In the middle of the night, a thunderclap woke Paris from his sleep, and without warning, he lifted the blanket on his body and found that he was already wet with cold sweat.

When he woke up, he felt sore, and the residence of the Inspectorate still couldn't compare with the luxurious palace, and even the bed was much harder.

He put on a coat and stood by the window, watching the bean-sized raindrops catharsis.

Outside the window, lightning and thunder roared, and dense dark clouds obscured the sky, just like Paris was feeling now.

Bran had already been thrown into prison, and the Holy See was under pressure to renegotiate the conditions with him, and with this bargaining chip in hand, Paris believed that he could deduct enough benefits from the hands of the Holy See.

But time was running out for him.

According to the Ministry of Intelligence, the Duke of Norrington would return to Tallinn in two days at most, thanks to the heavy rain that made his return journey a little more difficult, and also bought Paris a rare time to negotiate.

Thinking of the priest who remained in Tallinn now, Paris felt a pang of irritation.

The two sides must reach an agreement as soon as possible, otherwise all efforts will be in vain when the Duke of Norrington returns to Tallinn.

Thinking of this, Paris put on his uniform and tapped lightly on the table.

The voice of the soldier on duty came from outside the door: "My lord, do you need anything?"

"Took me to the guest's room. Paris pushed open the door, looked at the soldiers waiting outside the door, and felt a sense of relief, although Bran had been captured, but the guard beside him was nowhere to be found, Paris knew the true identity of the guard, in order to prevent assassination, so he strengthened the protection of his residence, even in the base camp of the Inspectorate, Paris was still a little afraid.

But he was not ashamed of his fears.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and thunder and lightning roared outside the window from time to time.

Before arriving at the priest's room, there were several sentries standing outside the door, who immediately saluted when they saw Paris.

Paris waved his hand and motioned for them to leave.

In the silent hallway, only Paris's shadow danced in the firelight.

Paris knocked on the door to the room.

"Please come in. There was an immediate response from inside the house, and it seemed that the other party's mood was also occupied by anxiety, and he couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, Paris chuckled and pushed the door in.

The room was dim, except for the faint light of a candlestick against the bedside, and Paris saw the thin figure of the priest standing alone by the window.

The window was not closed, and the priest let the wind blow wildly, and the expression on his face was very heavy.

And the paladin stood in the corner, his body standing straight and motionless, like a statue carved out of stone.

Paris saw that his eyes glowed faintly in the night.

Damn, doesn't this guy have to rest?

"Your Excellency, why don't you sleep so late?" asked Paris, knowingly.

The priest turned back from the window, his face full of exhaustion, looked at Paris head-on, and sneered, "I've been waiting for you, my lord. ”

It looks like negotiations have begun, Paris thought.

......

Tallinn City is exceptionally quiet on a rainy night, the darkness covers the whole city, and there are no patrols in the streets.

The soldiers guarding the city gates were drowsy, and even the watchtowers were empty, and in this weather, the soldiers let their guard down.

Under the dazzling electric light that swept across the sky, a dark shadow flickered, approaching the city gate at great speed.

No one found him at all.

"Why is the fire on the watchtower gone?" the captain of the guard kicked his subordinates who were sleeping on the side, and said with some dissatisfaction: "Go and see if it has been extinguished by the rain." ”

The soldier who was kicked awake opened his eyes in a daze, and he yawned, "My lord, how can you ignite it in this weather, it will be wet before you even board the fire!"

"Use your brains! You won't cover it with something?" the captain scolded viciously: "Go quickly! Light the fire and make it pitch black, if the enemy takes advantage of this time to invade, we will not have time to react!"

"How can there be such a coincidence......" The soldier was still grumbling, but he was kicked in the ass by the captain, and he muttered a few words of dissatisfaction, and then lifted the candlestick lamp and the tar in the corner, and prepared to climb the watchtower.

"Hurry up! The gendarmes patrol the night every day, and if they see the light source of the watchtower at the city gate extinguished, they will definitely arrest us back to the Supervision Department," the captain urged, and he did not dare to take chances in the strong oppression of the Supervision Department: "Negligence and dereliction of duty is a great crime, enough to be hanged!"

The soldier pursed his lips, put on a coat, and opened the door with the combustible.

A cold wind blew in, and the captain was aroused by this cold wind, and he looked at the soldier standing there in a daze, frowning and scolding: "Don't close the door quickly!"

But the soldiers did not react.

The captain felt that something was wrong, and he quietly grabbed the weapon next to him and walked up slowly: "Reiner, Reiner, answer me!"

But the soldier remained motionless.

The captain gritted his teeth and raised his weapon but did not stab it.

"Reiner, are you listening?"

"Reiner, answer me quickly! or I'll attack!"

"Click!"

