "I have to act in advance, Miss Duchess will trouble you to take care of it, wait until ......"

The second half of the sentence was swallowed in my mouth before I could say it, and I was forced back to my throat by the sharp pain from my lower back, and the feeling of coldness and weakness quickly spread unscrupulously in my body, I stroked the sharp dagger tip that came out of my lower abdomen, the metallic silver-white texture cut through the flesh and skin, and the blood was sticky and gurgling outward, covering a small piece of floor tiles under my feet in a moment.

I turned around slowly, and saw the priest's still kind and compassionate face, as quiet and pious as if he had just finished evening prayers, and the Bible tucked under his arm, against which the cross carved on the cover was so glaring and eerie.

"Heh......"

I took a deep breath, greedily filling every cell in the lobe of my lungs with oxygen, but the desperate pain and deadly coldness froze the organs up and down my body, my hands and feet fluttered and did not obey the call, my hearing and vision were degrading at the speed of light, the priest's kind face gradually became blurred, and even the sense of existence in this time and space was being pulled away layer by layer.

"I'm going to die again, grandma's, I won't cross again......"

I staggered against the wall, holding on to my opponent's feet and dying like a lowly dog.

"I've been preparing this dagger for a long time, and I've been keeping it close to my body, carrying a body temperature and a task that is about to crush people's souls."

The priest came over and put his arm on my shoulders as he usually would, and with a childish smile on his face, he continued in a slow and calm tone: "Don't you want to ask me why I did this? Or did you already guess how you ended up now? ”

"I just want to know what you can get by killing me, without me, the Vatican's fatwa would not have been able to have a more powerful impact on German soil than all the previous popes, so that for the first time, secular power would willingly bow down in front of the fatwa, but you made such a choice?"

The feeling of suffocation in my chest made me unable to gasp any longer, so I could only shrug the bridge of my nose little by little, put air into my lungs, and breathe rapidly: "Is His Majesty the Emperor involved in this matter?" ”

"You are about to enter the paradise of eternal life, and you will stand before God and sincerely repent of all the bad things in your life, and as the most faithful servant of the Lord, I will not let you question God with regrets."

The priest lowered his head, leaned closer, and put his palm into a trumpet shape and said to me: "You must always remember that you are just an ordinary little person, even if you are favored by God and temporarily have to be heard and questioned by the Holy Father, but do not want to transgress the restrictions of status, challenge the conventions that have been established for thousands of years, and destroy the deep-rooted traditions in people's hearts. ”

"Your sorrow lies in being too conceited, believing that you can change this filthy time and space, from Italy, you are no longer as obedient as before, your mind is full of devilish and evil thoughts, His Majesty is trying to save you, but you have chosen to go further and further, no matter where you can go in the end, please do not forget that the Vatican is the master of this world."

I tried to keep myself open, the heavy eyelids that were like iron on my face, and I listened intently to Father Djokovic, relaying the thoughts of the people behind the manipulation of fate, and the Grim Reaper stood behind the icon of God with a scythe and said nothing, breaking his fingers disdainfully to count the remaining time.

I pushed Father Djokovic away with all my strength, and with the dagger dangling from my waist, I insisted on taking the first step on my own, but my eyes went black and I never got up again.

Dark! The endless darkness is like the feeling when I have crossed over, the void cannot grasp the things around me, and the heart is full of indescribable fear.

Are you now traveling through a time tunnel?

I tried my best to open my eyes, but the darkness seemed to wrap me in sugar, leaving no gaps, and there was no roar of the wind tearing in my ears, and I wanted to feel my body, but I was weak and powerless.

Bastard! I was almost dead, I thought, and I just let it go......

The endless void just allows me to have enough time to think about the problem, and in this era for a year, I have experienced countless bloody storms, Jin Ge Iron Horse, the years are like a girl hiding in the corner and answering shyly, and unconsciously from the prime of life to a half-old.

