If Jonathan was here, he would have found out.

The young man in tattered clothes and dressed like a refugee looked a little like Simon, the groom of his house.

Wasn't he with Father Merrill Huttonmal?

How he's here alone now.

To be honest, it's really a coincidence.

When the Dark Order set up a stronghold in the ruins, they had a person pretend to be an outcast.

Arrived in the small town of Gerry.

At that time, Jonathan's family happened to lack some subordinates.

Simon went. In addition, the salary is not much, the people are real, and the skills of driving the carriage are also very good.

Jonathan quickly promoted him from below. Let him pull the goods or something.

In this way, Simon, an undercover agent of the Dark Order, lived in the town.

Actually, this kind of life is quite good.

Simon feels like he's having a good day in town.

Don't worry about other adults' orders, do something you don't want to do. You don't have to worry about whether you can see the sunshine tomorrow.

It's really good.

You can do something of your own every day, whether you want to do it or not.

Every month, all you need to do is press the wagon for Jonathan to go to Connor.

When I came back, I didn't have anything to do

However, no one thought of it.

The church will send people.

There were only a dozen people. Simon didn't take it seriously at the time. The other small priests, he knew at a glance that they were the kind of teams sent out by the Church to train.

That new bird has no experience at all. If so, he's prepared. You might be able to kill a few of them.

Still, he sent a message to the stronghold.

At the time, I didn't care.

Who knew that it was such a small team of them that gave up the stronghold.

I really didn't expect it.

Still, that's good. Because his identity is only known to a few people in the stronghold.

Now the dead thing is symptomatic.

As long as you don't use dark magic yourself. Who would have known that he was once a member of the Dark Order?

Hasn't he lived in the town for so many years without anyone else discovering it?

He even went to the town church a few times to worship.

Isn't it particularly funny.

Simon was there stirring the fire, trying to make him burn a little brighter.

Who knew that fate played a big joke on him.

He had no idea that someone from above would be sent to clean the town.

At that time, fortunately, he reacted quickly.

Directly hid in Jonathan's big cellar.

However, what he didn't expect was this. Usually the ordinary old Father Merrill. It turned out to be a high-level professional.

Kill all those people of the Dark Order directly.

I can't stay here. It's too dangerous.

At that time, Simon had the idea of leaving.

Who knows if the people of the Dark Order will come. Even if they don't come, the church will send people.

What should he do if he is found. Can you just wait for death?

Either way, Gerry Town is no longer the right place for Simon to stay.

He didn't want to go back to the Dark Order. I finally got out of it.

Isn't that a fool when you go back? After all these years, he had long been disgusted with it.

So, at that time. He had the idea of leaving.

It's just that at that time, Jonathan didn't agree at all.

There aren't many people left in the town. His family can help him lead a caravan, and only Simon can reassure him.

If he leaves, he will have to go by himself to press the goods in the future.

How is this possible. Jonathan agrees with whatever he says.

Plus Simon, he also had a little luck in his heart. I just thought I could just take a look.

Who thought of this. I also got myself in.

Father Merrill: He's going to church. To have a driver. It wasn't worth it for him to drive in the town.

However, everyone else has already gone out.

Jonathan would find him alone in a matter of moments and a half.

There's no way around it. He had to go to Huttonmar with Father Merrill.

Simon pushed a few times and had to agree.

Although, he is well disguised.

But he was still careful on the road. I was afraid that Father Merrill would see something.

Luckily, nothing happened.

When the time came, Father Hutton Marmerill went to church. That's when he relaxed.

Mingling with the other coachmen, drinking the water-mixed arley wine.

It's really comfortable.

Simon touched the wine bag hanging from his waist. It's been flattened for a long time.

He had drunk all the wine in it the other day.

He touched the Holy Cross necklace he was wearing on his chest again.

There is also a small ring in the bag of the dress.

It's all still there.

Originally, he thought there was nothing.

He's always been well disguised. Even Father Merrill didn't see anything.

Or rather, he didn't even think about it.

A man who has been in a small town for seven or eight years will be a member of the Dark Order.

Originally, this was how things would have passed.

They will go back to the town.

Father Merrill then continued to stay in his church. Simon went on with his days.

Neither of them will have anything to do with each other.

However, who would have thought that fate would play a big joke on them.

On that day, Father Merrill came to him with a little displeasure.

Tell him that tomorrow they will go to the town.

The next day, Simon remembers that it was hot.

It's hot, it's muddy. There is nothing spiritual.

Simon, he didn't know what was going on with him. He and Father Merrill proposed to go down the trail.

As a result, they were attacked.

The other side mistook them. However, it is still necessary to start with the mouth.

I was already hurt.

It's already very eye-catching. Although, at that time, Father Merrill told him to hide in the car first.

But what are those people holding in their hands.

It's a crossbow.

At this distance, even armor can easily penetrate. Not to mention, such a carriage.

So, he could only wait for death.

But he didn't want to die. So Simon, he used the power of the Dark Order in it.

Pretend he was shot to death.

In fact, he has been observing the situation outside from the inside.

Only then did he know that the old priest he was accompanying turned out to be really powerful.

Four or five crossbow arrows in a row. can continue to fight.

Inside the carriage, he could feel the flames on Father Merrill's weapon.

That's the most disgusting smell of darkness.

Those people out there were no match for Father Merrill at all. As long as it is close.

Basically, there is only one death.

Simon didn't dare to look inside the carriage, not even to breathe. For fear that Father Merrill would find out that he was not dead.

However, Father Merrill was not in good shape. Inside, he could hear Father Merrill's heavy gasps.

However, there was no turning back.

Simon had a bladed knife in his hand. This was the equipment he had specially prepared when he left the Dark Order.

It's like a gauntlet's fist, except that it's a sharp blade on the outside.

As soon as Father Merrill lifted the curtain, he pulled the Sleeve Arrow.

Then, with his right hand, he swiped towards Father Merrill.

Father Merrill was simply defenseless.

Shot directly in the abdomen with a Hidden Arrow.

The arm blocked it and made a big cut.

Those things are highly poisonous.

Especially on the crossbows in the first place. Father Merrill fought with those men. It had allowed those poisons to spread all over the body.

I add this. I can't suppress the toxins in my body at all.

He could only kick the carriage hard. Kicked Simon out directly.

I guess I broke several shins. Simon figured out.

But Father Merrill was in a worse situation.

He really didn't expect it.

Simon, who the hell is he? And who are the guys?

I don't know.....

Father Merrill felt nothing but a buzzing in his head now, and a number of things in front of him were ghosted.

I can't see clearly.

。。。。。。

Simon took the ring out of his arms.

It also bears the high mark of Father Merrill.

He couldn't get rid of it at all.

In the end, he sent Father Merrill away. It's buried under a tree there.

Or rather, when he got up and walked tremblingly.

Father Merrill: He's no more.

He was covered in blood. It's that kind of black blood.

Simon doesn't even know if he did the right thing when he thinks about it now.

He didn't dare to bet. Don't dare to gamble. What would it be like for Father Merrill to find out that he was a member of the Dark Order.

So that's all he can do.

If you want to blame, you can only blame the world.

The firelight reflected in Simon's face.