A thin monk in a gray burqa stood by the well at the entrance of the square, holding a chestnut staff in his left hand and a dull yellow pottery bowl in his right hand, with a short St. Paul-like hair on the edge of his head, and a rudimentary wooden cross hanging from his chest.

The dervishes are subordinate to the Dervishes of the Holy See. The monks in the regiment were different from ordinary clergy, advocating frugality, saying that they were "saved from poverty", and entered the Tao with asceticism, often traveling in Europa, begging for food, and preaching. In such remote villages, the general church dismisses them, and only the dervishes often come to preach.

The dervish made a cross and said, "The Bible has clouds, and God has the virtue of a good life, so why don't you give up your hand and use your own virtue." With a smile on his face, his face was full of wrinkles, and he was indescribably generous and comfortable, and everyone knew that although his face was withered, he was not old, no more than forty. King Alpad frowned, the dervishes had a deep relationship with the Holy See, and he did not want to have a quarrel with the Holy See, so he had to say patiently: "This godfather, go your way quickly." ”

The dervish monk said, "The sixth cloud of the Ten Commandments of Moses, thou shalt not murder." The covenant of God is still in your ears, and your Excellency has not repented?" King Alpad said angrily: "Don't preach, who told you to meddle in your affairs!" The dervishes did not think it was angry, but still chattered endlessly: "Everything in the world is in accordance with the will of Heaven, how can there be idle affairs? "When King Alpad saw that the thin and withered monk was entangled, he thought to himself that if I kill all those present, I would not be afraid of the Church coming to me.

By this time Bronold had fallen to the ground, covered in bruises, and had been put around his neck by a circle of long knives and maces, and there were fifteen or sixteen people around him, but seven or eight had fallen to the ground, which showed how strong he was. King Arpard gave a signal, and immediately three men withdrew from Bronold's side and walked towards the dervishes.

The dervishes did not realize that the great calamity was coming, and he chattered to himself: "We are all sinners, and whoever wields the sword will die by the sword one day...... The three men were usually fierce, and it was very unpleasant to listen to these nagging, one drew a dagger, and the other went to grab the monk's shoulders.

Under this grasp, the two felt that a ball of energy surged out of thin air in the dervish monk's body, and their palms flicked away, pushing them three or four steps away. Seeing that the dagger was not good, he hurriedly went to cut the monk's throat, but before the blade arrived, he suddenly felt a burst of heat in his lower abdomen, his knees were weak, and the whole person involuntarily knelt on the ground with a bang.

When everyone saw it, they were all shocked, and each with a sword rushed up fiercely. The dervish sighed, drew another cross on his chest, shook his head, and said, "It is not my wish to stop violence with violence, Heavenly Father, please forgive me." Dozens of knives from the thieves beckoned to him, and seeing that the dervishes were not spared, the chestnut wooden cane seemed to have spirituality, and it turned gently like a cloud, and many weapons slid across the surface of the cane, and they all fell short.

The dervishes walked and waved, and his staff seemed to be waved easily, but no more, no less, just enough to knock the enemy's pass. After only a few faces, everyone fell to the ground, clutching their joints and grinning in pain, but no one was injured. The dervish monk has a good time, it is better than a leisurely stroll, and the pottery bowl in his hand has never been tilted.

Seeing that his subordinates were so embarrassed, King Alpad knew that he had encountered a hard hand today, and Rao was fierce by nature, so he couldn't help but take a few steps back. The dervishes recited the name of God, and without knowing what he did, he was in front of King Arpad. The chestnut cane was handed out flatly, and there was nothing surprising about it, but King Alpad felt that he was threatened by the tip of the staff, and it was difficult to dodge. He wanted to fight back, but the cane seemed to peek into his mind, grabbed the key position early, and completely blocked his attack.

The dervish monk did not have the slightest intention of attacking, but could not advance. King Alpad made several moves to show his life's learning, but the dervish monk was always able to anticipate the enemy's opportunity and repeatedly blocked the way with his cane. King Alpad was restrained at every turn, and the two axes of ten thousand jun were difficult to attack under the pressure of this small wooden staff, and they were extremely embarrassed. He couldn't vent his anger, like a mountain bear trapped in a cage, the green tendons burst out, and he couldn't help but shout: "Who are you!"

The dervishes looked indifferent, "Below is Brother Pa Fay Kavanagh of the Dervishes, who is committed to serving the mighty, may the Lord protect him." King Alpad said: "Could it be that the Holy See also covets the Proverbs of the Two Serpents?" Brother Kavanagh was stunned: "The Proverbs of the Two Serpents?" King Alpad sneered: "As soon as this book comes out, Europe will reverberate, and I don't believe that those old things in the Holy See can still sit in Rome, so don't pretend to be stupid." Brother Kavanagh said: "The monks never speak, and my dervishes take asceticism as the way and evangelism as their responsibility, and never get involved in worldly disputes." God directed the way through this place only to save lives. Your Excellency is multi-minded. ”

King Alpad said, "It doesn't matter if you tell the truth or not, there is only one death today!" He was ferocious, his legs smacked, and his whole huge body rose into the air and threw himself at the monk. This dervishes is so ingenious that King Alpad is hard to match, so he simply uses his clumsy ingenuity and uses himself as a weapon. Such a heavy and sturdy body will be useless to any move, and you can only resist hard—this monk is thin and withered, and he will definitely be crushed to the point of breaking his bones this time.

Unexpectedly, Brother Kavanagh's body remained unchanged, his arms moving like rings, and his withered fingers swept through his huge body like a wind. With this flick, King Alpad suddenly felt a change in castration, and was reversed by his few clicks, and his whole body did not change, and he slammed into a red brick hut next to the monk with a bang. The hut collapsed into ruins, and the square was filled with smoke and dust, and King Arpad fell between the ruins, his life and death unknown.

This is a trick created by Jesus, the Son, to "turn Saul back." Saul was a Pharisee prodigal who bullied Christians in the streets, but when he passed through Damascus, Jesus appeared and blinded him for three days. This trick is intended to reverse the evil deeds, and turning back is the way, which is the most first-class kung fu in the use of strength.

Brother Kavanagh didn't have the slightest gasp on his face, and said leisurely, "Let's go." The thieves were already stunned by this miraculous skill, and when they heard him say it, they turned around and wanted to leave. The monk added, "Take your king with you, it's really hard for the English to come to the Balkans to be bandits." The thieves ignored his sarcasm, and hurriedly dug the unconscious King Alpad out of the rubble, and together with a few other companions who were lying on the ground, they half helped and half dragged them away, and did not even pick up the blades that had fallen to the ground, and walked away in an instant.

