I don't know how long later, Segolena was suddenly woken up by a burst of ice water, and found that he was firmly bound by several hemp ropes, and several big men around him raised their eyebrows, all with gloomy faces. He looked around and saw that he was at the bottom of a cabin, dimly lit, with only a soybean oil lamp beside it, which occasionally fluttered slightly with the hull of the ship. Segolena tried to lift his breath, and found that the internal force was still there, but it still couldn't be gathered, and the knots were difficult to disperse in all parts of the zodiac, and there was a faint pain in the palm and shin of several places, and the power of Thor's hammer was really not to be underestimated.

A big man pushed him on the shoulder and said loudly, "Sir, he's awake." Björzi then emerged from the darkness, his two thick eyebrows twisted together, and the green tendons on his face were exposed, obviously in anger. He walked up to Segolena, raised his fist and said sharply: "You are now in my hands, tell me the whereabouts of your accomplices, otherwise you will suffer!"

Segolena listened to him and knew that they hadn't found Ek, so he couldn't help but smile bitterly: "What I said is true, but I met him in the water, and I didn't have a deep friendship. Björzi cried out, "You have been together last night, and today you are on board together, and the facts are clear, and you have to quibble!" Segolena said: "I swear by God's name that I have nothing to do with it." Björqi said: "You thieves, what moral integrity do you have, swearing and gambling are like eating and farting!" Segolena said: "If I had been an accomplice and had fled, why should I stay on the boat and wait for you to catch you?" A crowd of people around him burst into laughter, and Björgy was also very proud. Segolena wanted to argue that if it weren't for the sudden fork of his true qi, he might not be able to fight with them, but then he thought about it, why bother telling them this, so he simply shut up. The man said: "This is still the superior's mercy, otherwise you will even be smashed out of your stomach with a punch." Segolena was a little familiar with this voice, it was actually one of the people who whispered next door to the ship yesterday, and he couldn't help but take a second look, and saw that it was a horse-faced man, with two short mustaches on the side of his mouth, and a black mole.

When Björch had finished complimenting the people, he added, "I have asked the sailors of the ship in detail, and in the evening when someone saw the man named Eck sneaking into your cabin, and came out for a long time, was he not discussing the matter of stealing the treasure? When Segolena heard his words, he was suddenly startled in his heart, and then he thought that he had not done anything unusual in his afternoon luck and pranayama, and then he only ate a bunch of grapes brought by Ek, could it be that there was a secret hidden in the grapes?

As he bowed his head in contemplation, Björzi, thinking that the thief had run out of words, perked up, and asked, "Where is that painter named Ek, who instructed you?" A big man next to him shouted, "Sir, if you don't give him some bitterness, this little thief probably won't say anything!" Segolena looked up, but it was the guy who whipped the singer last night and was blown away by his own punch.

Björth's jaw agreed. The big man came up and muttered: "His grandmother, yesterday you taught Lao Tzu with that punch that was so uncomfortable, and today I have to pay ten times more." "It's a punch to the stomach. Segolena was attacked in the lower abdomen, and there was a sharp pain, and the internal force that was stuck in the Maiden's palace was suddenly impacted, and he actually lived. Saigolena's heart moved, and he immediately laughed and said: "It's so comfortable, it's so comfortable, your punch doesn't hurt or itch, it's just worthy of hitting mosquitoes!"

The big man was furious, and punched him again and again, smashing into his chest, lower abdomen, limbs, and face like a storm. Although Segolena's skin and flesh hurt, his internal force was smashed alive by this series of punches, no longer condensed in one place, and gradually flowed again. He didn't say anything, and secretly worked his internal strength while being beaten one by one.

Björzi watched and remained silent. They searched the whole boat for the middle of the night yesterday, and they didn't find any trace of it. If you can't pry anything out of this thief's mouth, this trip to the guard will be considered to be planted at home, how can you have the face to come out and walk the rivers and lakes in the future. Suddenly, the horse-faced man next to him muttered, "Ek...... Ike...... How could the name sound so familiar? Björzi said: "According to himself, from Flanders, with a mortal word in his name, who knows whether it is true or false......" Speaking of this, he suddenly stopped speaking, his face was surprised, his lips were a little dry, and he said for a while: "Could it be ...... Could it be that he is the magic hand painter Van Eyck?"

Van Eyck, the magic hand painter, is Europa's No. 1 monster, both good and evil. This person paints well, and there is a secret of using oil into the painting, which is collected by nobles from all over the world. Van Ek travels all over the world, like idle clouds and wild cranes, which are usually extremely difficult to find, but he has a quirk, he is fond of stealing, and when he sees something good, he will do everything possible to steal it, and he will leave a note to pretend to be elegant, and thank the Lord for his good intentions. So the people of the rivers and lakes gave him a nickname called the magic hand painter, one is to praise him for his Danqing magic brush, and the other is to say that he is empty-handed.

Björzi was so angry when he saw the theft of the treasure last night that he forgot about it for a while, when he was reminded that he thought of this allusion. Björzi rubbed his hands together and said, "If it was the Magic Hand Painter, no wonder he couldn't be found on the ship." I heard that he was so good at it that he might have a way to abandon ship and go ashore. It's just that this person dares to move the birthday gift to the Duke of Belgrade, and he really has a lot of courage!" The horse-faced man said: "I heard that even the Duke of Burgundian in France, the Grand Lord of Salzburg, and the headquarters of the Teutonic Knights have been stolen by him, and the name of the Duke of Belgrade is only afraid that this person will not be able to scare him." Björqi listened, was silent for a long time, and said slowly: "We are escorting the holy money this time, and Mingli said that it was to go to Rome and Belgrade to give the duke's birthday gift, even if few people in our guard know about it, how did this Van Eyck know?" The horse-faced man said: "As the saying goes, there is no impermeable wall, and since the painter dares to call it a magic hand, he wants to have his way." ”

Björzi let out an "um", thinking that if he ran into the magic hand painter, he didn't know how big the chance of winning would be. He took out a small wooden box from his bosom and said, "This treasure is divided into two halves, and it is useless unless it is not in one place." Fortunately, I kept this half with me, and the magic hand painter had not succeeded. In the next few days, the brothers of all families must be in good spirits, and they must not let their guard down for a moment. Everyone agreed, and the horse-faced man said: "Even though the magic hand painter is full of wit, it is still better for our chief to plan first and then decide." ”

Hearing this, Björch glanced at Segolena, who was being beaten, and thought to himself that the magic hand painter has always been cunning, and this young man was afraid that he really didn't know it, and then thought about it, his martial arts are strange, maybe he has some relationship with the magic hand painter, or he can't be taken lightly. Thinking of this, he said: "Darjevic, stop first." Then the strong man named Darjevich put down his fist out of breath, and Björzi went over to see that Segolena had been beaten all over his body, and he was miserable, and said: "This matter is very involved, and it will be interrogated in Belgrade in detail, and now it is right to lock him up in the cabin with the!" He paused, and then commanded: "Bring them some ointment and rub it on, lest they hang up before they reach the harbor and die without proof." With that, he turned and left the cabin, and Darjevich and the horse-faced man went out, leaving only two guards in the cabin.

