When the battle of the Colddew Villa came to an end, the unrest and chaos of the night of Ruthta were spreading, and the December Square was crowded, and the statue of the Duke of Durot stood in the middle of the square, straddling his earth dragon 'Lone Fire', holding a long sword, and the long sword 'Cuckoo' pointed straight ahead. [Latest Chapter Interview wèn: {Dagger Qi Ы}]

Under the indifferent gaze of the stone statue of the demon slayer, a group of careerists and conspirators in the night of Rusta were ready to move, as if a grand show was opening the speech, just waiting for the curtain to open.

As if to make a note on this, someone in the distance was preaching loudly, and the piercing voice was like two files, like a sharp metal ringing in the ears

"The noble master will surely return to the world to save and cleanse this filthy qiē!"

In the poem of the Firmament, an epic poem about heroes, the angel Eloma with the holy sword slays the evil god Fredry, and then dies with the Legion of Dusk, and after its fall, the blood flows into a lake, and it is twelve centuries before someone recovers one of her shields from the lake, and Geert, the king of fire, founded the city - in the Cruz language, Rusta represents a symbol of holiness, justice, and victory.

The Secret Cultists declared that the Empire was brutal and unknown, and that after a thousand years, Akroma would return to the land and punish the evil Queen.

This rumor was unfounded, but it was so widespread under the Queen's rule that people believed it, as if they were self-hypnotizing.

Setty mingled with the crowd, hot breath coming from all directions, mixed with the stench of sweat and feces, her hair was wet and clung to her pale cheeks, but the girl was unaware, and only looked at the square without blinking.

In the crowd, the cultists of the Secret Order in impenetrable thick cloth robes were forming a circle, criss-red patterns crisscrossing the ground of the square in the center of their hearts, and the blood taken from the lamb was smeared on the pitch-black stone, like thorns sprouting from hell, quietly, exuding an aura as if a bloody storm was coming.

But people don't realize it. The square echoed with a buzzing voice, and the cultists were chanting words and praising some mysterious name.

"Ayroma!"

"Ayroma!"

A powerful and oppressive aura permeated, and the crowd was in a commotion. Then someone shouted as if they were going crazy, and the frenzy quickly spread. The crowd seemed to be enchanted, everyone raised their arms, sweating and hoarse, and Setty was separated from Al as soon as the crowd flowed. But she didn't realize it at all, and she raised her hand as well, and a burning ring of fire seemed to be reflected in the depths of her blue pupils.

In the midst of the tidal noise, she seemed to find a peaceful and comfortable place, she saw the archangel holding the holy sword stride out from a white light, the angel waved the long sword in the direction of the imperial palace of the empire, the palace suddenly fell into a sea of fire, Seti seemed to see the evil empire under the sword burning, the nobles let out a sharp scream, and the queen was also crying and wailing in the pain of the flames.

She saw her brother who had died in the war in the South. To see that abominable war, to see all the people who caused this pain—those in power she hated, even the indifferent and numb people, who were reduced to ashes in the flames.

When the whole world turned into a sea of fire, she couldn't help but stand in the flames and laugh.

"That's right, burn them!"

A voice echoed in her head.

"Burn those damned rulers!"

"Burn those nobles with fat brains!"

"Burn those infidels!"

"Burn this qiē, this evil and filthy world!"

But the illusion soon wore off, and Seti saw someone dragging him behind his back, "Al? She regained her senses and looked back. only to find that standing behind him was a secret cultist.

The other party's whole body was shrouded in a thick black cloth, leaving only one eye to sparkle and a cold light shining inside.

For a moment, Seti almost thought she had seen a poisonous snake - she subconsciously took a step back.

"The bishop is looking for you."

"The Bishop is looking for me?" Setilen paused for a moment. Only then did she remember what Al had said to herself in the afternoon, she looked around, but she didn't find any trace of her lover, "What about Al?" ”

"You'll find him, after the ceremony is over." The cultist replied coldly.

Seti didn't dare to say more, she knew the consequences of disobeying the bishop's will, and nodded silently. Follow the cultist out of the crowd.

One after the other, the two of them walked into a shop near the square, which looked like a bakery, and the outline of the oven could still be seen in the dark room, but several tables had been overturned to the ground, and the floor was in shambles, and behind the overturned tables stood several Secret Cultists in the same costume, and the Bishop stood in several rooms.

The Bishop was a kind-looking old man, his wrinkled face seemed to be glowing with kindness, his sparse white hair tucked together in his bald head, and a few age spots like dirt were hidden in the shadows.

Seeing Setty come in, he nodded gently, "Setty, good evening." ”

"Good evening, Bishop." Seti looked a little uneasy.

"Don't be nervous, my child, I'm here to tell you something."

"Your Excellency, Bishop?"

"We have just received news about this matter not long ago, because it has something to do with you, and as a believer in God, I think you have the right to know." The old man's eyes narrowed, and there was a glint of unknown meaning in his blue-gray eyes.

Seti was stunned, and he didn't understand what could be related to him, and that he could alarm His Excellency the Bishop.

"Would you like to hear it?"

She nodded.

"It's about your brother's murderer."

"What!?" The girl's eyes widened like a frightened cat, and her hair stood on end. Her brother had been drafted into the army for the Empire's war against the South and had died in a foreign land, and the clergy of the Secret Order had told her that the culprits of the capital were the nobles who had started the war out of greed, and that she had always regarded them as murderers, but now the bishop had told her something else.

"There's nothing hidden here, my child, but you should know that your brother died at the hands of the Eruin, and do you know who the Eruin were who commanded that war?"