The enemy retreated, and the square was solemn. Unaware that his life was hanging by a thread, Segolena scrambled up from the ground and whistled at Brother Kavanagh, intrigued by the wooden staff in his hand. Brother Kavanagh was very interested in the child's strange behavior, and stretched out his staff, and Segolena grabbed the head of the staff, and gnawed it with his teeth, frowning greatly, for it seemed that it was unpleasant. He looked back at Bronold and Durand, his eyes a little worried, and he muttered to Brother Kavanagh, "...... Sick...... Grass...... "When he lived alone in the castle, he occasionally chewed some herbs when he was sick, but now when he saw that the two of them were injured, he thought that he also had a strange disease, and he needed herbs to cure it.......

Brother Kavanagh nodded secretly: "This kid seems eccentric, but he is a sentient person. It can be seen that God created man and planted the root of goodness in his heart, which is really amazing. He turned to Ronconi and said, "How many people, do you have any medicine and wine for this person?" Ronconi waited until he had just woken up from a dream, and hurriedly beckoned his entourage to fetch medicine and bandages, and put them on Bronold. Fortunately, although Bronold was seriously injured, he was still conscious, and he kept scolding those English thieves in local words. Seeing that everyone was making a lot of noise over there, Segolena became curious, and jumped over to join in the fun.

Brother Kavanagh walked up to Viscount Duran, who had not yet been mixed and could not move. Brother Kavanagh smiled slightly, tucked the bowl into his robe, and reached out to press it on his waist, secretly calculating the time of day. The kidneys around the waist belong to the Libra Palace, which is the key point for the harmony of the four fluids of the human body. Durand felt a stream of heat rushing down the monk's fingers into his waist, and immediately separated into two branches, one from the Thigh Centaur Palace to the Ankle Aquarius Palace, and the other from the Gastrointestinal Lady Palace to the Cheek Aries Palace, and the two internal forces flowed all over the body along the zodiac signs, and then converged in the kidney scale, and within the reach of the internal force, the four liquids that were originally boiling like fire in the star destiny point were all calmed. He was born in the Holy See, and his internal strength is the authenticity of the Holy Gate, and his foundation is strong, and he is showing miraculous effects at this time.

After about a candle, Brother Kavanagh withdrew his palm. Durand let out a long breath, and the breath all over his body flowed unhindered, and it was indescribably useful. He slowly opened his eyes, knowing that this treatment had cost Brother Kavanagh a lot of energy, and if he had not helped him, even if he had survived, he would have been disabled for life. When he thought of this, he was so grateful that he knelt on one leg to thank him for saving his life. Brother Kavanagh said "no" and reached out to hold it, and Durand felt a soft internal force lift him up, and he couldn't even kneel.

Brother Kavanagh said, "The lord is injured, so this ceremony is still waived." Viscount Durand was both grateful and ashamed: "If it weren't for the help of the monks this time, we and the rest of us would have died on the banks of the Prut River." Brother Kavanagh added, "I can only calm the turmoil in your body, but I can't bring the balance of the four fluids back into place. The lord cannot be moved for forty days, daily pranayama, and good recuperation, so that he can recover as before, and leave no troubles. ”

Durand said hurriedly: "Thank you for your kindness, but I have a heavy responsibility and cannot be delayed." Brother Cavanagh said: "Could it be the "Proverbs of the Two Serpents" in the mouth of the English?" Durand looked embarrassed, he was silent for a while, and slowly raised his head and said: "Don't dare to talk nonsense about the savior, Hippocrates' "Proverbs of the Two Serpents" is on me." It is my duty to send it to a lord in Suceava, and it is a matter of great importance, and I hope that you will forgive me. ”

Brother Kavanagh was shocked, "Sure enough, it's the book, it's actually there?" Durand said, "Exactly." Then he closed his mouth, as if he did not want to say more. Brother Kavanagh suppressed his surprise and said, "I have heard the elders of the Sangha mention that there was a peerless physician Hippocrates in ancient Greece, who was a man of great learning, deep wisdom, and great insight in both medicine and martial arts. He roamed Greece for more than 60 years, defeated countless enemies, and also survived countless people. Later, when Hippocrates was dying, he wrote his life experience into the book "Proverbs". His usual weapon was a staff of two serpents, so later generations called the book "Proverbs" "Proverbs of the Two Serpents". Durand was noncommittal, but listened intently. Brother Kavanagh added: "The book of Proverbs, which is now published in the world, is only a medical canon, which records His's insight in the way of medicine. As everyone knows, this book is called Double Snake, so naturally there are two books, one on medicine and the other on martial arts. The latter book is rarely known, and it is said that Saladin the Great was fortunate enough to see it in person, but has not been missing since. If the inference is correct, what you have on you is this martial book that records the martial arts of the Xi clan. ”

When Durad saw him talking, he couldn't help but be vigilant, and said tentatively: "Monk, you know very well. Brother Kavanagh laughed and said, "It is not surprising that the Church has the richest collection of books in Europa, and I am a good reader." Seeing that Durard was wary, he drew a cross on his chest and said solemnly: "Sir, there is no need to be afraid. Hippocrates was a great sage, but he believed in the old Greek gods, and in my way, he was really an idolater. What the Bible contains is inexhaustible, so how can we abandon the basics to practice this kind of heresy? ”

Durard's face was pale, in fact, if Brother Kavanagh wanted to take it, he would not be able to fight back at all. Brother Kavanagh wanted to ask him what the origin of those impostor bandits was, but seeing that he was very sensitive when he got involved in the Proverbs, he closed his mouth, stretched out his hand to pinch his wrists, shoulder blades, and heart, observed the flow of blood, and solemnly admonished: "Sir, you are seriously injured, if you do it with people like today, the four liquids will gush out from the star points around you, and they will flow wantonly, and they will bring disaster to the heart lion** - unless the Holy Son returns, one will die." Durand pressed his hand to his chest and said, "If you can't fulfill your vow, you'll be ashamed." ”

Brother Kavanagh sighed, "There are so few people who observe the virtues of knighthood as lords these days, and I admire them very much. He paused for a moment and then added, "In the whole world, all believers are brothers." If you can inadvertently save the lord today, it must be the will of God. If the lord doesn't dislike it, I'm willing to escort him all the way to Suceava, what do you think?"