Segolena's nose and face were swollen from this old punch, and the internal force in his body was loosened by the stagnation, which was quite refreshing, just like a lump of hard dough being kneaded by a baker. He was beaten and secretly invigorated, and by the time Darjevic stopped, seven of the twelve signs of his body had been soothed, and it only took one more night to recover as before. Listening to Björzi's words just now, he knew that Augustine was still alive, so he relaxed and concentrated on pranayama.

The boat had been on the Danube for two days, and Segolena had been confined to the bottom of the cabin for the last few days, and his internal strength had recovered to the fullest, and it was not difficult to break free from the rope, but he was happy to ride the boat downwind, and pretended to be dying. The guards only told him that he was half dead, so they lost their vigilance, and often talked and drank as if no one was around, and Segolena listened attentively, and knew a lot of things.

It turned out that the Holy Guards came to Belgrade for a major event in Europa Wulin - Duke Hunyati of Belgrade celebrated his 70th birthday this year, and he was celebrating his heroic post and inviting heroes from all walks of life in Europa. This Duke of Belgrade is a well-known figure in the rivers and lakes: the number one person, the knight of the white shield appointed by the Pope, the family heirloom of 13 Roman javelins, is profound, and has few opponents. More than ten years ago, he led 3,000 troops to resist the Ottoman army of 60,000 on the banks of the Danube, and his fame moved the world. Now the whole of Serbia has been reduced to vassals, and only the surroundings of Belgrade have not moved, all thanks to the prestige of the duke. Even Murad II was helpless against this stone-like old man. When these guards mentioned the duke's name, they were all respectful, not daring or disrespectful.

On the morning of the third day, we finally arrived at the river port on the south bank of Belgrade. Björzi personally escorted Segolena and Augustine out of the cabin, tied them heavily with hemp rope, and carried them ashore with the holy cargo. Segolena was pushed out of the hatch by two big men, taking the opportunity to look left and right.

When the Danube arrives, the river becomes extremely wide and sparkling, and thousands of sails rush by, and the sound of the bow cutting through the water comes and goes. The Belgrade River Harbour, located on the south side of the riverbank, is much larger than Prahovo, with seven or eight ports of call alone, and it is extremely busy. In the distance, on the high slope of the southwest, there is a majestic gray-white castle, with towers at the corners of the four sides, and the battlements are like knives and teeth according to the slope, which is the Belgrade fortress. The castle is surrounded by a large number of houses, and it has become a town under the city. There was a stone wall around the perimeter, more than a few people high.

Björzi unfurled the golden cross flag, and the dock officials knew that they were the Holy Guards, so they didn't dare to slack off and took it personally. Björzi saluted the official and said, "We have received the decree of the Pope, and we have sent a birthday congratulatory gift to the duke." The official said in a loud voice: "There is already an explanation from above, if a few masters of the Holy Guards come, there will be hospitality in the upper room." Björzi was satisfied: "That's very good." The official looked at the noisy crowd on the left and right, and said, "You have also seen that the duke has invited a lot of people for this big birthday, and there are guests from all over Europa these days to greet him." We apologize for any inconsiderate hospitality. Björzi nodded slightly, and said, "I'm used to sleeping in the open, so it's okay." It's just that the birthday gift personally explained by the Pope is very important, and it must be stored in a safe place. The official said: "This is natural, the Duke has specially set aside a treasury for birthday gifts from all over the world." When you get to the city, you'll find out. ”

Several horse-drawn carriages are available on the quays to transport guests between the river harbour and the castle. Björzi watched as the dock boatmen loaded their goods, tied the prisoners to their carts, and drove down the flat road towards the castle. There were many pedestrians along the way from the river port to the castle, including knights and accompanying retinues, noble honor guards, some merchants, entertainers, barbers, wandering langzhong and monks, and some farmers who drove pigs and sheep to coax them. There are also some people with swords tied around their waists, their eyes are shining, or riding or walking, which is very different from the temperament of ordinary pedestrians. Björqi is the first lake, and at a glance, you can see that it is a person in the martial arts, and there are many good players among them, and I can't help but secretly sigh that this birthday banquet is really amazing.

The carriage was rumbling when suddenly there was a sharp sound of horses' hooves behind it. Björzi poked his head out of the carriage and saw a convoy of horses galloping from behind. At the head of the horse is a middle-aged man, this person has a square face and wide eyebrows, a lofty instrument, a little white spots on his temples, two sharp white eyebrows like a spear with a sword horn, and several young men and women behind him are all chic and handsome. They were all dressed in white robes, and the corners of their robes flew up and down, like angels descending.

Björzi slapped his thigh and said happily: "So they are here too!" Darjevich stared intently at a handsome woman in the horse team, and when he heard Björzi say this, he hurriedly asked: "Where are these people?" Björzi pointed to the middle-aged man, and said in awe: "Have you heard of the name of the Twelve Apostles of the Protectorate?" The one headed by the leader is the descendant of the Apostle Simon, the Sicilian Provenzano, who is now the first of the Holy See Inquisition, and the Inquisition is under his control and has a very high status. The fact that the Pope was willing to send him to celebrate the birthday of the Duke of Belgrade was really a great face-saving thing. ”

Darjevich licked his lips, looked at the woman's slender figure, and said unsatisfactorily: "Several of his female disciples are really good!" Björqi's face tightened, and he hurriedly shouted: "Hugh wants to talk nonsense! They will hear it, but they will pull out their tongues! What do you know! Those people are the lay disciples of Provenzano, all of them are proud of him, and they are all ruthless characters in the rivers and lakes. The woman you are staring at, named Chrie, known as 'Wang Ergure' by the Jianghu people, once overturned the Adriatic Seawolf Gang, the Greek Fire Gate, and the Corsican Iron Sand Gang within a month, just because she was told a light word by a gang. Darjevic stuck out his tongue and said in horror: "This woman is so powerful, we can't afford it." Björzi ignored him and said to himself, "Lord Provenzano is here, so we have a backer, and we are not afraid that the magic hand painter will make trouble." He glanced back at Segolena, who snorted coldly with his eyes closed.

As he spoke, the caravan had already crossed the convoy, and it was only then that Björtzzi saw that they were only the lead, and that a carriage was followed by him, and he was shocked to wonder what kind of person was in the carriage, and that Provenzano was willing to be its escort. He took another look, and the carriage was plain white, and the windows on both sides were tightly covered with thick curtains, so that he could not see the scene in the carriage at all. Björzi looked carefully at the lily emblem on the roof of the car, and gasped, it turned out to be the mothers of the Beguin Society!