The thunder outside the window rang out at the right time, and the dazzling electric light illuminated the room clearly, and the captain suddenly felt a creep, and he saw that in the direction of the door, the shadows of the soldiers illuminated by the electric light actually coincided!

Someone is hiding there!

The captain roared and stabbed directly with his sword!

Darkness descended.

The only light source in the room went out silently, and the captain felt his full force hit the flesh and stabbed it.

But there was no screaming.

There was a heavy wheezing and grinding sound, like the claws of a beast brushing against a wall.

"Who the hell are you?" the captain yelled, trying to calm himself down, but also trying to get his voice out so that the other soldiers could hear the strange and rush to their aid.

But on such a rainy night, the captain's voice did not travel far, and was muffled by the rapid sound of rain and thunder.

The other party roamed beside him, the captain clenched the hilt of his sword, not daring to relax in the slightest, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he could even hear the sound of his own heart beating violently.

What the hell is this!

The captain trembled in his heart, and fear took over his body and mind.

In the dark and rainy night, this kind of waiting and unknown is the most tormenting.

Knowing that the enemy is close to you, but not being able to find out where he is, the feeling of waiting for death is almost maddening.

But fortunately, the captain was soon relieved of this pain.

The other party stopped suddenly.

The captain saw a pair of golden pupils watching him......

......

The heavy gates of Tari City were being opened one by one, and the heavy doorways made a loud creaking sound.

The lightning lit up at once, and out of nowhere, hundreds of black-armored cavalrymen gathered outside the city, all of them and their horses were equipped with pitch-black heavy armor, and only their eyes and hands were exposed.

Silent and dead silent.

It's like death from hell.

In fact, to their enemies, this dark cavalry was indeed as terrible as death.

Yarrow wiped the drops of water from his hair and breathed a sigh of relief as he looked at the cavalry outside the city gate.

Reinforcements have finally arrived.

Let's turn this damn city of Tallinn upside down!

Under the cover of the rain curtain, the black horsemen were not noticed at all, and under the leadership of Yarrow, the cavalry galloped in the direction of the Supervision Hall.

......

"My lord, you and I both know that sooner or later the Holy See will sweep the continent," the priest sneered slightly, looking at Paris in front of him: "But the priests are not good at ruling the kingdom, and the future rulers of the Iron Stream still have to be selected from the heirs of the major families, and it doesn't seem that it is a smart thing for you to choose to blackmail the Holy See at such a time." ”

"Blackmail?" Paris shook his head: "I don't think so, as you said, even if the Holy See will sweep across the continent in the future, it will be at least a few years or even decades later, and before that, the main force fighting against the Capet family is still us, although you keep saying that you will give support to the Norrington family, but the verbal promise will not be believed by anyone." ”

"I need to be able to see the benefits that can be realized in a short period of time!"

The priest took a deep breath, it seemed that the inspector of Tallinn was not a fledgling boy, and he was confused by the pie drawn casually.

"So what do you want?"

"Silver coins, weapons, lots of armor and siege equipment. Paris responded, "I know you've amassed a lot of wealth in the royal capital, and I'll need to exchange it for supplies for the war!"

This bastard is really greedy enough.

The priest couldn't help but curse in his heart, the wealth and steel hoarded in the royal capital were originally used as supplies for the losses suffered in the war after the Holy See's army drove into the iron stream, but Paris wanted to keep these silver coins for himself as soon as he opened his mouth, which was a little difficult for the priest to accept.

"The Holy See's army also needs to be replenished, and when you actually go to war with the Capetian family, we will also participate in the war, and those silver coins will be used for military funds, repairs of weapons or fortifications. The priest explained.

"You won't?" asked Paris, "then there's nothing to talk about." ”

"Lord Inspector, please make it clear that we are now in a cooperative relationship, and killing Bran will be beneficial to both of us......" The priest was a little irritated.

"I don't want to hear this!" Paris interrupted the priest indifferently: "Let Bran go, I can still be my inspector in Tallinn, and I will be in power, one person will be above ten thousand, but if the Norrington family and the Capet family remain peaceful, then your Holy See will never be able to send troops into the Iron Stream on a large scale, and your plan to unify the continent may be postponed for decades, who will lose more, do you want me to remind you?"

"That's what you planned to do from the beginning?" the priest seemed to react, sneering, "holding Bran hostage as a bargaining chip, and raising the price at such a moment." ”

"I'm sorry, but the reputation of the Holy See has not been very good in the mouths of the nobles of Tieliu, and I have to think more about myself to cooperate with you. Parris smiled abruptly, "What about your answer?"

The priest fell into deep thought, Paris's words poked at his weak underbelly, as the other party said, if the Norrington and Capet families continued to be peaceful, then the Holy See's army could not defeat the alliance of the two families at the same time.