"Child, you should thank me for my kindness, for allowing you to enjoy the joy of the end of the day."

Bishop Abel's old wrinkled body stood up, revealing the girl beneath him. Perhaps it would be more appropriate to call her a woman now, with tears hanging from the corners of her eyes, as if she had just been ruined.

"Hmm...... Let...... Spare my sister, you swore before God. ”

The woman straightened up with difficulty, and the bones on her body seemed to fall apart. My legs were so weak that I couldn't stand up at all, and my lower body hurt too. Bishop Abel's storms did not bring her much pleasure.

She lifted her head, resisting fear, and stared directly into Bishop Abel's cloudy eyes.

There are a few freckles on her delicate face, but this not only does not affect her beauty, but adds a bit of cuteness to her. As a slave of Clamorgan, she is a little less plump than those scrawny refugees, with full breasts, round buttocks and beautiful legs that can be used by many gentlemen for a year, which is probably the reason why Bishop Abel covets her.

"Of course, an oath witnessed by the Mayan Protoss is more binding than a devil's covenant. But you also have to do what you have to do, and then willingly be the first ......"

"I understand! If that saves my sister......"

"Very good"

Bishop Abel covered his aging and ugly body with his white robes, and walked out of the white dark room without looking back, and at the door, he met the oncoming deputy.

"You go in and have fun, you have been fortunate these days, and I will give you the reward you deserve now."

As he spoke, he shoved a small pill into his deputy.

"Eat it, and you'll be happier."

No wonder you can be so fierce when you are old, it turns out that it is supported by small pills.

"I really don't know what fun a village girl has......"

The deputy pushed open the door while complaining about Bishop Abel's taste, and he could no longer speak when he saw the girl in front of him. The plump and pretty woman is holding back her shame, leaning against the wall with her hands, cocking her smooth and round buttocks (river crab), and her face has a shameful, desperate but unwilling expression.

"Hehe, worthy of a bishop!"

He swallowed the pill and pounced frantically, slamming her against the wall at the woman's exclamations.

Just as the deputy was enjoying the pleasure of ravage, Bishop Abel was stunned by the sudden news.

"What did you say!? Your leader is dead? You were equipped with Angel Armor but were driven back by two people? ”

He roared at the three people who were half-kneeling on the ground, how much does a set of angel armor cost!

"They...... It's a hero! As soon as one of them came up, he released the magic arrow and shot his head down. The other unleashed vines and wrapped the monk with his magic armor and dragged him to the ground! And then...... And then those vines actually ...... It's terrible to actually eat him. ”

"Wait...... Vine...... Is it a pea vine! ”

Abel gradually seemed to remember a name, a nightmare in the hearts of all the bishops, a demon who slaughtered the clergy.

"Peas? I didn't pay attention, but you said so...... There seem to be a lot of red and white flowers. ”

"There's nothing wrong with that...... Damn it! It's Moder the Apostate! How did he come to Violse!? Is it so difficult that the heroes of the Inquisition are all furnishings for the outside powerhouse! ”

The heroes of the Inquisition are naturally not strong outsiders, but they are good at calculating gains and losses, and they are reluctant to face a difficult opponent like Model. They prefer to rely on deterrence and focused defense to get the job done, rather than chasing Moder to the ends of the earth. What's more, Moder is also an expert in guerrilla warfare at the first sight, and his strategy of not fighting frontally and specializing in sabotage also makes the Inquisition helpless.

"Then we ......"

"What are you waiting for! Sound the alarm! Let all the Archangel Demon Armor concentrate on attacking! That bastard must not be allowed to ruin the ceremony! “

"Yes!"

When the three warrior monks heard the order, they were on the verge of amnesty, and at least they escaped Bishop Abel's punishment. Perhaps they should be grateful to the great name of Moder for causing the Bishop to be so distracted that he forgot to punish the deserters.

Bishop Abel only wanted to keep Moder out of the city now, at least before he came in and caused trouble, and hurry to complete the blood sacrifice and rituals.

However, his plan for a blood sacrifice was destined to be carried out in its entirety, as Artoria had already gone deep into the dungeon and played a secret sneak in.

"Don't be afraid of the children, I'm here to get you out."

Artoria whispered to the children in the cage. Truth be told, "get you out" or something like that is just a powerless comfort. Even if these children are rescued, they will only go from illegal slaves to legal slaves. In any case, a slave is a slave, and the absence of personal freedom will not change in the slightest.