The Beguin Society is a place where female monks have devoted themselves to their cultivation, and there have been no men in the assembly for hundreds of years. They have little contact with the outside world, and their status is beyond the Holy See, and they have always been a mysterious force influencing the martial arts of Europa. It is said that the name of the martial arts passed down by the Beguin Society is "The Divine Skill of the Blessed Virgin Mary", and several of the grandmothers in the society are hidden masters, and it is even rumored that there are only a few people in Europe today who can compete with the beguin's grandmothers.

The mothers of the Beguin Society seldom walked in the world, but today they openly came to the duke's birthday banquet, and also invited the descendants of the apostle Simon to be the guard, and Byoqi felt more and more that this birthday banquet was by no means simple, and his heart was awe-struck.

After passing the Beguin's car, Björzi carried the goods into Belgrade. The houses in the city are lined up one after another, and the avenues are flat and wide, which is quite the magnificence of the capital of a country. As soon as the carriage entered, someone inside had already come out to answer it. These family members in the Duke's Mansion were all dressed in green brocade suits, and their words and manners were all polite, which made Björzie secretly admire. They passed through several gates, and the crowd was full of people, and the guards went one by one, checking layer by layer, whether it was registering the registers, delivering gifts, allocating rooms, leading horses and feeding troughs, etc., all arranged in an orderly manner.

Björzi and his guards were placed in a farmhouse, where the birthday gifts were sent to a special treasury, while Segolena and Augustin were taken over by Belgrade's guards and taken into prison under the city.

As soon as the guards guarding the cell turned around, Segolena scrambled up from the ground, first broke the rope with the inner strength of Proverbs, and then untied the rope from Augustine's body. Augustine has suffered a little in the past few days, and his spirit is a little aggrieved, and when he saw that his master was fine, his eyes flashed with joy, and he opened his mouth and screamed twice.

Segolena said to Augustin: "Now that we have entered Belgrade, I just saw that there are many people in the city, and it should not be difficult to escape while there is chaos." Augustine gestured a few times, and Segolena smiled: "After being beaten by that guy, the true qi in my body has been alive, and I have worked hard to regulate breathing in the past two days, and all of them have recovered." ”

With that, he turned his head to look and saw that the two of them were in a rectangular room, with a thick iron door firmly blocking the doorway. The floor of the prison was covered with only a few straws, which were already rotten. The skin of the wall was peeling and rotten, and there was only a small air window on it, blocked by a row of iron grilles. He went to the window and looked out, and it turned out that the prison was built on a high slope, and the ground outside the window was ten people high.

Segolena held the two iron grates with both hands, and writhed with the internal force of the proverbs, and the iron grates creaked a few times and stopped moving. It turns out that this iron grille is embedded in the wall early in the morning, and then cast, which is different from the ordinary plugging, very strong, except for breaking it, otherwise it is absolutely difficult to pull out. Augustine also stepped forward and tried it, but it still didn't work. Segolena circled around the cell, and the walls around him were made of large stones, not to mention loose, not even a crack. After tossing for a long time, Segolena had nothing to do, so he simply lay down on the ground and thought hard about how to get out.

At night, there is a cold moonlight shining in through the air window, and the noise in the city can be faintly heard in the distance. The guard threw two pieces of hard bread through a small crack under the iron door and walked away. Segolena took a few bites and fell into a deep sleep, when he heard his name being called out in his ear. He was in good spirits, quickly got up, and looked out the window with the sound, but saw a figure hanging outside, smiling and waving through the iron window, but it was Van Eyck!

When Segolene saw that it was him, he didn't step forward, and said coldly: "What are you still doing here?" Van Eyck said: "The moonlight is dissolving tonight, and I just want to invite you to have a drink, so I am here to invite you." Segolene said, "I was sincere to you, but you poisoned me and put me in prison, and now you are mocking?" He only then realized that Van Eyck was holding a thick rope hanging down in his right hand, no wonder he could hang out of the window, swaying slightly from time to time.

Van Eyck had expected his reaction, and laughed: "When I painted Saint Giotto trapped in Ardor in Badova for more than 100 days, he painted the immortal masterpiece "Mourning Christ". You're just a prisoner for two days, so why bother with such an unintelligible feeling. My Scattered Gong Pill is not toxic, it will only teach people to temporarily dissipate their internal strength, and young people will suffer some hardships, and they should be exercised, so they will not be of great use after tempering. Seeing that he was talking coldly, his anger rose sharply, and he wanted to wave his palm to cut the rope and smash the damn painter to death, but suddenly he thought about it, and stared at him and said, "Didn't you find that the treasure was only half of it, and it was useless, so you came to me to help you get the other half, right?" Van Eyck was stunned at first, and then laughed and said: "Xiaoyou, you are really ice and snow smart! That thing is the most precious thing in the world, if it is not complete, wouldn't it be a great pity?" Segolena simply clasped his arms and said, "How can you be so sure that I will help you?" Van Eyck raised a finger and said proudly, "I followed you all the way, and I saw with my own eyes that Björzi had put the other half of the treasure and your wooden staff in one place, both in the treasury of the Duke's Palace. Xiaoyou thinks you cherish this wooden cane, right?"

Segolena was speechless for a moment, the five-ringed chestnut staff was a relic of Brother Kavanagh and his token in the dervishes, and it must not fall into the hands of others under any circumstances. Seeing that he was silent, Van Eyck knew that he had already said something, so he hit the railroad while it was hot: "I have already seen that you have a special skill, Xiaoyou, you and I have joined forces to sneak into the warehouse, and each takes what he needs, which is a good story in the history of art." Segolena said lightly: "Having said that, how did you get me out?"

Van Eyck said: "It's not difficult to say this, but it's not easy to say. Segolena frowned, puzzled. Van Eyck grabbed a small yellow-black ball as big as a chicken egg from his bosom and said, "This is a gift from a friend of mine, named Greek Fire Powder, once ignited, it has the power to break stones and iron, and it is effortless to blow open this small air window." Segolena had seen the power of this ** in Moldova, and was not surprised, and asked: "What's the difficulty?" Van Eyck saw that he was not surprised by the Greek fire powder, and was a little disappointed, so he had to reply: "When the window was blown up, the sound was very loud, and the prison guards heard it, and they would come immediately, and someone had to stop them, otherwise this plan would be like fishing for the moon in water." When Segolena saw him turn his gaze to Augustine, he immediately understood what he meant, and said angrily: "Teach others to die for me, but it is not the work of the righteous!" Van Eyck said: "Since he is your slave, these little things should always be done for the master." ”

The conversation between the two of them was in Italian, and Augustine couldn't understand it, so he just sat on the straw. Although Segolena and Augustine had the status of master and servant, he did not have half the idea of being subordinate to the master in his head, and only regarded the black man as a companion. He said to Van Eyck: "Augustine and I have a comradeship, and I would rather live here for the rest of my life than be the one who betrays his friends to survive!"