Durand was overjoyed and wanted to bow down and thank you. Brother Kavanagh stepped forward and held him up, and said slowly, "Why bother to thank you, my Lord is merciful and will definitely support the believers in righteous thoughts." The two of them fell to their knees and prayed silently to the heavens. After the prayer was over, Durand told Brother Kavanagh what had happened to Ségolina, and the monk pondered for a moment, unable to remember who had built such a magnificent castle in the middle of the barren mountain, and finally shook his head, "I don't know." However, the monks of the dervishes wander the world, and they have many ears and eyes. When I send him to Suceava, and then I go to the Sangha to ask the elders about it, I will get something. He looked at Segolena again: "I can't imagine that this child would have such an experience, it's really embarrassing." This righteous act of the lord is equivalent to saving this young soul from fire and water, otherwise he will spend his life like a beast and make his soul fall in vain!"

In a short time, Brondeno was already bandaged, and his body was so densely wrapped in white cloth that he could not move, so he could only rest on the wooden bed of a family. The caravan searched around the village, and found that the villagers of Philania were locked in several cellars at the entrance of the village. When the villagers heard that the evil spirits had been driven away by the Kavanagh monks, they all revered him as if he were a god.

That night they rested in the village of Philania. The villagers brought out goat cheese, ale wine, dried blueberries, dried dill sausages, pickled sturgeon, honey-smeared roast venison and other treasured foods and drinks with the business travelers, singing and dancing, and enjoying themselves. Brother Kavanagh was an ascetic, who did not drink alcohol or eat meat, and took advantage of the meeting to give a sermon to the villagers. When it came to the excitement, some people in the audience fell down and wept, and some people quietly approached the monk, hoping to make a confession. Seeing such a lively scene, Segolena was so excited that she jumped into the school and danced like others, which won bursts of applause. The whistle sounded from time to time, more charming than the musician's lyre.

Durand was wounded and couldn't eat more, so he leaned against the door, took a bowl of thick soup mixed with cream and olives, and sipped slowly. At this time, Ronconi walked up to him in his robe, leaned over and asked, "Is the lord feeling better?" Durand nodded slightly: "It's no big deal." "I'll have to go on my way to-morrow, and I've told them to leave a cart for the lord, two mules and horses, so that you can be more comfortable on the way to Suceava." Durand glanced at him and said in a daze: "I have received a lot of gifts from you along the way, how can I accept it again?" I only hope that I will have the opportunity to meet the lord again in the future, and it will not be too late to repay at that time. He added: "Brother Kavanagh has a special skill, and he will be safe with him." Durand swallowed a mouthful of soup and sighed: "When I saw the monk's martial arts, I knew that there was a sky outside the sky, and there were people outside the world." ”

Longconi glanced at Segolena, who was dancing wildly, rubbed his hands, stopped talking, and hesitated again before saying, "Sir, if you feel troublesome all the way, I can take Master Segolena with me." When I finish my shipment in Muscovy, I'll take him to Venice. There are many virtuous teachers there, and as long as they are well educated, they must be a material that can be made. "He really loves this kid, Durand is going to Suceava is not a small danger, if there is an accident, Segolena still has a place. This meaning is difficult to explain, so I have to euphemistically. Durand saw through the old businessman's meaning, and said lightly: "I have promised the nameless lady, if you want to support this child to grow up, it is more convenient to follow me." You don't have to add this burden to your business all day long. ”

Seeing that Durand had made up his mind, Ronconi no longer insisted, and after a few more words of greeting about his injury, he turned and left. Durand put down the soup bowl and turned his head to see that the room was pitch black, and Bronold was lying on the bed and fell asleep. His brows grew gloomy, and he sighed secretly, not knowing whether it was because of internal injuries or because he was not worried.

The dinner lasted until midnight, when people dispersed. Early the next morning, Lonconi and other Venetian merchants quit Durand and hurried on the road. Durand rested for another half day, and with the help of Brother Kavanagh, he breathed again, and then left Philania in his cart.

The dervish monk originally paid attention to walking on his feet, which showed his sincerity in asceticism. But at the moment, Bronnord can't move, Durand needs to adjust his luck, Segolena is wild and untamable, and Brother Kavanagh can only be in a hurry and temporarily work as a coachman. The two mounts of the viscount's master and servant did not want to be with the mules and horses, so they were tied to the back of the cart and followed from a distance, but they were also happy.

To the east from Philania is the Belize Plain, with many hills and fields, and the roads are flat, and with the skill of Monk Kavanagh, the cart walks very smoothly. At this time, it is almost late autumn, and the oak trees on both sides can't help but retreat, and from time to time there are golden leaves falling on the side of the car, which is quite a bit sluggish. Looking at it, I have never seen half a household, but I have seen the wild geese flying through the blue sky, and the sound is clear.

The cart went south along the Prut River for three or four days. Seeing that he was about to enter the territory of the Principality of Moldova, there were more and more pedestrians on the road, and there were several roadblocks set up by Wallachians. The Ottoman Empire was about to use troops against Constantinople, and the countries of Eastern Europe were panicked and strict, for fear that Turkish spies would infiltrate. Fortunately, with Durard's status as a viscount, their party did not suffer much.

After a few days of recuperation, Durad's complexion gradually improved, and Brownold could barely stand up and scold a few foul words. Segolena was very familiar with Brother Carena during this time, and he was always around him, so his tone was mixed with some Latin accents. Brother Calena also liked the young man's naivety and jade, and always said that this soul was unpolluted by the world, and that it was really rare, and often taught him some Bible sentences. Although Segolena did not know what he meant, he parroted his words without difficulty. Brother Kavanagh understood the truth that "the scriptures are read a hundred times, and their meaning will be revealed", but he was not in a hurry to explain the subtle meaning to him.

Within a day, the cart traveled to the Kodrenispo Pass in the Baraniest Mountains, which is the natural border between Wallachia and the Principality of Moldova, stretching for hundreds of miles, and is extremely steep, with only a few passes passable. After crossing this mountain, you can enter the territory of Moldova, and then follow the Siret River all the way south to Suceava.

The cart slowly winds along the mountain road. The peaks on the two wings of the Codrenispo Pass are uneven, like a storm crashing on the shore, with clumps of chaotic clouds cutting through the air, and the land is overly ravine. What is eye-opening is that there are countless trickles on the high mountain, climbing and combing between the ups and downs of the peaks and clumps of zelkova trees, twisting and turning, flowing into criss-crossing ravines, coupled with the ups and downs of the mountains, the straight walls are cloudy, and the layers of shrubs form a complex and delicate green pattern, straight like an Arabian velvet blanket, which makes people look at it confused.

