"People from the Crimson Church?"

In the hall of the castle, Gomis said coldly, "Still arguing that there is no conspiracy, how can you let the people of the Crimson Church touch here?"

Han Sen said nervously: "Their people may have heard something and ran over to investigate, didn't I quickly transfer people to round up?"

As soon as Gomis arrives, he wants to find Reloel and makes no secret of his desire for the princess. Hansen secretly scolded you little thing for what he could do, but he could only change the subject, saying that there were people from the Crimson Church near the castle.

This halfling became Belino's squire very late, and is said to be related to Belino's acquisition of Hestor's powers, so he is particularly favored.

Relying on the favor of Hestor and the favor of Belino, the halfling gathered the underground forces of Kester, and served Belino wholeheartedly, with a violent heart and cruel methods, and was called "the mad dog of the mad king".

Fortunately, this halfling, like Bellino, loves to go to extremes, although he has some scheming, his brain is easily led astray. Hansen felt that as long as he tried hard, he should be able to fool him.

Gomis was furious: "Just now you said that everything is normal! If something happens, your whole family will not be able to atone for their sins!"

The halfling gritted his teeth and said, "It's planned...... Reconsider, I can't let Your Majesty take even the slightest risk!"

If the plan was to fail, the thighs that Hansen really wanted to hug would fly, which was not what he wanted to see.

He carefully persuaded: "It's just some traces, even if there are people from the Crimson Church, they should be just small characters, such as the mud-legged traitor who ran from the mountains in the southeast." ”

"If you really want to change your plans, you will have a lot of dreams at night. I finally entangled these nobles with the blood of the ancestors of the Prophets, and then changed the time and place, they will be alert. ”

The halfling's brow furrowed even tighter, which was indeed a very real problem.

"How can your people know how to search and arrest people, let my people go!"

Gomis made a decision to ruin the plan just because of a little trouble, and His Majesty will only blame himself, or find out about the situation first.

Hansen breathed a sigh of relief and quickly explained the place where there was suspected to be a crimson church sentry haunting.

Ordering his own people to dispatch, Gomis brought the topic back: "What about the princess? I need to see the princess myself to make sure it's the real thing!"

While Gomis was arranging, Hansen had already thought of his words and was about to explain, when an extremely faint vibration came from the ground.

This kind of movement is imperceptible to ordinary people, but it can't escape the perception of Gomis and Hansen, who are high-level transcendents after all.

"This is the cellar down there," Gomis looked at Hansen, "what's going on?"

Hansen's heart was shocked, and he pretended to be okay and said, "It may be that my newly transferred person has a conflict with the people here, I'll go and see." ”

Gomis didn't take it seriously, and he had seen a lot of this kind of thing Hansen said: "I'll go to see the princess myself, if you still have the least brains, you should coax her, then in the biggest and best room in the castle." ”

After speaking, Hansen was not allowed to express his position, and took his subordinates directly up the stairs.

Hansen was shocked into a sweat, first grabbed a subordinate and gave a few orders, and then hurriedly chased after him: "Your Excellency, ——!"

When he rushed up the stairs, he couldn't see anyone.

Houshan Fort was just his villa, small in size, and Reyrol lived in the largest bedroom on the top floor. By the time Hansen made his way to the top floor, the door was wide open, and Gomis was staring at the messy bed.

Hearing Hansen's footsteps, Gomis turned, his small face blue and his curly hair rolling on his head, as if he were in the eye of a storm.

The iron gray light in the halfling's eyes was like substance, and he made a deep voice that was completely inconsistent with the little body: "No wonder you were so nervous as soon as I came, it turned out that the princess had escaped!

In an instant, many options flashed through Hansen's mind, and he realized that this was a good way to stall for time. Although the risk is very high, as long as the princess is in hand, all that needs to be considered is how to make this scene end successfully.

He knelt down and said in fear: "The princess hasn't escaped for long, my people have already seen her, give me a little more time to catch her!"

"What a goddamn idiot——!"