Van Eyck was clearly mocking himself when he heard his words, and he was not annoyed, he smiled: "Little friend, you are so narrow-minded. Either way, since you insist, I can't stop it, it's up to you to create!" he handed him a chisel and said to Segolena, "You dig some holes out of the root of the iron grate, so that I can put Greek fire powder and be quicker." ”

Segolena took the chisel, lifted his arms with his divine skills, and smashed it with all his might, splashing sparks at the chisel. The exterior wall was made of natural boulders, and the stone was extremely thick and hard, unlike the rock wall he had broken in the cave of the Absolute Valley that day. He was busy in the middle of the night to chisel out several half-deep grooves. Van Eyck handed over the Greek powder and taught Segolena to pour it into the trough at the base of the iron grate, leaving only a faint line of powder on the outside, and carefully patted it.

Van Eyck smiled at this time, took out the flint, and said to Segolenne: "This Greek fire powder is very powerful, this cell is really cramped, I don't know what is going on for a while, so I have to take a risk." Wait a minute, I'll hang it up first, and then you set this pink thread on fire, and then hide with the black man at the door, hug your head, and muster up your internal strength, so as not to be injured by the rubble. As soon as the explosion is finished, break the iron rod as soon as possible and climb out, and I have my own rope here to answer it. With that, he alternated his hands and climbed up the rope, and soon he was gone.

Segolena knew that this thing was extremely powerful, and that it would be a loss if it was as strong as the "hermit" and the like, so he told Augustine in Greek to hide under the door, and he threw it into the pink line with a spark, and hurriedly hid at the door. When the spark saw the pink thread, it suddenly swelled up and burned all the way along the pink thread. Segolena held his head in his hands, only to feel a loud noise, deafening, and the air waves were surging, and the rubble flew around, smashing on his body and causing pain. He tried his best to resist, but he was still scratched by flying stones on his shoulders and lower abdomen.

As soon as the explosion stopped, Segolena shook off the powder and jumped up with Augustine. They saw that the bottom of several iron grilles of the air window had been blown to pieces, and all four arms stretched out together, writhing desperately.

Seeing that the iron rods were about to be shaken down, a thick rope had been stretched out of the window. At this time, there was a lot of confusion outside the cell, some people shouted loudly in Serbian, and the guards had already arrived. Augustine heard the clanging of metal, knew they had pulled out their keys, roared, let go of the iron bar, and threw himself back at the cell door. The iron door was originally open to the outside, and there was no handle inside the door, so he grabbed the small slit under the door with both hands to deliver food, and kicked his legs on both sides of the door to prevent the guards outside from opening the door.

Segolena was startled and hurriedly called out Augustine's name. Augustine couldn't speak, and he couldn't make a gesture, so he turned back and screamed at Segolena with his mouth open, and bloodshot eyes burst out of the corners of his eyes. The guards outside kept shouting, and the iron prison door was pulled to a bang, and Augustine could barely hold on to the iron door with all the skills of Zimbabwe's great wrestlers, but he couldn't hold on for long. Segolena tried to go over and help, but the black man just shook his head desperately, and suddenly he suddenly threw himself up sharply, his expression extremely painful. It turned out that the guards saw a few fingers sticking out of the gap under the door, and they kicked one after another, but they almost didn't use their blades to cut them.

Segolena used his arms to tear the last two iron rods apart. Outside, Van Eyck shouted: "If you don't leave now, you can't go!" Segolene looked fiercely, bit his lip fiercely, but turned around and jumped to the door, tearing the black man away. The iron prison door suddenly lost its resistance, and was dragged open by the guards outside, and the people who dragged the door fell to the ground with a bang. Segolena took the opportunity to jump out of the door, his palms moving like the wind, the Gospel of Matthew is based on peace, controlling people without hurting, he made the general at this time not very easy, so he turned back to the Occam Truth Fist, and shot fiercely, knocking down more than a dozen soldiers in an instant. The corridor of the cell was already narrow, and when he made such a fuss, the soldiers behind him staggered and huddled together, and they could only hold their weapons and shout, but they couldn't rush in.

Segolena shouted in Greek with his fist and told Augustine to hurry out of the window, but suddenly he felt light, but it was Augustin who used his Zimbabwean grappling hand and locked him sideways to his waist. Segolena didn't expect the Negro to attack him, and before he could resist, Augustine used his divine power to throw him back to his cell and slammed the iron door shut. Segolena got up from the ground and tried to push the door open again but was bolted from the outside. I only heard the continuous sound of broken joints and screams outside, thinking that it was the guards whose hands and feet had been broken by Augustine.

Van Eyck said coldly outside the window: "If you don't leave, he will fight to the death; Segolene listened to him, and knew that what he was saying was true, so he threw himself out of the window, grabbed the twine, and shouted into the prison: "Augustine, I have escaped, you are about to descend!" Van Eyck said, "Without further ado, let us slip down the rope." After saying that, he lowered himself to the ground.

Segolena refused to go, hanging out of the window and not moving, until he heard the sound of fists and feet outside the cell, and the soldiers scolded more than **, knowing that Augustine had given up resistance, so he slipped the rope with both hands and lowered to the ground. When he was about to reach the ground, a soldier poked his head out of the prison, drew his sword and cut the rope, and Segolena swung his body, kicked his legs on the prison wall, and with the force of the swing, he rose and fell lightly to the ground, and the broken rope fell to himself. Van Ek praised: "What a handsome kung fu, little friend, you really hide it deeply." ”

Segolene didn't see the slightest hint of success, and whispered, "Let's go quickly!" Van Eyck smiled: "Little friend don't have to worry like this, you and I don't have to worry about it, and your loyal servant can be protected from death for a day." I'll wait until I take out the treasure and then come back to save him. He looked up at the prison and said, "This is not a small movement, and without further ado, we must do it before they all get out of bed." ”

The two men didn't say much, and Segolena followed Van Eyck closely, turning left and right along the streets of Belgrade, sometimes leaping high, sometimes sneaking. Van Eyck seemed to know the terrain well, and the city's complex laneways did not hesitate. Segolena saw that the painter was flying off the wall, and he was calm and relaxed, which showed that the light work under his feet was really not shallow.