This mountain road is winding, the left side stands up a thousand rock walls, but the right side is an impassable river stream, the sound of surging water can be heard in the distance, and the difference between the two is one hundred and fifty zhang. Brother Kavanagh clutched the reins, reined in the mules and horses, and allowed only the cart to move slowly. No matter how high his martial arts are, he has to be careful on this kind of road, and if he is not careful, he may fall down the mountain stream.

Durand's injury has recovered four or five percent, and he is now close to Segolena with his eyes slightly closed. It is not so much to nourish the spirits, but to take care of this wild child, so that he will not have any accidents when he is playful.

The cart rumbled, the road was bumpy, and from time to time stones were blown away by the wheels. Brondeno had been lying in the car for several days, bored, so he reluctantly raised his head and said casually: "Monk, what are your plans after you arrive in Suceava?"

Brother Kavanagh shook the reins and said with a smile: "Those who travel in the world, the four seas are home, and they don't care about their purpose. Moldova is a Greek territory, and I sent you to Suceava and returned from the Danube. Durand knew that the Roman Orthodox Church was at odds with the Greek Orthodox Church, and that the people under it did not get along with each other, and this time Brother Kavanagh was willing to set foot in the Orthodox diocese to escort him, which was already a big face, so he hurriedly intercepted and said: "It is better for the monk to return to France with us, this season is the time to employ people, and with my recommendation to the upper peak, the monk can show his ambitions." Brother Kavanagh had already guessed their relationship with the French royal family, and with a whip of his horse, he sighed and said: "The Holy See has different opinions, one is to help France, the other is to understand the British, and it is our turn to decide which dervishes. It's just a pity that the people have suffered from this military disaster, and I don't know when it will be the end. ”

As he spoke, two flying stones suddenly flew out of nowhere, and the momentum was accurate and ruthless, and Brother Kavanagh had just noticed the sound of the wind breaking, and the buttocks of the two horses behind the carriage had already been stoned. The horses were startled, raised their front hooves and let out a long roar, and began to gallop forward. They were tethered to the back of the cart, and it didn't matter if they ran, and even the mules and horses with the two horses were in a panic, and the cart was pulled by the four beasts and staggered, turning faster and faster, and it was in danger of capsizing.

Brother Kavanagh immediately made a decision, put the reins into Durand's hand quickly, and shouted, "Take it!" and then slapped the wheels, and the whole person flew up like a giant bird, and jumped into the two horses that were running wildly, and stood between the two saddles with his legs, and no matter how the lower plate was bumped, it was still as steady as the Alps. He knew that if the horses stopped abruptly at this time, the car behind them would collide, and in the end, it would inevitably be a car overturning and death, so he secretly carried out Xuangong, stretched out his palms, and caged the two horses' heads respectively, and the two energies were concentrated.

It must be known that although the beast does not understand human language, it also has seven emotions and six senses, no matter how crazy it is, as long as the owner caresses the mane and neck, it often calms down, which is because of the heart. Brother Kavanagh practiced the authenticity of the Holy Gate, and his vigor was wide and gentle, as if his master had cared for them, and the two beasts were swept away by his inner strength, and their fear immediately diminished, and their hooves slowed down.

Suddenly, three more stones flew in, two of which were divided into two horses, and one went straight to the heart of Brother Kavanagh. Durand shouted to be careful, and Brother Kavanagh leaned back, and the pebble flew past the tip of his nose. The two beasts had just settled their minds, and at this moment they were hit again, and they couldn't help but start running wildly again. The cart swayed behind it, and one wheel rolled off the edge of the cliff several times, and it was only reluctantly back thanks to Durand to control the halter, which was thrilling.

At this time, there were stones flying out one after another, and Brother Kavanagh rolled up his sleeves, so that a trick "Samson greedy for heaven" rolled all the stones into his sleeves. He knew that if he didn't find the person who sent the stone, he would be restrained everywhere, so he turned his head and shouted, "Break the reins!" Durand woke up from a dream, stretched out his hand and drew his sword, only to remember that the saber was still in his bag, and he clasped the reins with both hands, and could not vacate it. At the critical moment, a sharp whistle suddenly sounded, and Segolena flew over the wheels with a "swish", and the cold light flashed, and the reins were immediately broken, and he jumped back into the car, before and after for a moment.

Durand was surprised and delighted, and he didn't expect Segolena to understand the meaning and save the cart at a critical moment. The two horses in front of them were not tied by the cart, and they were running more and more like fire. Unable to contain their hooves between the rugged mountain roads, there was a sharp turn ahead, and in an instant they flew out of the cliff for several feet, drawing an arc and falling into the deep valley. The two mules were tripped by the reins of the frightened horses, and the hooves were already reined in, but they were also pulled down with a shot. I heard a few wisps of hissing from the mountain stream, and then there was silence.

Brother Kavanagh jumped off his horse, put his arms on the wheels, and used the "Saul turn" he had used against King Alpad to castrate the chariot so that it would not rush headlong. I saw the big car dripping and turning on the road several times, kicking up countless smoke and dust, until it turned to the edge of the cliff, before it stopped, half of the body hanging outside, crumbling.

Durand hurriedly hugged Blandno, grabbed his bags and jumped out of the cart, rolling on the ground a few times. Brother Kavanagh retracted his moves, his face flushed, and the top of his head was steaming, which showed that he had spent a lot of energy just now. He and Durand looked at each other, both of them in horror and fear. Only Segolena was smiling on the sidelines, unaware of the danger, and thought it was some interesting game.

Suddenly, a voice came from above his head: "You are worthy of being a disciple of the Holy See, this method of blocking thousands of catties with one hand is really powerful, admire and admire." The two of them looked anxiously, and saw a man in a brocade robe standing on the road, this man was in his thirties, with a fair complexion, his shiny curly hair was raised high, very frivolous, the two beards on his lips were very neatly trimmed, and a thin sword decorated with gems hung from his waist, as if he was the son of a noble family. He speaks French, is fluent and pure, and even Durand can't hear any flaws.

The brocade-robed man said: "Shicai Xiaoke can throw some stones to play, I don't want to disturb a few car drivers, I am really ashamed." With that, he crossed his chest with his right hand and bowed gracefully. Durand and Cavanagh were both shocked, seeing this man's exaggerated appearance, they couldn't imagine that his hands were so hard. The stone just now was accurate and ruthless, and it was impossible for a non-master to do it. Durand suddenly caught a glimpse of a brown and yellow lion embroidered on his cloak with a sideways sideways face, and half a crown on his head, and couldn't help but be shocked: "You are the leopard prince!"