Gomis looked like he was going to kill someone in the next moment, probably thinking that there were not many people to bring, and he had to rely on Hansen's people to do things, so he gritted his teeth and stopped the killing intent: "Wait until I get people back and deal with you! Now, you follow me!"

At this juncture, Hansen didn't dare to play tricks anymore, and he didn't care about the situation in the cellar, so he took his men and Gomis out of the castle to chase the "runaway princess".

..................

In the cellar, Reloll wept again when she saw Sadar's pig-headed face.

"I've been praying and praying for His Majesty Sif to protect me, but His Majesty hasn't responded. I thought I had been abandoned by His Majesty Sif, but he sent knights to save me, Sadar ......"

Reloel laughed again: "You are a knight sent by the goddess, right, from the beginning, your mission was to protect me, right?"

She raised her hand, and a faint white light overflowed from her hand and landed on Sardar's wound.

She said happily, "Yes, behold, the goddess is watching over me, and I have never been able to use healing magic so easily as I do now!"

Sardar didn't dare to look at the unclothed princess, his eyes crossed over to her and cast on the knights, and said sullenly as before: "I am a knight, I should protect the princess." ”

One knight has no head, one has a broken body in two, and two are still twitching like dying fish, is this what he did?

It seems that he has received a response from His Majesty Shuma and His Majesty Numan'el, as well as many other Majestys, but none of them seem to favor them.

No, he was not appointed by the noble goddess to protect Princess Reloel, nor was he ordered by other Majesties.

How could a person like himself be favored by the gods? It must have been an illusion just now!

But where did the power to defeat these four powerful knights come from?

The memory rolls back, and Sardar suddenly realizes.

Awakened himself, and then enlisted the help of the Silk Witch!

Such power was passed on to him by the Silk Witch!

The young master said that as long as you awaken, you will gain power!

Then Sardar was puzzled again and woke up...... What is it?

The perceptions and experiences of the crimson faith that had just surged through his soul had now faded, leaving no trace in his heart.

Thinking that the beginning of everything was to sense the presence of a certain thread, Sardar suddenly became enlightened.

To awaken is to treat Sisi as a god!

Thinking of the gods again, Sardar's anger could not help but rise, these gods are false gods! Their belief is wrong! Belief in them is wrong!

These knights are fake knights, and the gods of knights, past and present, are fake gods!

Since he is a knight, since he can gain power from the silks, then the silks are the real gods of knights!

That's right, it must be like this!

As for why the silks are the gods of knights, didn't the young master say that? Although the silks are witches, they are also goddesses, and together they are a goddess!

Straightening out his thoughts, Sardar felt that his whole person had been sublimated.

He has lived for more than thirty years, and his heart has never been so relaxed, clear and firm as it is now, this must have been said by the young master...... Liberate!

The liberated mind is flooded with a whole bunch of questions......

If the silks are the gods of knights, what is the young master?

The young master is the father of the silkies, so the young master is ...... Daddy God?

The young master still believes in Ms. Crimson, could it be that Ms. Crimson is a god?

However, these problems were solved by Sardar with a single thought......

Since he can't think clearly, it means that it is not something he can think about, it belongs to the world of the gods.

The young master is still his young master, he is still the young master's knight, and his mission is to be the captain of the young master's guard.

Hmmm, so everything makes sense, it's perfect!

Many thoughts flashed through in an instant, and when the healing magic healed the wounds on his face, dispersed the bruises, coagulated the broken bones, straightened the bridge of his nose, filled his front teeth, and restored his bearded uncle's face to normal, the previous dull temperament was gone, and there was a solemn and holy aura between his eyebrows.

"Knight Sardar, I feel the breath of a god in you......"

Reloll was stunned, and muttered blankly, "You are indeed my knight, you will always protect me, right?"

No, I'm the young master's knight, and I protect you only because knights have to protect the weak.

Sardar opened his mouth to say this, but when he met the girl's light blue eyes, there was a wave of anticipation in them, and a deep fear pressed under the expectation, he actually saw it through.

Even if he has a bad brain, he knows that the consequences of telling the truth can be terrible.

It is the duty of the knight to protect the weak, including to soothe the wounded mind.