Segolene asked, "What are you stealing?" Van Eyck said, "Hehe, that is the elixir that the Pope specially asked someone to collect from Mount Mijul in order to celebrate the Duke's birthday." Segolena was shocked as he remembered the conversation he had overheard on the boat that day. Van Eyck said: "The Duke of Belgrade has been infected with a strange disease called Medusa's Weeping over the years, and his limbs have become stiffer and stiffer, and he is afraid that he will turn into a stone statue if he does not last a few years, and he is helpless to find famous doctors all over the world. In the end, an Arab miracle doctor Ibn Sadoken came to the rescue, but the old man said that he would rather die than be rescued by the *** doctor. In desperation, Ibn Sado left a prescription and left. Segolena sighed, "The Duke is a man of backbone. Van Eyck said: "He has backbone, but he suffers others." The prescription of the divine doctor of Sado mentions that there is a worm and a grass in the Mijul Mountains. The insect is called the Bazlisk worm, the head of the insect is like a rooster, the body is like a small snake, and the legendary monster Bazlisk chicken snake is very similar, so it is named; the grass is called four-leaf clover, born with four leaves, it is the best in the clover. This insect and grass are rare and can only survive in the Mijul Mountains, and it is extremely difficult to find. The Bazlisk worm I only eats clover, and if you feed it four-leaf clover, it will freeze to death immediately. Crushing the insect corpse and swallowing it is the cure for Medusa's weeping. However, soon after the death of the Bazlisk worm, it withers into a layer of dry skin, so it must be eaten at the time without a moment's delay. ”

Segolena suddenly realized: "No wonder Björki refuses to put them together and put them in separate boxes. Van Eyck said: "The Pope really has a heart, he knows that the Duke of Belgrade does not want to be favored, so he sent an envoy of the Holy See to visit him, and then sent the Holy Guard to escort him." In this way, this worm and herb became an elixir given by the Pope himself, and the Duke could take it with confidence. It's a pity that I only stole the four-leaf clover, but the Bazlisk worm was fitted by Björzi. Now that the bug is in storage, it's my chance to wait!"

After hearing this, Segolena muttered in his heart, he is also a subordinate of the Holy See, but now he helps this painter to steal medicine, which is not very appropriate. Seeing that he was hesitant, Van Eyck said, "As long as you enter the storehouse, you go and get your cane, and I will get my worms, and the two have nothing to do with it." Segolene said: "You steal the elixir, don't you also suffer from the cry of Medusa?" Van Eyck stretched out his right hand, and his slender fingers played with it a few times out of thin air, and said with a smile: "Do you look like me? The world is only a hundred years old, and art lasts forever, and my usage is the most reasonable. Segolene was about to open his mouth to question, but Van Eyck suddenly stopped and whispered, "This is it!"

The two were in the northwestern corner of Belgrade Castle, where there was a small chapel made of blue brick with a corner fort on each side. It was once a place of daily worship for the Duke's family, but now it has been temporarily converted into a place to store valuable birthday gifts. Van Eyck said: "There is only one entrance to this chapel, and there are two guards outside the door. There is also a squad of patrolmen on the left. Segolena frowned and said, "With your skills, why do you have to ask me for help. Van Eyck raised his white hands and said to himself: "My hands are only dedicated to art, and I have never learned such vulgar things as boxing, and if I hurt my fingers, wouldn't it be a great loss?"

At this point, Segolena had to cheer up. The two guardians at the door were tall and big, with high bulging temples, and they were both hard hands, and the Duke only sent two of them to guard, obviously full of confidence. They didn't squint, and suddenly they heard a flirtatious tune in their ears, and saw a strange man in a fancy dress whistling and walking leisurely. The two guards knew that most of the duke's guests were from the rivers and lakes, and there were many strange people among them, so they didn't dare to shout, so they only stretched out their hands to stop him and said: "This guest, this is an important place in the castle, and it is inconvenient for outsiders to enter and exit, please go back early." The man scratched his unkempt hair and said drunkly, "Forgive your sins and forgive your sins, and you will be drunk for a while, but you don't know where you have gone." The two looked at each other and said, "Turn back from here, go down the steps and turn right, and a soldier will take you back. The man took two steps forward and muttered, "Since I can meet you, it is also fate, why don't I paint a portrait of you?" The two guards looked at each other, so they had to step forward to support him, and the man suddenly raised his head and smiled: "This painting is called "Two Soldiers Fighting for Faint Pictures"!"

The two guards were stunned, and a black shadow suddenly jumped out behind them, and two clean knives slashed at the back of the neck. This hand knife is full of internal strength, and its power penetrates the Star Palace, and the two of them are black in front of them, and they faint immediately. Van Eyck clapped his hands and praised: "What a beautiful technique." Still a little hesitant, Segolena glanced at the unconscious guard and urged, "Open the door." ”

The door lock of the chapel was just an ordinary copper-winged lock, and Van Eyck took out two steel pins, inserted them into the keyhole and pounded them a few times, and the lock was opened. The two pushed the door in, and saw that it was full of all kinds of rare treasures, including gold-inlaid jade-inlaid gauntlet long swords, as big as chicken eggs, and some ancient books and old pots. Mo said that Segolena is a dirt bun, even Van Eyck is amazed.

The two searched around, and Van Eyck suddenly rejoiced: "So it's here!" He removed a golden statue of Our Lady made by Slyutel himself, kicked open Donatello's unicorn tapestry, and took out a wooden staff and a small wooden box from the bottom, the wooden box was engraved with the Holy See's emblem, and there was also a special sealing mud for the Thor Gate. Segolena took the wooden staff, and the five scars on it were vividly visible, and he couldn't help but reach out and caress it gently, overjoyed. Van Eyck took the wooden box into his arms and said, "It's not too late to get out of here and enjoy it!" ”

The two stepped out of the chapel, only to find that the two guards who had fainted in the doorway were gone. Van Eyck is a ** lake after all, and he secretly screams that it is not good, and before he can open his mouth to remind Segolenne, the torches around him suddenly shine brightly, shining as if it were day. Bjorn walked out of the shadows of the tower with fists in his hands, and said coldly: "Demon Hand Painter, I expected you to go and come back to steal the other half of the treasure, sure enough!" Behind him stood a man in his early twenties, born in a fifth official, wearing a bright silver chain mail and carrying a broad-bladed short sword in his hand.

A woman's sharp voice came from the opposite direction: "Björzi, are you talking about the thief, is this old and young?" Segolene and Van Eyck hurriedly turned their heads, and saw three white-robed young men walking out of the corner fort on the other side, two women and one man, who were actually the three lay disciples of Provenzano who they had met earlier. The man in the middle is tall and magnificent, the woman on the left has red hair, it is the Cherie nicknamed "Wang Ergulei", and there is a girl on the right, no more than fifteen years old, born with white and tender skin, beautiful and beautiful, but there is no expression on her face.

Van Eyck looked left and right, and finally waved his finger and sighed: "Hey, they are here too, and this is not easy to get along." Segolena didn't need him to remind him, he could see that these three people were by no means vulgar, and he smiled bitterly in his heart. It is said that Segolena is a disciple of Brother Kavanagh and a descendant of the Gospel of Matthew, and he is the same brother as these three disciples of the Gospel of Simon, but in the current situation, even if he confesses his identity, he will only end up with the infamy of a thief who insults his teacher. When Segolena was in the valley, he never thought of meeting his colleagues in the Twelve Gospels of the Protectorate.

