The drops of water slid down the blade, washing away the red, and Ferrante didn't feel the slightest discomfort, and the feeling in Evos City returned.

He stood quietly in the courtyard of the manor, the world in his sight seemed to be separated by a film of water, and countless twisted souls swallowed him and the entire manor.

They roam around like fish, like schools of fish in the sea, and every living person who touches them will stiffen on the spot, and the soul will be withdrawn from the body, torn apart, and chewed.

The corpse that fell to the ground was dark and blue, the skin was oozing with wax like fish oil, and the eyes were dark and silent.

One minute, one minute, the whole manor fell silent, and laughter melted into the night.

Ferrante put away his sword, and countless souls were washed away by the rain and disappeared.

He walked slowly into the room, where the Count was lying on the table in the dining room, and the roast meat still smelled of tempting aromas.

Walking to the side of the table, Ferrante flipped the whole table to the ground with both hands, the porcelain crackled and shattered, and the thirty or so men outside arrived belatedly.

"Let's eat something first, and then go to the cellar to carry grain. ”

Two days later, in the evening, the rapid convoy slowed down and drove into the city, heading for Poseidon Church.

Sophia, who received the news in advance, had been waiting for a long time, looking at the bags of rice noodles and even meat steaks removed from the car, and smiled heartily.

"Where did you get that?"

"Bought it, do you think I'm short of gold coins?" Ferrante said with a smile, hiding the coldness in her eyes.

"Yes, you are the son of Duke Roy. ”

Sophia's eyes were crooked into crescent moons, and her tone, though mocking, was actually a joke.

After bringing food into the church, the two chatted casually, and with these supplies, many refugees in the city would get a temporary respite before the next church supplies arrived.

Finally, looking at the back of Sophia leaving, Ferrante unconsciously curled the corners of her mouth, she hadn't communicated with someone like Sophia for a long time, and she felt good.

He has seen too much flattery since he was a child, even in the academy, where children know what to do from an early age, and making friends is purposeful.

Even if he later met Sost and Cassia Ming, these two people, one like an old fox and the other always pretending to have something in his heart, felt completely different from Sophia.

Standing quietly in place for a while, Ferrante put away his smile and turned to look at the overwhelmed men, they had already seen the appearance of those corpses when they were dealing with the manor, and they were naturally frightened a little, and even looked at Ferrante's eyes with some fear.

A bag of gold coins was thrown onto the carriage, and Ferrante nodded: "You will follow me in the future." ”

In a word, the men who often drift on the sea understand that taking money, mixing with it, eating and drinking spicy food, is no different from being on the sea.

"Yes! Captain!"

The carriage slowly stopped, and Ferrante walked into the room alone, looking at the sarcophagus in front of him in silence.

He could feel the endless souls roaring, hungry, crazy, bloodthirsty.

And among the countless souls, there is a small area that gives him a chaotic feeling, just looking at it, it seems to put him in the abyss of the sea, or the tsunami of the sky to shoot at him.

Taking a deep breath, Ferrante put the sarcophagus in the carriage and returned to the rescue point.

His place of residence was a separate courtyard, and the carriage was parked in a corner where it was not easy to be found.

In the room, Ferrante did not light the lamp, relying on the moonlight vision, the smoke filled the room, and after smoking the remaining half of the cigarette roll, he opened the map and began to look for the next target.

......

Sears City, Royal Palace

His Majesty the King of China in the main hall leaned on the throne, supported his chin with one hand, and watched the heads of the major churches in the local area below.

Combined with the news from the headquarters, after Sost and Ferrante left from Evos, they went to the Academy of Magic to learn that the end was coming. Archbishop Bright said.

"So we should thank them?" a leader who had come from afar put down his teacup, "Duke Roy, would you like your son to come here and dictate it himself?"

"President, my son will be disciplined well. ”

"You ......"

"Ahem...... His Majesty the King coughed, "Regarding the war of the last era, there are not many records of the royal secret books, but now is not the time to bargain, the churches serve the gods, the world is in danger, I don't know what everyone can do?"

"The new Pope of Light has spread the word that the popes of the major churches will gather in Avos next month to discuss a solution. ”

"The High Priest of the Orc Council and the Dean of the Dwarven Holy Mountain Turin Academy have set out and are expected to arrive next month. ”

"The ship of the Church of Poseidon has docked in Idores, and His Majesty the Pope is heading towards Evos. ”

His Majesty the King nodded, looked at Duke Roy and said:

"Roy, you're going to Avos for me. ”

"Yes, Your Majesty. ”

Then the crowd talked to each other again, and then they dispersed, leaving Duke Roy alone.

"Roy, when you arrive in Avos, be cautious and take a good look at the Kaeya Empire. ”

Duke Roy was stunned for a moment, these words are already equivalent to making it clear, did Your Majesty start the idea of the Kaia Empire at this time?

But as the minister of the principality, Duke Roy had no choice but to agree, but before he could speak, the guards entered the main hall and reported to the king about the west coast.

Although Ferrante's actions were hidden, they could not be concealed for long, and the assassination of several of the consuls of one side was soon discovered.

The king's eyes narrowed, and his fingers unconsciously tapped the throne, and Duke Roy knew that this was the king's expression of rage.

"Roy, leave as soon as possible, leave the West Coast business to the God of War Church. ”

......

Outside the manor where Ferrante had attacked for the first time, a group of knights was parked on the side of the road, and the leading archbishop stood at the door of the utility room, staring coldly at the corpses piled up inside.

The dark yellow armor collided, he leaned down and stroked his fingers over the rotten skin, the wax like fish oil was sticky and slippery, his eyes narrowed, and his subordinates on the side just finished reporting the search.

"Didn't you lose any valuables? This is not a simple assassination, it is a cultist ......"

......

Half a month has passed, and the refugees in this city have gradually improved in terms of satiety.

One is that Ferrante's actions have brought them a lot of food, and the other is that a few months have passed since the storm, and there are more fish in the offshore area.

Although the number of fishing boats is small, at least at low tide you can catch a lot of fish.

But Ferrante knew that he had only ensured the stability of this city, and that many cities in the affected area were still struggling.

So he planned to do it again, and the food he got would no longer go to this city, but to other cities.

He knew that he was approaching an abyss, and if it was discovered that he had done it, the consequences would be unimaginable, but ...... Let's do a little bit of it.

A group of men went out of the city at night, and after two days of travel, they arrived at the predetermined place, which was the estate of a viscount.

Dark clouds obscured the moonlight, and the thirty or so men made a detour back as they were customary, and they never asked how Ferrante had dealt with the guards, just as the sailors never asked the captain where the treasure was buried.

It didn't rain tonight, but the long sword in his hand still oozed waterdrops, and as one of his swords fell, the army of the undead swept down again, rushing towards the manor.

But Ferrante, who thought it was inevitable, suddenly frowned, and an uneasiness welled up in his heart.

Countless souls poured into the manor, and the sound of swords falling to the ground came and went, but at this moment, the room in the manor lit up with a yellow light.

The light illuminated the night sky through the window, and the door shattered, and the soul that rushed into the house was instantly extinguished.

The armor clicked, and the archbishop of the God of War Church, who had been ordered to investigate the matter, walked out with a heavy sword in his hand, and his gaze instantly fixed on Ferrante's face.

Despite wearing a mask, Ferrante could still feel the feeling of a hunter meeting his prey, only this time he became the prey.

Knowing that he had been ambushed, Ferrante turned and walked away, and disappeared into the dark woods on horseback.

"Archbishop, there are thirty more people caught in the back. ”

"Look, follow me for the rest!"