At the same time that Roddy left, in the private room on the second floor of the Pig's Head Bar, which was only a dozen meters away from him, the five adventurous "Viper Cross" believers were making another plan correction on parchment.

"The first people are going to attack here, and if that old thing from Rubens has enough men, they're going to show up here..."

“... The Abbey's additional manpower counts, so we need to participate in the second attack after the opponent shows his cards. ”

The man in the robe was supposed to be the leader of the group, and with a hint of awe in his words, he whispered, "Lord Gallup seems to be interested in Priest Akasha."

"Everybody could tell they weren't looking at each other. ”

The bald-headed urn, which was more than two meters high, answered angrily, and the tip of a short spear was finely polished with a whetstone in his hand.

His words made the atmosphere of this group a little silent, the "Viper Cross" sect and the "Rossicrus" sect are as many contradictions, conflicts of interest and family conflicts between different bishops abound, and it is not uncommon for a high-ranking bishop to be "pushed to the end" because of a certain mission, so the pressure in the hearts of these five people at this time is not small, because if they mess up the mission, they will also be unable to escape.

"The escape route from the square to the west gate of the city has been prepared, if the west gate is blocked, we have two more roads to leave, the tunnel on the edge of the Cambay district has been dug for half a year and can now be used at any time."

"Master Gallup has been planning for so long, and we're sure we'll be able to get the job done!"

"Don't be too optimistic," said the guy in the robe, leaning back on the wooden chair, squinting his eyes and pointing to the city square on the map, "The 'Rosicrucius' is not vegetarian either, wait for everything to start ......"

"But there's really no room for manoeuvre. ”

September 17th.

A storm of unprecedented things is brewing in Hollier City, and it's strange that no one is trying to stop it, but they all think they have the upper hand, and they all think about how to get more out of this storm...

But this is a small microcosm of the whole era.

In the evening, Francis in Moria Manor finished reading the parchment in his hand, and at this time his state had recovered from his previous depression, and the nerves that had been tense were much soothed at this time, and his heart was more faintly anticipatory and excited.

The warm glow of the fireplace dispelled the premature chill of the cottage outside the city, and the maid walked in with her head bowed and served the young earl delicate refreshments, who threw the parchment into the fireplace, looked at the burning paper with a distracted look, took a sip from the teacup, waved his hand, and Willy, who was at the door, entered.

"The infidels still have no intention of cooperating further?"

"Hosts, they don't seem to trust us, but we found some interesting news outside the city..."

Willie whispered a few words, and the corners of Francis's mouth curled up after hearing this, and he laughed out loud: "In that case, why not help that group of heretics once?"

Willy nodded yes, and then Francis asked softly, "Over at the Abbey?"

"Miss Sally, she-she's got two mercenaries under her command all in town, and though they're cleverly hidden, we've found a trace, and if you need to, we can get them tonight..."

Willie made a neck-slashing gesture, Francis narrowed his eyes, and snorted coldly: "She finally knows that she is going to be ruthless?" Heh, she doesn't have to do it today, she has been staring at it for the past few days, and she will do it the night after tomorrow, so that she won't have time to make other preparations... Until then, I would give her the illusion that she was winning, and when the celebration takes place, I will 'celebrate' her as priest. ”

Francis clenched his fists confidently, and then watched Willy stop talking, and said, "Any other news?"

"There's one—Titus and the Wellington Knights have arrived in Hollier. ”

After saying this, Francis's originally pleasant expression became a little unnatural: "Coming so fast?"

Although he has advanced to the "Elemental Master" and has become a priest who ordinary people can't compete with, Francis understands that if he cultivates for more than ten years, he may not be able to go back and forth in front of these two knights - these two knights are really fought out of the sea of corpses and blood with their father, and their strength is absolutely outrageous...

But they're in such a hurry to come over now... A certain speculation flashed in his mind, and Francis asked in a hurried tone, "Where did they go to the Duke's Palace?"

"I visited as usual, but I just went to check it today, and everything is the same as before, and the Duke's condition is not improving," Willy thought for a moment and added, "Butler Alpha seems to be sick, and I didn't see him when I went to the Duke's Palace." ”

"It doesn't matter if Alpha is sick or not, the main thing is—" It seemed that there was something wrong with it, but Francis couldn't figure it out, and finally waved his hand and said: "Forget it, I always feel that something is not right, you go and increase the number of people in the arrangement, make sure that nothing goes wrong, keep an eye on Titus and Wellington, of course - too close, otherwise they will definitely find out." ”

Feeling uneasy by this inexplicable message, Francis paced back and forth in front of the fireplace, but in the end he did not make any changes to his plans.

"It's been just a few days, and there can't be any more accidents..."

September 18.