The man behind Björzi suddenly took a step forward, stood side by side with him, and said solemnly: "The predecessor of the magic hand painter is a famous figure in Europa, and he has always admired him very much, and I also have a collection of masterpieces in my family. If it's something else, let your predecessors take it, and you won't be stingy. It's just that this four-leaf clover is an elixir given to his father by His Majesty the Pope, and his life is at stake. ”

This remark was extremely appropriate, and he nodded frequently than Jorch and the three disciples, and even Segolena said yes. What he meant was that as long as Van Eyck handed over the four-leaf clover, he would not be guilty of the past, and he would be able to receive him alive, which could be said to be enough face. When Van Eyck heard him praise his paintings, his expression was very proud, and he shook his head and said: "You are the only son of the Duke of Belgrade, Janos Hunyati?" and Janos said: "Exactly!" Van Eyck praised: "The tiger father has no dogs, and he has the demeanor of a father at a young age." 'Little Lionheart' is not in vain. "Charlie the Lionheart is the famous king of Europa, and Yanos can be called the little Lionheart, which shows his ability.

Arnosh raised his hand and said, "The seniors praised it. Van Eyck rolled his eyes and said, "You said that your family has a collection of my masterpieces, dare to ask which one it is?" Björzi's expression was tense, and Janos was just casually polite, but he didn't expect this painter to be more serious, he had a strange temper, and once he answered wrong, he didn't know what was right or wrong. Unexpectedly, Janos said unhurriedly: "The predecessor's "Arnolfini and His Bride" is delicate and exquisite, and my mother has to look at it several times a day, and often says that it is not seen for a day, and the food is tasteless. ”

Van Eyck was overjoyed to hear him say this, he had always been the most conceited of his painting skills, and he could be so judged by others that it was better than any flattery. He fiddled with his fingers and muttered. At this time, a woman screamed at the other end: "Why bother with these little thieves, stab them to death with a sword, and it's not too late to hunt for treasures!"

It was Cherie who spoke and was known as "Wang Erguray". The three of them were originally invited by Bjorqi to help with the fist, but now they were left aside, and they didn't even report their names, and Cherie was as hot as fire, and she couldn't help but be furious. Van Eyck heard her shout, glanced sideways and said coldly: "Provenzano's mouth seems to be sewn together with a needle and thread, but the disciple who received it is so noisy. ”

Cherie saw that as soon as he opened his mouth, he mocked himself and his master, and without saying a word, he raised his hammer and smashed it over. The Holy See's martial arts do not advocate killing, because neither the priests nor the monks use swords, the Kavanagh monks use chestnut staffs, and Provenzano's disciples all use three-cubit maces, which can be smashed and hammered, and there are many variations. As soon as Cherie came up, she unleashed the Gospel of Simon, covering Van Eyck in a sharp edge.

Simon was known as the first of Jesus' disciples, and before he followed the Lord, he was a member of the Vigilantes, and he was meticulous in his observance of Jewish law. The martial arts that Jesus passed on to him were also based on rigor and integrity. Simon's Gospel moves are interlocking and tightly knit, leaving few flaws, and the pattern is different from that of Matthew's gospel. Chery's temperament is explosive, but the moves in her hand are based on the essence of Simon's gospel, and the mace makes dozens of clear marks, all of which are aimed at the opponent's vital points.

Van Eyck snorted, pulled out two fine-haired brushes, and the two exchanged them, and actually put her mace on the ground. Cherie was stunned, took two steps back, and came back to attack. Van Eyck's double brushstrokes fly, cutting, scraping, pointing, and brushing gestures continuously, integrating painting techniques into the moves. The two brushes seemed to be slender, but they always unloaded the mace with clever moves. Cherie attacked ten moves in a row, but she was deflected by Van Eyck's brush, and she was never satisfied. Van Eyck answered, and nagged from time to time: "Miss, you have a bad personality, but your figure is graceful, if you let me draw your body, I'm afraid I don't know how many men will be obsessed with you." He was originally born of artistic sincerity, but in Cherie's ears, it was full of frivolous words, and he was even more annoyed.

Seeing that the two were fighting, Janos wanted to step forward to stop it, but was stopped by Björzi and persuaded: "Young master, Simon has the most important reputation. If you rush forward, won't you save their face? I'm afraid that there will be more trouble in the future. Janos frowned and said, "I almost said that the magic hand painter, why should that young lady have any extraneous branches?" Björch smiled bitterly, "If she hadn't been extraneous and unproductive, she wouldn't have been called Wangure." ”

Segolene only knew that Van Eyck had achieved light work, but he didn't expect his pen to be so exquisite, but Cherie couldn't get any cheap in his hands. As he was watching himself, the tall white-robed man walked slowly in front of him, pulled out his mace, and gave a salute: "Below is Romulus, who is of the Ximen lineage, come to ask Your Excellency for a few tricks." Seeing that he had a clear face and was a master of his house, Segolene suddenly became competitive, and thought that he did not know which was stronger or weaker between Simon's Gospel and the teacher's Gospel of Matthew, so he raised his wooden staff and said, "It is also good, I have offended." ”

It turned out that Romulus saw that his junior sister and Van Eyck had lost the upper hand, but he was afraid of losing and did not want to be said to be two against one, so he came to deal with Segolenne. As long as you capture this accomplice, you can use it to hold the magic hand painter hostage. He is calm and unwilling to do too much, and his reputation in the rivers and lakes is not as big as his two junior sisters, but in terms of kung fu, he is far more solid than them, and he has long been regarded as a descendant of Provenzano. It was Romulus who acted very seriously, lest he be careless and ruin the reputation of Simon and the Holy See.

When Romulus saw the young man in front of him raise his wooden staff, he thought that he had no sword to defend himself, and in a hurry, he grabbed an object and used it, so he opened his mouth to remind: "Such a duel is not very fair. What kind of blade do you use? I can borrow it from Master Arnos. Segolena said lightly: "It's okay, I've always used this staff." Romulus no longer insisted, showed the starting style of Simon's gospel, and said loudly: "Then please be careful, I'm going to make a move!"

Seeing his posture, Segolena realized that the Gospels of Simon and Matthew were indeed in the same stream, and although the two started with their own ingenuity, they complemented each other and were seamless. In such a flash of effort, Romulus's mace had already pierced in front of him, and Segolena hurriedly raised his staff and struck the "Aegis Garn" to pin the nail teeth of the hammer, and the twelve palaces were full of energy, and with a twist of force, the momentum of the mace was reversed. Romulus was taken aback, and hurriedly urged the internal force, and smashed forward with the mace, and the two couldn't hold each other, one hammer and one staff froze in the middle, and kept bumping. Suddenly, there was a "bang", Romulus took the wooden staff, and Segolena gripped the mace and each took three steps backwards.