The brocade-robed man's face was slightly surprised, he pinched his beard with his hand, and said, "Can't you imagine that I am so famous?" Brother Kavanagh whispered to Duland, "Could it be that he is the 'Patricide' Osterhout?" Durand said disdainfully, "Yes!"

This Osterhout was originally born to the black prince's son Richard II and a Scottish maiden after the famous English general of the Black Prince, so he could not be included in the royal lineage. Richard II gave him the false title of prince, but no fiefdom, and the royal coat of arms of England was originally a three-headed sideways lion, and he had to use one. Osterhaut is happy to wander around Europa all day long, learning martial arts with masters from all walks of life. He was a genius in swordsmanship, who once forced Hohen, the commander of the 72nd City Guard of the Hanseatic League, to abandon his sword and admit defeat in 50 moves, and killed 12 Arab thieves in Spain, which shocked Western Europe. The lion in the coat of arms he wears is painted very much like the female leopard, and the female leopard is a sign of lust and cunning, so the European martial arts gave him a nickname called "Leopard Prince".

Later, Richard II and his cousin Henry Bolingbrook fell out, and Osterhout somehow sided with his uncle. After a struggle, Richard II was so disappointed that he was killed by his illegitimate son in Lancashire. Henry Bolingbrook ascended to the throne as Henry IV, and the Lancashire dynasty was born—hence the nickname "The Fatherkiller" from Osterhout.

With this relationship, Osterhout and the King of England have always listened to tunes and not listened to announcements, like idle clouds and wild cranes, coming and going freely. He shot several times in the Anglo-French War, and beheaded the generals like probing for something, and the legal person felt a headache. At this time, he appeared in the Codrenispo, apparently at the request of the English king, and his intentions were clearly revealed.

Durand stepped forward and said loudly: "The leopard prince deigned to come here for the Proverbs, right?" Osterhout slapped his face and laughed: "He is worthy of being a model among knights, and he speaks so happily." That's what I'm here for. Durand said: "The king who pretended to be a thief of Ukir is also your subordinate!" Osterhout shrugged his shoulders and said disdainfully: "They are just a group of unsuccessful minions under the command of the British king, and this prince will not be with them." But if it weren't for those minions intercepting you in Phirania, I wouldn't have been able to track you down here. ”

Durand said: "Since His Royal Highness the Prince knows my origins, he should know that I would rather die in battle, and the Proverbs will not be handed over." Osterhaut nodded slightly, and praised: "I know that Your Excellency has the style of a knight, and I will not persuade Your Excellency to surrender, and it will be a disgrace to you." Wouldn't it be beautiful that after I have taken your lives and taken back the Book of Proverbs, I will compose the deeds with my own hands into poems like the Beowulf, and give them to the bards to go to the nations to proclaim your loyalty through the ages?" Brother Kavanagh said, "Your Royal Highness, both of you are people who believe in God, so why should you say anything about killing? ”

Osterhout looked at the dervishes and replied, "Could this be the monk who defeated the Iron Axe and opened the mountain Stork?" At this time, Durand and Kavanagh learned the real name of King Alpad, and Brother Kavanagh drew a cross: "It is below." Osterhaut said: "Jessaint once said: Fan me on the left cheek and give him the right cheek, take my robe and give him his shirt." How can the monks, who believe in God, forget these words? Now I only need the book of Proverbs, and you can keep your shirt for yourself. He laughed out loud. Brother Kavanagh said, "His Royal Highness the prince wants to take people's lives, and poor rats still want to bite snakes, let alone people? Osterhaut said: "On that day when the Roman soldiers came, Jessaint was calmly killed, and died on the cross, as if he did not fight, and the way of mercy is known to the world." His disciples and grandchildren are not as good as the next generation, and they have all become greedy for life and afraid of death!? What he said was full of strong words, and even Brother Kavanagh didn't know how to deal with it for a while.

At this moment, a woman flashed behind Osterhout. The woman was dressed in a bohemian colorful dress, with a human eye cloth belt wrapped around her head, and serpentine flowers sticking to the corners of her eyes and lips, which looked mysterious and enchanting. She put her hand on Osterhout's shoulder, the bracelet on her wrist clanged, and said coquettishly: "Prince, why bother with these people, wouldn't it be better to do it directly?" Osterhaout laughed: "There are too many hypocritical priests in the world, and if you don't teach them to obey them, you are always afraid that others will say that I am violent." The woman threw a flattering look, as if resentful: "Then why are you not afraid to say anything about violence against others?" Osterhout put his arm around the woman's graceful waist, kissed her on the cheek, and said: "This time, that time, not to mention that you are more likely to use violence, right?" The woman snorted and smashed her fist on his chest.

The two of them spoke in a Bohemian vernacular, and even if others did not understand it, they knew that it was not a good word. Bronold lay on the ground and whispered to Durand: "Master, you don't care about me, just go quickly." "He knew that he was like a waste, and that he would be a burden to such a strong enemy. Durand snorted coldly: "Even if the King of England is here, I will not show my back to the enemy." ”

The woman laughed with Osterhout, turned her head and suddenly saw Segolena, the blonde young man's eyes were "bone-like", he was looking at himself curiously, very smart, and couldn't help laughing: "This little brother is handsome, come, come and let my sister appreciate it." With that, he stretched out his slender jade hand to greet him, and Segolena was overjoyed, and flew forward, and his body was so swift that everyone present was startled. The woman didn't expect him to come so quickly, her two little hands were already hugging her thighs in an instant, and she giggled: "This kid can't see it, but it's a merry seed." She didn't know that Segolena was innocent, and there was no defense of men and women in her mind, just to see her shiny and playful.

Osterhout reached out and touched the top of Segolina's head, and praised: "Good boy, good eyes!" Durand shouted: "Segolena, come back!" Segolena heard the shout, and his face was reluctant, and finally let go of the woman, and jumped back. The woman said, "When the work is done, the prince might as well reward him to me." Osterhaut said: "Don't let me down when you see lust." ”

Seeing that there was no one beside the two, Durand was just flirting and scolding, couldn't hold back his anger, pulled out his long sword and shouted: "If you want to come to fight, then come to fight, how is this so nonsense!" Brother Kavanagh hurriedly grabbed his wrist, signaled him not to use force easily, hurt his vitality, leaned over and whispered in his ear, Durand nodded again and again, and actually retreated.