I'm not the powerless otaku I was at the beginning, full of unrealistic fantasies, more training taught me how to grow in forbearance, and how to learn to be low-key in growing up, what I see and can't see around me are all potential enemies who wear masks and sharpen knives in private, every day is like trembling like walking on thin ice, and if you stumble, you will die, but before closing your eyes, the dead question that is entangled in my heart is, why did the priest who always looks sad and smiling on weekdays kill me?

Thinking of this, the young and irrepressible ambition face of the Pope vividly appeared in his mind, this young man who was helped to the position of the Holy Pope by his cousin, loaded with countless conspiracies and fights under the jeweled robes, willing but had to carry the grievances and dreams passed down from generation to generation in the magnificent palace of the Vatican, step by step to dry his own efforts, overcome thorns or bruises, and crawl towards the supreme throne in the world.

There is only one road to success, and there are steep cliffs on both sides, and if you are not careful, you will fall off the cliff and fall to pieces, the narrow and crowded journey is full of the unyielding and desperate sparkling bones of the long road ahead, I believe that his heart is struggling, but it is full of shackles that he can't help himself.

Maybe I won't be able to fully integrate into this era after all!

Even though he is now appreciated by His Majesty the Pope and His Majesty the Emperor, and has been promoted to a hereditary earl by virtue of his military achievements, the true faith in his heart has always been completely different from other people's pursuits, in fact, what he wants is just a safe and stable life, a dull life, but he still can't avoid being swept into the vast torrent of the times, rolling and spinning, and even a struggling wave will not rise, and he will be submerged in the invisible in an instant, which is the sad fate of the traverser.

"Your Excellency, Your Majesty......"

I faintly heard the voice of someone calling me, as if walking in the vast desert and almost collapsed, suddenly I saw an oasis, I eagerly wanted to find the owner of this voice, my hands grasped in the darkness, hoping to touch a warm body that reassured me.

"Who...... Who are you......"

When my throat was cut and coughing up blood, I found that the corners of my dry mouth were like the cracked earth of a long drought, and there was no life in a thousand ravines.

"My lord, open your eyes and see, it's me!"

When that voice said this, it sounded really familiar, and it seemed to have a close relationship with itself.

"Uh......"

I raised my right hand tremblingly, patted my groggy head, and the visual sense finally appeared vaguely, the light was not very dazzling, it was dark and dim, it seemed that in some big house that was not very well lit, the surrounding area was densely packed with large and small heads, so that the air could not circulate.

"Thank goodness you're finally awake, my lord, if this quack can't revive you, I'll chop him up and feed it to the dogs!" The bull's beard was untrimmed and his face was squeezed into my field of vision, and the bruises and purple scars made the already unclean face even more unbearable.

"Where am I?"

I struggled to sit up, but I didn't feel it as if I was disconnected from my upper body from the waist down, and there was a sharp pain in my lower abdomen, and I lowered my head to find that I had a thick gauze wrapped around my waist, but it was still a big blush, and the slightest movement involved the nerves up and down my body.

"You are now in the castle of the knights of Modiyunas, the plan to capture the city gate has failed, the enemy has detected it in advance, all the elite soldiers in the ambush have been killed, Jensen has been captured after exhaustion, I have taken a large army outside the city to attack tentatively, but because there is no siege equipment, I was defeated by the enemy, and I lost dozens of soldiers, so I had to choose to retreat before the enemy's large army rushed out of the city to pursue us......" The bull beat his palms in hatred, bowed his head and told me in detail what had happened.

"It's a pity that the fifty elite soldiers, they are all proud sons of the army selected after rigorous training, and the benchmark of the New Guard, should have slaughtered the enemy on the battlefield with high spirits, chopping melons and vegetables, but they all died tragically under the enemy's butcher's knife."

The bull told me in a low tone that these soldiers were all grown up by him little by little, but he did not expect that after this series of battles, all the family wealth that he had worked hard to accumulate would be in vain, and the county would return to the embarrassing time when there were no soldiers available.

(End of chapter)