Although the two are rivals, they can't help but be a little funny for a while. Segolena said, "Why don't we change it back!" Romulus nodded, "Listen to me." The two threw their weapons back at each other. Simon's Gospel moves are rigorous and heavy on internal force. Romulus has cultivated hard over the years, and he has been confident that his cultivation is no less than that of any master, and he can't help but be a little shocked when he can't imagine that the internal strength of the young man in front of him is strange, and he seems to be above him. He flicked his mace and shouted, "Who is your Excellency?" and said Segolena, "My name is Segolena." ”

Romulus had some knowledge of the young masters of all the sects and factions of Europa, but he had never heard of this name, and thought that it was probably fake, so he had to arrest him first, and then interrogate him before it was too late. With a certain mind, he unfurled the Gospel of Simon again, and waved it with the sound of the wind. Segolena was intent on comparing the two gospels, and instead of using the Occam Fist of Truth, he used only the Gospel of Matthew to fight against the enemy with the wooden staff in his hand. Both of them are good players, and they have passed dozens of moves in an instant, and they are evenly matched. Simon is serious, Matthew is generous, and the two sets of exercises are all clumsy and skillful, and Segolena and Romulus do their best, and the attack and retreat are very compatible, as if feeding each other.

Romulus suddenly used a "Simon to support the boat", three internal forces combined with the power of the mace, Segolena hugged Yuan Shouyi, and the wooden staff in his hand flew like a whirlwind, each of which happened to block the path of the mace. Romulus jumped five steps away from the gap, stopped with his weapon in his hand, and shouted, "This is the move of the Gospel of Matthew!!! Who are you?"

Segolena smiled: "I have already said that my name is Segolena and I have never changed it. Romulus frowned, the way this young man used his staff was in the Gospel of Matthew, but his internal force was running wantonly, which was very different from the Holy See's deeply restrained mind. He was thoughtful, and he was afraid that this person might have some connections with the Holy See, so it would be better to ask clearly. Unexpectedly, Segolena did not give up, when he was in Moldova, he was either defeated by a strong opponent like the hermit, or he beat opponents like Pasha and Zio to a mess, except for Archbishop Joseph, he had never fought evenly with people, and today he encountered an opponent like Romulus who was very close in terms of internal strength and moves, and he couldn't help but feel a great sense of war.

Romulus saw that the other party was counterattacking, so he had to swing the mace and meet it again. Every time the rods and hammers intersected, he felt a sharp internal force crossing the blade, breaking into his twelve palaces, and the four liquids were boiling, and he had to concentrate and hold on to barely maintain balance. Romulus thought to himself that the Gospel of Matthew was known for its longevity, and with this kid's abundant internal strength, he might only lose if he continued like this. He reached out and unbuckled his white robe, and threw it on the ground with a clatter, revealing the short coat inside, and his face became solemn. Segolena said, "That's very good, you should be serious!" A palm flew over and attacked his second palace corridor.

He calculated that with Romulus's temperament, he would block it with a mace, and he took the opportunity to sweep the wooden staff, and pointed the head of the staff at several star points in the Virgin Palace on his waist, and there was no way to avoid it. Unexpectedly, Romulus suddenly dodged, turned behind Segolina, and quietly tapped him with his left index finger in the back of the heart. Segolena was startled, hurriedly turned over, the wooden staff flew, and stabbed straight through with an incomparably strong internal force, Romulus raised the mace slightly, his body moved sideways, and gently knocked on the head of the cane with a clatter. Segolena fought several times, and suddenly felt that Romulus seemed to be a different person, no longer bumping into himself, raising his hand to move lightly, and moving vertically and horizontally was extremely clever.

Little did he know that this was an esoteric technique in the Gospel of Simon, called the Secret of Forgiveness of Sins. In the past, when Jesus was a guest at Simon's house, Simon was hospitable, but a sinful woman stood behind Jesus with a jade bottle of ointment, washed his feet with tears, wiped his feet with her hair, kissed his ankles with her mouth, and anointed his back. Jesus forgave her sins. Simon was astonished and asked, "If there is a creditor, and one of them is in debt to him fifty denarii, and the other is indebted to five denarii." He wants to forgive his debts, and who loves him more? Simon said: "Naturally, it is a person who owes a lot." Jesus laughed and said, "Since I entered the house, you have not taken water to wet my feet, you have not kissed me, you have not anointed my head with oil, this woman has done more than you." and she was forgiven many of her sins, because her love was so much. But to him who forgives little, his love is less. ”

Simon was enlightened by this teaching, and learned from it that "less can make up for the shortcomings, more can not win" martial arts, in the deficiencies to make up for the three points of internal force, if the victory in the strong place plus ten points, in order to commemorate the teacher, then named this method "surplus and lack of forgiveness of crimes". This kung fu is not strong in internal force, but the magic of heavy use, often used in the key to slightly supplement the internal strength, you can move a thousand catties in four or two.

It's just that the "forgiveness of the surplus and shortage" is quite profound, and it is necessary to have a deep knowledge of internal learning before entering the country. Among the disciples of Provenzano, only Romulus alone can practice this decision, and now he has learned fifty percent. Although Segolena is taught by Brother Moncavana, after all, he is a wild man, Romulus has been authentic by the Holy See since he was a child, and his moves and styles are extremely methodical, which is not the same as him. Segolena had no choice but to secretly urge the internal force of Proverbs and wait for an opportunity to move.

Over there, Van Eyck and Cherie had been fighting for a long time, and he felt a little tired of seeing that every time this girl made a hammer, her mouth would be delicate. He put his pen together and shouted loudly: "This eldest lady, pay attention, my move is called 'dragging the canvas horizontally'!" Cherie only said that his next move was to sweep, lifting the nail hammer upside down, and smashing it downwards with a "Simon Boat". Unexpectedly, Van Ekhaha laughed and said, "I said it was a horizontal drag, is it really a sweep?" He suddenly slammed the two strokes together and slammed Cherie's hammer head. Cherie only felt that her wrist was soft and she could barely hold the handle of the hammer. Van Eyck spotted the gap, his left foot shut, his feet rising and falling a few times, and his body had rushed to the other end of the worship party.

At this moment, Bijoqi and Yanos could not be left without a move, their bodies flickered, one of them used the Nine Hammers of Thor, and the other used the cross sword technique, and in an instant, they converged into a wall and pushed towards Van Eyck. Björqi aside, this Yanosh's swordsmanship is like a long rainbow through the sun, and several sword flowers are shaken out in one move, which is not inferior to Viscount Duland. The area in front of the chapel was narrow, and it was inconvenient to move, so Van Eyck saw that it was difficult to break through, so he had to turn around and retreat.