Suddenly, there was a rush of rocks, and four figures jumped over to block the retreat. These four people are tall, thin and fat, and there is a dwarf, all dressed in patches of white colors, with thin eyebrows and straight noses, and their expressions are all ordinary Muran, according to a rare Mongolian blood.

Brother Kavanagh's eyes lit up: "The Four Murderers of Poland!" These four people were born in Warsaw, and they were originally born to one child, but their bodies were very different, and they were said to be the bloodlines left by the Mongols. The four murderers are good at killing, and sometimes even break into the noble manor castle to kill, and they don't know where they learned a strange martial art, and the four of them have always joined forces to attack, which is extremely powerful. The Hanseatic League, the Teutonic Knights, and the principalities offered bounties for their arrest many times, but they were helpless, and they were ruthless characters that everyone heard of in Central Europe. Unexpectedly, they have also become the entourage of the leopard prince, and today's situation is even more difficult than in Philania.

Osterhout pulled out his thin sword, flicked the blade with his fingernails, making a crisp sound, and said with relief: "Don't be afraid, without my order, the four murderers will not attack." I have always advocated fairness and the most important morality. If any of you can defeat me, you can all leave safely, and I will not stop you. ”

Brother Kavanagh glanced at Durand, stepped forward, raised his wooden staff, and said, "Then it's up to you to get along with His Royal Highness the Prince." Osterhout was overjoyed, he had been immersed in kendo for many years, and he took the greatest pleasure in frustrating the enemy and kicking the gym. The person in front of him had easily defeated Stolke, and his desire to hunt for martial arts suddenly surged, and he said in a loud voice: "Okay, good, the Holy See has been a famous sect for hundreds of years, and I want to learn about the mastery passed down by the Holy Saint." ”

Brother Kavanagh said no more, and the wooden staff in his hand paused less, and as soon as he came up, he exerted all his strength. The cane method is clumsy, and the operation is slow, as if the head of the cane hangs from the iron thallium, which is extremely heavy. Osterhout shook his sword to meet him, and he used a slender long sword, paying attention to the word "fast", which is the nemesis of this slow staff technique. Unexpectedly, as soon as the sword staff met each other, Osterhaut suddenly felt bad, this slow wooden staff carried an incomparably pure internal force, as if a whirlpool had unfolded, and his thin sword was involuntarily sucked over. Osterhout hurriedly secretly tried his luck, controlled the castration of the rappier, and the wooden staff on the opposite side still swung unhurriedly, just waiting for him to make a move, he would be immediately sucked and sticky, like a worm falling into a spider's web.

Osterhaute immediately understood that a single word "fast" would only lead to faster losses, so he changed to a set of Welsh swordsmanship, full of energy, intending to use internal force to urge the blade of the sword and pierce the air net of Brother Cavanagh. But no matter how he changed his tactics, Brother Kavanagh just followed his own pace, and his aura was soft and humble, and he was invincible. The woman watched the battle from the sidelines, and there was a faint worry between her eyebrows.

Osterhout attacked five or six times in a row, but he still couldn't break through, and suddenly jumped out of the circle and shouted: "It turns out that Your Excellency is actually Matthew!" Brother Kavanagh was calm, but he did not show a flaw, and said slowly: "Exactly, Your Highness has good eyesight." ”

In the past, when Jesus was preaching, he felt that the people's hearts were not ancient and the slander of the Lord was flourishing, and he personally led the twelve disciples to Mount Gagari. When Jesus arrived at the top of the mountain, he saw that the wind was light and the clouds were blowing, and the sky was long, and he was blessed with a moment of happiness in his heart, and laughed, so he preached on the spot, perfunctory theology, taught the Eight Beatitudes and Eight Joys, and preached a set of gospel martial arts to each disciple, so as to benefit people's hearts, collectively known as the Sermon on the Mount. Later, Peter founded the orthodox Church of the Holy See, and promised these twelve sets of Gospels as apologetic gods, each of which has a lineage, to defend the Holy See. The Twelve Divisions have been passed down from generation to generation, known as the "Twelve Apostles of the Protector Court", which has continued to this day and has repeatedly saved the Holy See from danger.

Osterhaut knew a lot about this section, so he doubted: "The Sermon on the Mount is the treasure of the town, and it is passed down very strictly, and only one person is passed down from generation to generation, and it cannot be practiced by non-direct priests of the Holy See, how can you be a monk of the dervishes with this skill!" Brother Kavanagh smiled faintly: "If Your Excellency wins, you will naturally know." The wooden staff in his hand was still waving.

Matthew was a man of Mu Ne Shaohan, and he was known as the first among the twelve disciples. Jesus taught him a set of simple and dignified martial arts, which emphasized the importance of fighting slowly and quickly, striking at the back, not seeking tricks, and resisting the enemy with profound internal strength. Although the Ematthew line is not the leader in defeating the enemy in the Sermon, it is the most stable and invincible.

I only heard the sword wind whistling on the mountain road, the staff momentum, and even the sound of the wind and water was suppressed. Osterhout couldn't attack for a long time, so he swung his sword with all his might, and shouted, "Good monk, I have to come up with something serious!" Durand was shocked, and secretly wondered if this guy couldn't do it with all his might. He glanced sideways at the Polish Four and held Segolena tightly so that he would not go on another business trip.

Osterhout's swordsmanship suddenly changed, opening and closing, gushing out infinite weather, like the rising sun, golden light. Durand saw it on the sidelines and couldn't help but look admiring. Just by the grandeur of the swordsmanship, you can guess that this is the round table swordsmanship handed down by King Arthur, and if you look at the knight's authenticity, it is still above the cross swordsmanship. The swordsmanship of the round table has always been a secret not passed on by the royal family of England, not by the non-royal family. Durand had seen several English nobles on the battlefield, but compared to Osterhout, no matter how powerful he was, it was really a world of difference.

Brother Kavanagh also knew the power of the Round Table swordsmanship, and he was not panicked, and the staff technique was still the same. With a few snorts, Osterhout's tip finally passed through the air array and pierced Monk Kavanaghaugh's sleeve. Brother Kavanagh turned around and patted Osterhout on the left shoulder with his right hand. According to the celestial phenomena, the human body is divided by the 12 signs of the zodiac, and each house has a star destiny point, and the 12 signs have a total of 144 star life points, that is, the human body is surrounded by 144 vital points. The left shoulder belongs to the left palace of the twins, and the star life point is closely connected with the heart lion**, if the master's trick is shot, he will vomit blood at least and die at worst. Osterhout didn't dare to hold it up, so he hurriedly withdrew his thin sword, shrunk his shoulder, avoided clapping his hands in the blink of an eye, and kicked towards Kavanagh in the next game, as if it was a move of Ottoman's personal guard fighting technique.