As he walked to the front of the convent, Roddy looked at the towering church spire, gently pinched the dice he had given to Sally, straightened his loose robes, touched his mustache for disguise, took a deep breath, and walked into the church.

Walking up the stairs, the white stone floor exudes an icy atmosphere, and the stone pillars in the antechamber still have crossbow bolt dents, Roddy remembers that Sally was hiding behind this stone pillar at that time, and now seeing it, he can't help but sigh at the coincidence of fate.

Templar guards in metal armor stood expressionlessly on either side, the pattern of roses and crosses on their chests ornate and sacred. Thin whispers came from the front, mostly the whispered prayers of the faithful, or the priest's explanations of the doctrine, and the smell of roses that had always remained in the main hall of the church could be smelled between breaths.

Roddy, who had a big belly, a mustache on his lips, sparkling eyes, and a bowler hat, looked like a merchant who could be found everywhere in the city—the most of those who donated to the monastery, except for the nobles, so he was not hindered all the way.

Although it was not a Sunday, more than half of the seats in the church were still filled with all kinds of worshippers, and when Roddy entered the main hall, he took a cross in front of the statue of the deity, and then found a seat in the corner and sat down, making a pious prayer, muttering words and quietly scanning the surroundings.

The expected Sally did not show up.

Could it be... She didn't see the message she left behind?

Roddy had left information about today's meeting on Martin's letter, and in order not to be surprised, he also made sure that Martin had reported to Sally before he was relieved - but now that she didn't show up, was there something wrong?

However, the extraordinary sense of hearing brought by "environmental acumen" still made him sense some clues, and he looked behind the idol, he was roughly sure of something, and continued to wait.

......

More than a dozen meters away, Sally, who had been standing here for a long time, pursed her lips slightly, leaning her back against the cold wall, like a thief, avoiding the sight that Roddy occasionally swept over.

"This idiot..."

Having said that, the joy in my heart is not hidden, and it can even be said that there is an inexplicable sweetness. She gritted her teeth and wrote the letter, and although the tone between the words was flat, her heart was uncomfortable with gains and losses - the damn bastard left a cruel word and left, and it really made her uncomfortable not eating for days, and even the goose egg face was about to lose her sharp chin.

Let me suffer so much, then let you wait longer!

Glancing at her, Sally couldn't help but snicker when she noticed that Roddy was still sitting upright.

"Hey, and a mustache..."

The bell at the top of the church struck to prove that Roddy had waited for a full half hour, and Sally felt that the fellow had almost waited enough, so she managed to keep her face up and walked out.

Don't look at him, don't look at him, be sure to pretend to be casual ...

Sally walked to the corner of the church without squinting, strained her face all the way, sat down beside Roddy and began to pray silently, although she looked decent, but her ears almost stood up to listen to the movement next to her, and her heart beat hard.

But after a full minute, Roddy never spoke!

"This pimple... Bastard..."

Sally can't get any more of it - I'm sitting next to you, and I'm a little moving!

And just as she was about to say something, Roddy finally spoke: "That--Master Priest, I have something I want to confess to you..."

Before he finished speaking, Sally, who had always kept her face stiff, burst out laughing, she turned her head pretendically, and replied: "Only priests above the priesthood can listen to the confession of believers, I am just a nun, not a priest yet." ”

Under the ends of her golden hair, Sally looked at the guy who had always worried her for a while but hated to be beaten hard, and her pretty face tensed again after a fleeting smile, "However, if you don't use the 'confessional', I'm willing to listen to your confession here, as long as you don't mind, devout believer." ”

"That couldn't be better. Roddy coughed lightly and drew another cross.

Although he did a lot of anti-thinking before he spoke, the otaku Roddy was still a little nervous when he really expressed his emotions - such as apologizing, which is different from the game, it is one thing to be "at ease" in the game, but it is another thing to really apologize solemnly with his friends... So he held back for a long time, and only one inexplicable sentence came out:

"Thank you. ”

Sally raised her eyebrows, a little unclear.

"I... I have done things that I shouldn't have done, I hurt people I shouldn't have hurt, thank you for giving me this opportunity to... Apologize. Roddy struggled to get the words he wanted to say into one sentence, "I told you something I shouldn't have said, and I walked away - I just hope I'm too late to say it now, because I..."

Roddy swallowed, and the words that had been rehearsed many times before were finally deleted from his mind, and in the end there was only one sentence left-

"Because I don't want to lose you, this friend. ”

Didn't grasp the rhythm, Roddy broke the sentence because of a big gasp and made a mistake, but he didn't notice that there was anything wrong with it, and after finishing speaking, he swallowed his saliva, looked at Sally a little crampedly, waiting for the other party's reaction...