Twenty minutes earlier, it had been said that at a stall less than 200 meters from the town's "chapel," Serra and the newcomer named "Cole" were sitting on benches in the open air, each drinking a bowl of fish soup.

Although this stall is small, the fish soup is really delicious, and people can't help but drink it with an endless aftertaste.

But neither of them was clearly focused on the soup.

I saw their eyes wandering between the crowds of people, but before intentionally or not, they always glanced at the door of the church.

However, to their disappointment, the church did not exhibit any anomalies.

It's not a Sunday, so there are people who come and go occasionally, but the number is not very large, and judging from the way they dress, they are mostly poor people.

This is a very common phenomenon in most churches in Europe, so there is nothing to pay special attention to.

Just as they were wondering whether it was necessary to continue monitoring, a fair-skinned and slender hand suddenly appeared in front of them, and refilled the bowl that had been empty in front of them with fish soup.

The moment that hand appeared in front of her, Serra suddenly realized something.

I saw her pupils shrink, and in a flash, she changed her body to a face-to-face posture, and looked at the other party with a wary face.

It was a young man, about 30 years old.

He was emaciated, dressed in a large black priest's robe, his hair meticulously combed back, and a pair of one-sided glasses on the bridge of his nose.

"You're here." The youth said.

It's just that the tone is as natural and friendly as seeing an old friend I haven't seen in years.

With that, he smiled kindly at Serra.

There was also a 16-year-old girl squatting next to the young man.

She has extremely rare silver hair, and her body seems to be due to long-term exercise, not only are her muscles firm and beautiful, but her skin also has a healthy wheat color.

Her eyes are big, beautiful, and dazzling like aquamarine, but her eyes lack the aura that they should have, and her tone, demeanor, and movements are as if she is just a little girl less than 6 years old.

I saw her put her index finger in her mouth and suck it, and asked in a milky voice:

"Alex, Alex, I'm so hungry, can I eat them now?"

The young man touched her head with a warm smile and said, "Not yet, Aurora, please bear with me for a while, Alex still has a few words to say to them." ”

After getting a negative answer, Aurora suddenly puffed up her little face, and said with an unhappy face: "Oh, Alex, then you can tell them quickly, oh, people's stomachs are really hungry, so hungry, so hungry!" ”

The young pastor named "Alex" smiled again and did not answer, but turned his head and said to Sierra in a light tone:

"Although it seems that there is no need for that anymore, I still have to confirm again, may I ask, are you here to capture Leonie von Einzberen?"

Serra just stared at him, but didn't speak.

But the constant silence seems to have the answer.

In the face of Serra's silence, Alex didn't care about it at all, he just waited for 5 seconds, and saw that he was destined to not be able to wait for the other party's answer, so he immediately smiled kindly:

"Okay, come with me, those two."

With that, he made a gesture of please, and then took Aurora's little hand and walked in the direction of the chapel first, as if he didn't care if Serra and the two of them would follow, and didn't care if he left his back to the other.

It was only at this point that "Cole" turned around in hindsight and stared at the other party's departing back with a shocked expression.

However, in his bewildered gaze, Serra had relaxed her tense nerves and seemed ready to follow.

The situation was urgent, and the middle-aged man whose real name was actually "Martin Scorsese" hurriedly grabbed Serra's wrist and said:

"Captain, you can't go, this is obviously a trap!"

As a newcomer, without the consent of the other party, he forcibly grabbed the wrist of his "captain" regardless of dignity, Martin Scorsese's behavior has clearly exceeded the due regulations.

But judging from his excited and uncontrollable expression, it was obvious that he couldn't care about it that much.

Serra, who was forcibly grabbed by the other party's wrist, clearly showed a look of disgust at this moment, but this expression flashed on her face, and then turned into a sentence without any emotion:

"Let it go."

Seeing the change in Serra's expression, Martin was obviously stunned for a moment, but he still had no intention of letting go, and continued to persuade in a voice that only the two of them could hear:

"Captain, although the other party is very strong, but after all, there are only two of them, we, we can meet with Alexia and them first, and then make a plan, captain!"

Serra didn't try to break free again, just stared at her with an unusually calm gaze.

There was pity, disappointment, sighing, and determination in that gaze, but to Martin, it seemed to Martin that it was as calm as if he were looking at a dead man.

Serra finally sighed, and said slowly:

"Hey, it's too late, the other party can show up to meet us in this situation, which means that whether we shoot or escape, we have already expected the other party."

"The reason why they are so fearless is either because they are overconfident in their own strength, or they have already planted a trap against us, but whatever the case may be," Serra sighed again. "I'm afraid it's all of them, and I can't run away."

Serra regrouped her emotions, her face was solemn, and she continued:

"But since this is already the case, why should we run away and bring unknown danger to Alexia and them?"

"It's better for us to stay and deal with them, even if we all die, presumably the movement after the battle on our side can already serve as a sufficient warning to Alexia and them, at that time, the enemy is in the light, I am in the dark, maybe there is a chance to turn the tables......"

"This woman !!"

Hearing this, Martin was immediately angry, "This kind of tactical arrangement is completely disregarding my life and death!" ”

In fact, Martin didn't understand these truths that Serra said, nor did he not think of it, but he was just unwilling to accept it.

"It doesn't matter if you're dead, but if I do, won't it all be over!"

"No, I can't die, I finally came to this supernatural world, I still have so many dreams that have not been realized, I definitely can't die here!"

But seeing that he suddenly thought of something, he immediately put away the resentful look on his face, and said in a firm tone:

"Obey the captain's orders, even if I die, I will be able to hold them back for as long as I want!"

Serra nodded with a flat face, and then followed the figure of the young priest towards the "chapel".

However, at this moment, the sound of breaking the wind arose, and a sudden change occurred!