These few times have been eliminated in a row, absorbing the strengths of several martial arts, and it is worthy of the style of a generation of masters.

Judging from the scene, Osterhout had a slight upper hand, but he was never able to completely clamp down on Brother Kavanagh. The Holy See has always taken missionary duty as its own responsibility, so it is extremely tenacious, and it is known for its internal strength and longevity, and the Matthew line cultivated by Brother Kavanagh is even more proficient in this way. After a long time, it is not yet known who will win and who will lose. However, Brother Kavanagh was proud of his ability to fight with the famous Leopard Prince of Europa for more than 100 rounds without falling behind.

The Bohemian woman was in a hurry when she saw that Osterschut could not succeed for a while, so she took out a lyre from her bosom. She flashed her shiny nails, plucked them slightly, and a string of strings burst out. This string sound is quite beautiful, but it implies an indescribable and inexplicable melody, sometimes lazy as a cat, sometimes as cunning as a fox, as if there is a stunning beauty scratching her head and teasing. With Brother Kavanagh's concentration, his mind was also stagnant.

Durand said angrily: "Wu Na demon girl, don't use a dark arrow next to you!" The woman lightly opened her red lips and said angrily: "They beat theirs, I play my piano by myself, what is the matter?" Durand sneered: "Don't I know that you are a siren magic voice, and you are dedicated to people's souls." Presumably, the price is the siren, and the princess is Abbidella!" Abbidella let out a silver bell-like laugh: "Oh, hehe, you are a sir, you have sharp eyes. But even if you know, what can you do with the slave family?"

The Polish four are eyeing each other, Brondeno and Segolena are incapable of fighting, and Durand really can't take a desperate fight with Abidella. Abidella calculated this, then squeezed her eyes and said, "Since the lord does not come to pity the slave family, the slave family must continue to play." The strings were plucked in his hand, and bursts of magic sound were sent to the ears of everyone present. Ordinary people listened to it, but it was only a charming pleasure, but it was only for Brother Kavanagh, and the magic sound was coming at him, and whenever he wanted to change his joints, the magic sound suddenly rose up, interrupting the rhythm. The Gospel of Matthew pays attention to continuity and harmony, and when it is harassed by such a harassment, it cannot be coherent at the time, and it becomes a pile of scattered sword moves, and its power is greatly reduced.

Osterhout's spirit was greatly boosted, the round table swordsmanship was endless, and the momentum of suppression was suddenly formed. Brother Kavanagh struggled to hold on, one wall had to fight against the strong enemy, and the other wall had to beware of the magic sound entering his brain, and he was forced to retreat again and again by Osterhout, and saw that he was about to retreat to the edge of the cliff, repeating the mistakes of mules and horses. He slammed his legs, made a move "Henry Lixue", and stood firmly, no matter how his body swayed on the edge of the cliff, but he didn't fall.

Four hundred years ago, in order to ask for forgiveness from the Holy See, the German Emperor Henry IV was barefoot in Canossa Castle and snowed for three days before he was pardoned by Pope Gregory VII. Brother Kavanagh used this trick to consolidate the disc, and to imply that Osterhout should submit to the authority of the Holy See even if you are a royal nobleman.

Osterhout, of course, knew this allusion, smiled contemptuously, and attacked faster and faster in his hand, and the sound of Abidella's piano was also tight. At this juncture, a whistle suddenly joined the warband. The whistle is clear, such as the first flight of the milk swallow, resounding through the valley, the piano whistle sounds, the rhythm is harmonious, and it is beautiful. If you listen to it to outsiders, it is only that the two musicians have the same heart. Abidella gritted her silver teeth, where was there any bosom friend, as soon as this whistle entered, it was just enough to make up for the cut off of the magic sound, and if the ability to take the enemy was diluted, it would be difficult to disturb the mind of Brother Kavanagh. She is proficient in music, and knows that the whistle is so effective, and it has nothing to do with the depth of internal force, it is purely a combination of music and tenon, so it cannot be brought back by internal force. So she lifted the black hair on her forehead and looked up, only to see Segolena staying beside Duland, her mouth was puffing, her blonde hair was fluttering in the mountain wind, and a pair of pure blue eyes were looking at her, and her heart was rippling.

Brother Kavanagh over there was not restrained by the magic sound, and he was distracted, and gradually brought back the disadvantage. The swordsmanship of the round table and the Gospel of Matthew are one attack and one defense, and it is still a five-five split situation.

Osterhout didn't expect this unsightly dervishes to be so difficult, and his martial heart gradually turned into impatience. He waved his sword and used the word "entanglement", and with a whistle, the four Polish murderers got the order and pounced on Durand together. Abidella changed to a thorn whip and joined the warband.

Brother Kavanagh was very self-contained, and at this time he couldn't hold back his anger and said: "It turns out that you can fight alone, but you don't even talk about it!" Captain Osterhout smiled: "The oath is nothing more than a floating cloud, how can a living person be restrained by these old dogmas." Life in the world, after all, is to do it casually. "He spits crooked reasoning in his mouth, and constantly attacks in his hands. Brother Kavanagh then remembered that since this man was nicknamed the Leopard Prince, he was naturally cunning. He wanted to turn back to save Duland, but Osterhout's thin sword was tightly entangled, and Abidella also came to help, so it was too late to save himself, let alone save people.

The four Polish murderers started slowly and then suddenly accelerated, and the four of them immediately divided into four ways: left, right, up, and down, with the high attacking the upper lane, the thin attacking the left lane, and the fat attacking the right lane, and the dwarf sliding towards the next three roads. This momentum is very similar to the Mongolian expedition to the west, overwhelming, no matter how strong the enemy is, it is always difficult to resist the attacks coming from all directions. How many heroes and heroes who came to crusade against these four murderers died at the hands of this trick. Even if Durand is ten percent in state, it will not be able to escape.

Durand copied out a gray-skinned ancient book from his bosom, rushed to the side of the cliff, and said sharply: "If you get half a step closer, I will throw the "Proverbs" down!" Seeing this, Osterhout hurriedly stopped the four murders, and the four murders who were originally as moving as rabbits stopped and stopped, and were as quiet as virgins - the four of them were indeed virgins, just because they were eunuchs when they were born. Brother Kavanagh took the opportunity to retreat in front of Duran, and all three of them stood on the edge of the cliff with a deep stream behind them, surrounded by six enemies in a semicircle. Brompadard was lying on the ground, anxious but unable to do anything, his mouth was just a dog, a dog, and he scolded angrily.