At this time, Artoria did not know about the blood sacrifice, although she thought that the Holy See had fallen, but in any case, she would not believe that the Holy See of the Supreme Heaven would do such a thing that violated the bottom limit. "Sister, thank you......"

"Well, thank you, sister......"

The childish voice was soft, and the smile in the black prison was a little dim, but the simple gratitude still stirred up a warm current in Artoria's heart.

Maybe all this she did was not meaningless, at least she would be treated better if she became a public slave, her life would be more secure, and she would have more opportunities to become a free person......

In any case, this sense of satisfaction, the feeling of being trusted and thanked, is amazing!

"Hmmm! This is the duty of a knight. ”

Artoria bowed to the little slaves in a serious manner, and her hair was upturned highly.

"Okay, are you all here?"

"Sister...... No, Lord Knight, my sister was taken away by the Bishop, and I don't know where now. ”

It was a very delicate little girl, with some faint freckles on her little face, which was very cute. The girl's eyes sparkled, and her small eyes were full of supplication and hope.

The most important thing that cannot be refused is not a strong order, but sincerity from the heart. For a man who has just called himself a knight, it is even more natural to help the weak and save them.

However, as a knight with 18 intelligence, Artoria will not be carried away by that bit of vanity. She wouldn't leave these children behind because she was praised twice, but went to save the girl's sister.

"yes, I see. But the priority now is to get you out first. When this is all over, I'll go look for your sister, I swear. ”

One person or a few hundred, Artoria naturally weighed it clearly, and she could only turn her head away with a red face, trying not to look at the disappointment on the little girl's face.

She now had another problem: how to get the nearly 300 children out of the city. Because of the "Akalin Embrace", it is naturally easy and pleasant for Artoria to get out of the city, but if you add the big tail of more than 200 people...... It's hard to do.

It didn't take long for her musings to be shattered.

"When! While! While! ”

The sound of bells echoed through the city of Laeri, through the barrier of the earth's surface, and into the dark dungeons.

"What does this bell mean? We were discovered? ”

Artoria clenched the armor on her chest again, staring warily at the door. The two warrior monks at the door couldn't sleep forever, and the four bells were enough to wake them up.

"No, you haven't been discovered, it's the calamity of La's heart. This is the death knell of La's nerry! The ancient beast has stopped outside the city, and it has opened its voracious jaws to devour the living and spread destruction. “

It was a god's chatter, not from outside the door, but from the depths of the dungeon.

Artoria cautiously walked over, the Crusader armor covering her body again, her sharp sword flashing with a dangerous chill.

"You're not a slave stolen in...... Who are you? ”

Artoria pointed his sword at the man in the dungeon, and the monk's suit on his body made Artoria nervous. The man had been silent just now, hiding in the innermost compartment of the dungeon without making a sound, so Artoria didn't notice him.

"I'm just an ordinary monk who has suffered from unwarranted calamities. I heard the voice of God, I heard the warnings of doom, I heard the neighing of ancient beasts, I heard the mockery of strangers. But Bishop Abel didn't believe me, he insisted on thinking I was crazy, and he threw me in prison. ”

No, just talk at this monk's god, who basically doesn't speak human words, and everyone will think that he has a hole in his brain.

The monk who suffered the "unwarranted plague" was none other than Ebster, but in fact, perhaps his actions were better described as death. He was locked up with these poor children, and much more was waiting for him than confinement, and after Bishop Abel's blood sacrifice, the next step was to kill people.

"Oh? What else do you know? ”

"I don't know anything, but the God in my heart tells me that the city is relatively empty now, and maybe it's a good time to escape. However, I advise you to stay in the dungeon and wait for the right moment, for it is likely that the archbishop did not buy these children to be slaves, but for some other purpose. Of course, this is just my guess. ”

"Why should I trust you?"

"yes, why do you believe me?"

Ebster in the dungeon asked, blinking innocently. He was simply saying his judgments and suggestions, and believing it or not was Artoria's own business.

"Okay, then I'll wait, if the city of Laeri is really attacked, then there must be chaos around now, and it is dangerous to go out with these children."

That being said, Artoria didn't take off the Crusader armor and raised her shield vigilantly against the door, waiting for the best time to escape.