Seti was stunned for a moment, then shook his head slightly. Although she was not a country girl, she could not have known much about the wars that took place outside the empire thousands of miles away. In fact, she didn't even know where the war took place, only that her brother died in that war.

"That man is the count of the kingdom of Eruin, and his fief is in Tonigel."

"It's these greedy aristocrats again." Seti thought through gritted teeth.

The bishop sighed before continuing, "My child. What I want to tell you is that you have met each other more than once in the past few days. ”

"What...... What the? Seti froze.

"Do you remember those Eruins living in your inn?"

"Yes...... It's them. ”

The bishop nodded, confirming Setti's guess. Then he looked at Seti silently. The girl seemed a little uneasy, frowning and not knowing what she was thinking.

"What are you thinking, my child?"

"I—I don't know, Bishop, what should I do?"

"If you want revenge, that's fine, my child, but it's dangerous for you......"

"I am not afraid of danger, Your Excellency," replied Setti, in a somewhat trembling voice, "I ...... But I don't know what to do......"

"You want revenge?" The bishop's blue-gray eyes seemed to be covered with a gray color.

Seti hesitated for a moment. But the image of the elder brother suddenly appeared in his heart, and he nodded firmly.

"But if anything happens to you, have you thought of your sickbed father, my child?" The bishop is kind and seductive.

"Ah...... Alka will help me take care of my father......"

"Arka, I know this young man, he's your lover, right?"

Seti's face was very gray, she lowered her head, and nodded weakly.

The bishop's face was hidden in the shadows, and there was a smile on his lips.

"You want revenge. It won't work against Count Toniger, my child," he said slowly, his voice low and hoarse. As if it contained magical power, little by little pry open the Pandora's box of Seti's mind, "But you can target the people around him, like he killed your relatives......"

"And the Earl happens to have a fiancée with him......"

……

Setty didn't know how she had come from Rusta, and she stumbled down the avenue for carriages, not far from the familiar woodlands and the sparkling riverside in the moonlight. The inn of Old Kent stands on the other side of the bridge. It looked like a hazy black shadow in the night.

She was familiar with the sights on both sides of the road, but at this moment it felt unfamiliar, and the forest seemed to hide a myriad of pairs of ill-intentioned eyes, which stared at her in the holes between the trees.

In the distance, the chirping of night owls was ethereal and cooing, and occasionally the sound of flapping wings could be heard in the woods, the sound of these winged creatures catching voles in the woods.

The voices made her tremble, and she felt as if she were an aimless lonely soul wandering through the wilderness.

As the old Kent inn drew nearer, the outline of the wooden and stone building gradually emerged from the darkness, immersed in the dark and silent signboards and window lattices, gradually fading the blurred colors and gradually becoming distinct in the moonlight.

But Seti walked more and more slowly.

She shuddered and reached into her arms, where there was a bottle, which she held in her hands, and the cold touch of the porcelain made her heart skip a beat.

She gasped softly as if holding her own destiny.

The bishop's words came out of a mushy mind.

"You have to find a way to make that woman drink this bottle of poison, you are the waitress of the inn, there is always a way to make them fan, old Kent is not at his hotel tonight, this is your best chance."

"See, it's not difficult, it's not dangerous, and once you get your revenge, the parishioners will rescue you."

I don't know when it started, but Seti's lower teeth were fighting and gurgling.

She felt only a mess in her mind, on the one hand, the guests who had stayed at the Cat and Beard Inn for the past few days, and on the other hand, her brother who had died in Eruin, and sometimes the image of Al popped up in her mind, and the young man looked at her with his characteristic mocking look, "You don't want to avenge your brother, Setty, what are you hesitating about?" ”

"But to do so would be to cause problems for Uncle Kent."

"After tonight, the empire will cease to exist, and no one will embarrass old Kent."

"No, what about the Eruin?"

"Frankly, Seti, you're scared. Look at your pale face, your trembling fingers, where is your courage when you really face your enemies? ”

"No, I'm just ......"

Two voices mingled in Seti's head, like two saws, and the saws gave her a headache. She tried to stop and catch her breath, but the two 'parishioners' behind her refused to give her this chance, shoved her forward and staggered forward, and said to her

"Go, Seti, don't disappoint the Bishop, and don't disappoint your brother, we believe you can do it."

Setty didn't dare to look back, instinctively feeling that something terrible would happen to her if she hesitated, and the way the two looked at him reminded her of the wolves she had seen in Brukan as a child.

Cold and fierce.

She hesitated to the front door of the inn, which was closed, but she knew that old Kent usually left the key under the carpet in front of the door when he left home. She shuddered and bent down to fumble for the brass key, but it was then that a slightly nice voice came from behind the door.

"Who's out there?"

The sound was light and rhythmic, full of the jumping of notes, as if its owner had incorporated all the intense kindness into it.

Seti froze, and she recognized the voice as the talkative businesslady.

……

(I recommend a very good dnd game novel "The Creed of the Cheap Thief of Travel", the story is interesting, the setting is rigorous, and it is understood that more than 100,000 words have been made about the setting of the game world.) And the update is particularly powerful, and I strongly recommend everyone to take a look.

In addition, a brief introduction to the book is attached, the first is to be kind to others, the second is to be kind to others, the second is to help the needy, and the third is to help the needy, which is the creed of the thief Baggins in "The World".

The setting of this book comes from DND, with a guaranteed update of 6,000 per day, and an outbreak of 10,000 to 20,000 from time to time. (To be continued.) )xh118