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"That's right, it's Tyre's breath...... He returned. ”

The lead executor was a little rickety, so his rather tall stature did not appear to be tall. He wore round-framed gold-rimmed glasses, and looked elegant and extraordinary, as if he was a successful person.

He said softly: "A very typical solar realm magic is a blast down from the top down...... 'hula' - "

"If you tell the difference, it's about the Heavenly Fire Technique or the Yang Flame Technique. The caster has a gold level or higher. His flame is biased towards the realm of death, but it is indeed the flame of the pure solar realm. ”

The second man continued. His eyeballs bulged, his eyes were white, and electric light jumped on his pupils: "Basically, the possibility that it was Jupiter IV himself can be ruled out." ”

"Enough, enough...... Without the Pope, at least that Tyre guy won't be able to descend. It's not a problem to keep a child crying to find his father...... Leave the child's business to the child, right, Kurt. ”

"That's exactly what you're saying."

The blind executor nodded solemnly and answered without hesitation.

Without hesitation, the leader replied, "Kurt, check the surrounding items again...... Check to see if there are any delicious pieces of meat or something...... Then we will go back at once - we must take advantage of the absence of the new pope to control Frankfurt. Otherwise, it will be a big problem. ”

Hearing this, Kurt began to pray in a low voice.

After about half a minute, two golden halos spread out from under his feet, pasting against the ground and all the belongings. For a moment, all the valuables in the temple shone with a dazzling light. The entire temple is lit up. Even the hidden compartments and safes where the items were hidden flashed with light.

That's when Finding Lost Items and Finding Wealth work.

The next moment, as the large silenced barrier opened, the executors began to inspect all the surrounding objects very violently and efficiently.

They smashed porcelain from the Far East, peeled back layers of glittering furniture, lifted the floor and dug a hole in the wall. Even the Bishop's charred and deformed corpse was spared, and he used the blade of his sword to remove all the items on his body that shimmered with aura. Even the heart and liver were chopped up to see if there was anything hidden inside. The skull spine was also removed for careful examination.

Their movements are so skillful that they feel terrifying. It's like a seasoned hunter picking the skin and meat from his prey.

In their eyes, even the bishop of Ra, who also believes in Ra, does not seem to be able to be called a human being.

Conversely, it can be said that they did not see themselves as human beings in the first place.

"It's ......"

Finally, after the right hand was chopped up, the small golden scale, which had been embedded in the muscles of the palm of the hand in the excruciating pain of being burned to death, was dug out.

"The residual message on the Holy Emblem reacts - Captain, this person has a message before he dies!"

The man who found the body suddenly shouted at the man in the lead.

For a moment, everyone's attention was turned to it.

The captain cautiously took the emblem with the message technique. Then apply a magic spell to protect yourself from psychic damage and prohibit trap triggers before turning it on.

Although only one magic reaction was detected on it, it was not afraid of ten thousand, just in case. Two hours is enough time for someone else to come over and do something.

After he entered a little divine grace and activated the magic inside, the old and weak voice suddenly sounded:

"Listen...... Whoever hears this means that you are a devout member of Ra...... Then please spread the word to the Bansar gods—"

As he said this, the voice grew older and weaker. in the background. A high-pitched prayer voice came faintly: "...... O people! Clapping your hands and singing praises to God! ”

Subsequently. The clapping sound, like a long thunder or tsunami, rang out for a long time, spreading throughout the city. 、

At this time, the old voice gasped for breath, and then said intermittently, "Tyre is back...... We are traitors...... Don't ask for forgiveness...... Strike first...... Kill, He ......"

Then, the message came to an abrupt end.

The executors were silent for a while, and then the leader said as if he had suddenly realized: "Ah...... He's dead. ”

"Dead...... It's good to be dead. It's good to be dead. Otherwise. I'm going to kill him again...... Then I can't pull him up and kill him again...... Kurt, you're right. ”

"That's exactly what you're saying."

Kurt replied without hesitation.

The leader nodded with satisfaction: "That's good...... Well, I'm normal. ”

Immediately, without waiting for the others to react, he reached out and crushed the badge directly.

"All I have to testify is enough. I see it. It feels so itchy, itchy, itchy, itchy...... I want to scratch my back with a steel fork, but I'm afraid of turning my liver out...... Oops, it's so annoying......"

The leader, whose face was always serious, but whose eyes were nervous, was babbling something nonsense.

Suddenly, he slapped himself hard and jumped to his feet and roared: "We are not traitors!" We're going to kill them with all the confidence and put their feet on the ground - you're right, Kurt! ”

"That's exactly what you're saying."

Having received the answer he had imagined, the madman then began to mumble something that only he understood.

His colleagues had learned to ignore the words "you can't understand the professor's talent" and "that druid was so beautiful passing by".

Suddenly, as if someone had flipped a switch, his voice stopped abruptly. His movements stiffened.

There was a pause, and then he spoke hoarsely, "No...... You go back first. Bring the message back. I'm going somewhere. ”

"You must at least say the name of the place," said Kurt, as if he was used to it, with a calm face, "or we won't be able to pick you up." ”

"I'm going to Frankfurt!"

The captain raised his hand happily and shouted, "My instincts tell me that they must be going to Frankfurt!" Get them! Get their livers out and let them die with a click! ”

"Good, good...... Let them die with a click. ”

Kurt didn't care at all. Just a serious face perfunctory captain's words.

And on the other side.

"So, this must be the Covenant God's own conspiracy. He must have been planning something to try to conceal the existence of the plague. ”

Roland said, "At least, His Majesty Kennie and His Majesty Sivir will never allow such a cruel thing to happen. ”

Jeno spoke to Roland with some uneasiness: "However, it is a fact that you burned down a temple of the god Ra......"

"That's right. So we could be killed at any time, are you afraid? ”

Roland smiled heartily.

"I didn't ...... Don't be afraid......" Jeno pressed his teeth, straightened his waist with a strong spirit, and then collapsed all of a sudden, "but...... Lord Roland...... Where are we going now? ”

"There's only one place."

Roland pondered for a moment, then said, "Let's go to Frankfurt." The holy city of Frankfurt. ”

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