Romulus was in the middle of a battle with Segolena, and when he saw Van Eyck abandon his sister and come to his aid, he was taken aback and retreated half a step back. Van Eyck patted Segolene on the shoulder and said, "Little friend, today's interest is over, let's disperse." Although Segolena wanted to divide the victory with Romulus, he also knew that a long battle would not be good, and when a large number of castle guards heard the news, it would be difficult to fly even if he had wings. They had already agreed that after the things were in hand, they would each escape by their own ability, so they said "um". Romulus raised his eyebrows and shouted, "Leave something, it's not too late to go!"

This hammer is straight and fast, and it is one of the most proud tricks of Romulus's life. He was sure that the four-leaf clover should be on Van Eyck, and he ignored Segolena and went straight to the magic hand painter. Van Eyck looked surprised, it was too late to seal it with a paintbrush, and he didn't want to hurt his fingers, so he used a twisting word, relying on the soft power of the brush to turn the straight edge. Romulus sneered, the hammer still did not change castration, and the two of them attacked and entangled, chasing more than a dozen steps away in an instant.

Segolena saw the two of them fighting, and walked to the edge of the wall. Cherie suddenly blocked it with a hammer, her eyes were full of resentment, and she stabbed a few tricks when she came up, venting all the resentment that had accumulated on Van Eyck's tongue just now on this blonde boy. Segolena didn't want to entangle her more, pinned the wooden staff behind him, and saw that the mace had been hit, and his left elbow held the hammer, and the right hand Occam's Truth Fist immediately burst out, and this punch carried a strong internal force, and only one blow shattered the long handle of the mace.

Cherie lost her blade for a moment, screamed, and was at a loss for what to do. Segolena smiled slightly, turned around and was about to jump off the wall, when he suddenly felt a chill on his waist, and a thin-bladed dagger silently plunged into his heart. He turned his head to look anxiously, and saw that the white-robed girl had come to his side at some point, and her beautiful eyes were as cold as frost, almost as cold as the dagger in her hand. The girl had never been silent, only secretly observing from the side, and when she saw that Segolena had destroyed her senior sister's weapon, and her mind was relaxed, she suddenly attacked, and hit with one blow, both her mind and her martial arts were really chilling.

The girl had calculated that she could kill the enemy with a single blow, but she was so full of internal strength that the dagger pierced into the flesh and could not penetrate deeply. Segolena suddenly felt pain, and he didn't care about pity for the jade, and slapped the girl's shoulder with his backhand. The girl snorted, let go of the dagger, and spurted a mouthful of blood into his face, and fell limply backwards.

At this time, Björgy and János came in quick steps, Björgy was one step ahead, and Thor Nine Hammers slammed straight in. Segolena threw a few punches and threw his left fist. In his urgency, the internal force was accelerated, and the power increased greatly, and the pair of fists was a pair, and Björqi only felt a sharp pain in the five knuckles, and the stainless steel fist gloves were actually beaten into a dent piece, and the whole person was pushed away a few steps away. Seeing that he had repelled Björqi, Segolena did not dare to stay longer, so he secretly gritted his teeth and jumped down from the city with a dagger.

He was even more chasing than Joqi, but was held down by Yanosh on the shoulder. Yanos looked at the shadows under the city and sneered: "In this Belgrade city, there is no one in my Hunyati family who cannot be found!"

Belgrade Castle was a fortress with towers, fortresses, and acrosses that made it extremely difficult for an army to attack from the perimeter, but it was a place made in heaven for a thief who had achieved great success. Knowing that the dagger stuck in his body should not be pulled lightly, otherwise the blood would gush out of control and be out of control, so he endured the pain of the wound, and jumped up and down between the tower ladders, leaping high and low, and quickly jumped out of the outer wall.

As soon as he landed, the castle drawbridge behind him rumbled down, and people shouted and neighed, and the number of torches was hundreds, to say the least. How did Segolena think that the defenders of Belgrade reacted so quickly, they did not dare to stop at the moment, and ran wildly under their feet.

The town of Belgrade was so large that Segolena thought that if he ran to an alley, he would not find it. Who knew that those defenders were in an orderly manner, divided into dozens of squads, and marched along the streets of the town, and several lines of fire were like mercury, but there was not the slightest flaw. Suddenly, a long horn sounded in the distance, and Segolena jerked his head to see a tall wooden watchtower every half a block in Belgrade. At this time, the horn sirens in the city were heard, and the tops of these towers were set on fire, and Belgrade was suddenly sparked, and the whole city was covered by the light of these posts. The people on duty on the tower are all good bows and crossbowsmen, and when they condescend to see a suspicious person, they can release arrows without asking.

How did Segolena know that Belgrade had long been under the coercion of the Ottoman Turks, and had already tempered a set of city defense systems. He secretly complained that he had to guard against the pursuers on the one hand, and the bows and arrows of these towers on the other. No matter how fast he walked, he couldn't avoid the sight of the tower sentinels.

He was thinking when a feathered arrow flew in his ear. Segolena raised his head sideways, and saw someone on a tower on the right with a bow and shooting, and his heart was furious, so he leaned down and picked up a quick stone, and threw it out with the internal force of Proverbs. The stone castration was extremely violent, and with a pop, it smashed the archer off the stage at once. Unexpectedly, there was a second man on the tower, and when he saw that his companion was being attacked, he immediately rang a small bronze bell hanging from the tower. The brigade that was searching the city heard the bell and turned around and converged from all sides.

Segolena was self-defeating, so he had to keep his head down and try to follow the dead end as fast as he could, against the wall. After a few more turns, he could hear footsteps coming from all directions. Segolena was desperate, he calmed down, and saw a small three-story building of open brick and stone on the right side of the street in front of him, with green vines climbing the wall, window sashes carved and quite exquisite, and a window on the third floor was slightly open. He didn't want to think much, so he grabbed the vine with both hands and jumped into the window with his strength.

As soon as he jumped into the house and landed, it was pitch black in front of him. Before Segolena could even out his breathing, he suddenly felt a rush of palm power on his side. This palm power has no roots, it seems to be everywhere, but it is elusive, Rao is Segolena is a peerless student, and he can't dodge it for a while, and he was slapped to the ground by this palm with a "poof", his limbs were sore, and he could barely get up.

A small candelabra was quietly lit, and there was a little more dim light in the room. Segolena barely looked up, and saw an old woman in a dark nun dress sitting in the room, a few steps away from him. Her eyes were slightly closed, she held a rosary, a small image of the Virgin Mary in ivory around her neck, and a lily embroidered on her chest.

The old woman did not open her eyes, but with a slight stroke of her little finger, the fire in the little candelabra popped out, and flew through the house in three sparks, and lit the three candlesticks in the three corners behind Segolena, and the room was much brighter. Only then did the old lady raise her eyelids slightly, and said in Italian, "Is the Virgin Mary a child?"