Disgusted by this, Osterhout flew up and kicked him in the throat, and Bronpadder felt the blood turn upside down, and he couldn't speak in his throat. Osterhout turned to Durand and said: "If this book is lost, of course, we will not be able to get it, and it will be difficult for you to complete your mission, sir, and your reputation will not be in vain." Durand said: "Personal selfishness, why worry about it." Osterhaout added: "Even if the lord doesn't care about himself, don't you want to think about the fortunes of France's country, all in one book!" Durand sneered: "If you England get the Proverbs, what national fortune do we have in France!"

He handed the book a few inches further away, and said, "Brother Kavanagh, you and I have met in the water, and this matter has nothing to do with you. My master and servant have resolved to die with this book, so go quickly. Brother Kavanagh took off the cross from his chest, and with a slight force, it turned into powder, which drifted away in the wind, and said aloud: "How heroic is the former Son who gave his flesh and blood to pay for the sins of mankind! ”

Osterhout pinched his beard and pretended to praise: "The two are anxious for justice and righteousness, and this prince is very admired." This monk, you might as well listen to the lord's advice, and leave as much as you want, this prince will not stop you, who wants to make more enemies. Brother Kavanagh was about to tell the difference, and Durand said, "Monk, this child is left alone with you!" and pushed Segolena into Kavanagh's arms.

Durand knew that this was the only way to convince Brother Kavanagh to leave. Even if he didn't want to, he still had to care about the life and death of the young man.

Osterhaute knew that this man's martial arts were not below him, and he suspected that he was the authentic successor of the Gospel of Matthew, and he was afraid that he would not have a major relationship with the Holy See, so he was happy to see that there was one less strong opponent and did not stop him. Brother Kavanagh listened to Durand's words, and knew that the knight had a mortal heart, and although his face was expressionless, his hands trembled slightly, and he only took Segolena into his arms.

Osterhout motioned for the four to dodge a way, and Brother Kavanagh led Segolena outside. After a few steps, a sly smile appeared on the corner of Osterhout's mouth, and Abidella beside him suddenly attacked, swung his long whip, and went straight to Segolena, and the four murderers also moved instantly, attacking Brother Kavanagh.

Although Durand knew that the Leopard Prince was not a righteous person, he didn't expect him to turn his face so quickly, and hurriedly raised his warning. This move, as early as the calculation, the actions of the four murderers and Abidella, was precisely to attract his attention. Durand was only distracted for a moment, and Osterhout had already rushed to him, showing his white teeth and smiling: "Sir, greetings to God on my behalf!"

Over there, Abidella waved her long whip, intending to take the Segolena Heavenly Spirit Cover, but she suddenly couldn't bear it, her wrist turned less, and the whip changed her castration slightly, wrapping around his ankle. When Brother Kavanagh saw that Segolena was being attacked, he reached out to grab it, despite the four fierce attacks. Abidella shook her whip, and Segolena was thrown into the air outside the cliff, crying in fright.

In a hurry, Brother Kavanagh flowed like fire in his body, and he jumped up to catch the boy. Eight fierce palms were already surging under his feet, and Brother Kavanagh, who was already sinking, just happened to swing the whip, and he immediately clicked the tip of the thorn whip on the tip of his right foot, and with the help of his strength, he jumped again, trying to jump onto the mountain road.

Osterhout shouted: "The book is in hand, there is no need to leave it alive!" Leaving the thin sword on Duland's chest, he grabbed the book with one hand, and slapped it with the other hand with a strong internal force. Brother Kavanagh hugged Segolena horizontally, unavoidable in mid-air, and knew that he was no longer lucky, and he couldn't help but look at it with compassion, silently chanting "My Lord bless", and doing his best to meet it.

The two palms were opposite, and the two unrivaled forces collided violently, and their force urged the gold to break the stone. With only a muffled roar, Osterhout staggered back six steps, his vest resting on the top of the cliff before he stood, a wisp of red blood flowing from the corner of his mouth. He didn't expect Kavanagh's blow to be so powerful, and he was extremely uncomfortable. If both sides were on the same level and facing each other fairly, I am afraid that his life would be in danger at this time.

Osterhout secretly screamed for luck, thinking that the monk had finally been eliminated. He forced his body to churn, and when he saw that the scroll was still in his hand, he made up his mind. The four murderers and Abidella gathered around at this time, and Osterhout was just about to open his mouth to speak, when Duland, who was pinned to the ground with a thin sword, suddenly burst out laughing, but his voice was sad and sad.

Osterhout stepped forward and wondered, "Why are you laughing when you are dying?" Durand spat out a mouthful of blood and said, "I laugh at you for your hard work as a father-killer, but you still cocoon yourself and get nothing." Osterhout hated others mentioning this nickname the most in his life, and his face couldn't help but change, and he said angrily: "That bald monk and little have already been knocked off the cliff by me, and the "Proverbs" has already ......arrived" Before he finished speaking, he thought of something for a while, and froze in place, and hurriedly called Abidella to take out the fire fold.

Abidella took out the fire from her bosom, and the four murderers tied a bunch of dead branches nearby and lit it. Osterhout let the torch closer, and eagerly opened the ancient book in his hand, the cover of which was blood-red, but the handwriting was unclear, and the inside was densely covered with Latin. Osterhout, unaware that it was a relic of the owner of the castle of Transvania, knew that Hippocrates, an ancient Greek, could never have written in Latin. He was so angry that he stepped on Duland's chest and shouted angrily, "Where the hell is Proverbs?!"

Durand said: "I know that my martial arts are low, and I have already entrusted the Proverbs to Brother Kavanagh, but I have hidden other idle books. It was only then that Osterhaout realized that Durand's threat to Brother Kavanagh was nothing more than a game at the cost of his own life, attracting the attention of the enemy, and Brother Kavanagh could leave safely with the Proverbs. Durand added: "Originally, this strategy was easy to see, if you find it in time, you can still catch up and fight the monk." It's a pity that you didn't believe what you said, and you actually poisoned the monk first, and the real "Proverbs" is afraid that it has been shaken by your palm and fallen into this mountain stream. After that, he coughed again and again, and his mouth was already foaming with blood.

Osterhout didn't wait for him to finish, but ran to the edge of the cliff in three steps and two steps, leaning over to look. But when I saw the wind blowing at my feet, the ravines were gloomy, and the darkness under the valley was dark, I don't know how deep, and where was there any trace of Brother Kavanagh and Segolina......