The creed in the Virtue Passage made him react correctly, and he grinned, "Of course, I'm a knight." ”

Then he was embraced by the girl......

The delicate and delicate touch stabbed Sardar's heart like a knife, and the pain was so painful that he pushed the girl away.

Rerol was stunned when there was a knock on the cellar door.

..................

The white rat was hidden behind a stone, and in his soul-sensing vision, there were more and more light clusters, getting closer and closer.

Damn, it's Bellino's men who are going after the working group!

He didn't care about the miscellaneous soldiers under the hero at all, and the stealth ability of the deceased was comparable to that of the Night Lady's Shadow Master, even if those miscellaneous soldiers walked by him, they would not notice anything.

However, as some of the beings in his soul's vision that looked like a raging ball of fire got closer and closer, he had to think about retreating.

As a fifth-level deceased, even in the face of legends, he has the ability to maneuver for a while, provided that the other party's profession and ability do not restrain themselves.

But most of these people who appear now exude power fluctuations that have been hidden in the shadows or even darkness for a long time, and all of them are fine, but more than a dozen are big troubles.

Just as he was about to retreat, he sensed a cruel divine power source close to the legend leading Hansen out of the castle and towards the ridge when the white rat stopped again.

This must be someone close to Belino, who may have some inside information, or have special tracking methods. In short, the appearance of a person at this level shows that the other party is prepared, and he will not stop until he achieves his goal.

The working group hasn't gone far, they're in danger!

The rat stopped, and in an instant re-established the course of action.

Another group of soldiers walked past the stone, and the last soldier rippled faintly, and a magic steel dagger silently stabbed into the vest, and the divine power on the dagger shattered the heart instantly.

The man in front was unaware until the third soldier was silent, and the man in front of him felt that there was something wrong with the footsteps, and suddenly turned his head, and a phantom figure stood in front of him, and sent the dagger into his heart.

The bands of soldiers vanished, only to be realized by a Level 4 Shadow Assassin when they all found their men gone, and a dagger had pierced through the skin.

He did his best to cast a shadow to avoid the fatal blow, and dutifully sounded the alarm after sneaking into the night.

The shrill whistle pierced the night like the cry of a beast, and the white mouse breathed a sigh of relief and hurried away in a certain direction, deliberately making footsteps.

"Sure enough, there are sentinels!"

Gomis, who was in the other direction, said coldly: "Maybe it's someone from the Crimson Church, the princess must have been robbed by them!"

Hansen pretended to be extremely frightened: "It must be the gang of the Hawks in the southeast, and there are also royal parties in it." ”

"I know," Gomis said, "you can't get out of it either!"

Hansen appeared positive: "I'll chase it myself!"

Gomis waved his hand: "No need, I sent two Shadow Slayer over, one level six and one level five." As long as they are not legends, no one can escape their pursuit. ”

"And it's probably a move by them to divert their attention, what does that mean?

"You're right with me, after all, you know the terrain here. ”

Hansen didn't dare to say more, but followed Gomis, secretly thinking about when to end this self-directed and self-staged disappearance scene.

Half an hour later, in the valley dozens of kilometers away from Houshan Fort, there was a sonorous and muffled sound, like a duck's cry just half popped out and then stopped abruptly.

A shadow twisted and rolled under the moonlight, turning into a human body slumped on the ground, its head like a beaten melon, and puffs of smoke.

At the edge of the valley, mercury-like ripples intertwined with another shadow, and from time to time sparks bloomed.

After a long time, a large spark exploded, and the ripples separated from the shadows, condensing into two clear human bodies.

The rat gasped for air, and the toxins from several wounds on his body were seeping into the blood, making his vision drift a little. He was secretly annoyed that he had left too hastily and had not been fully equipped.

The other party was also gasping violently, and the resentful gaze in his eyes was like substance. There were several bullet holes on his body, and the scimitar in his hand was cut in half. For a Shadow Slayer who is close to a legend, it is really a great shame in his life to not be able to clean up an opponent who is only level five at most in the first place, and let the opponent kill his companion and hurt himself hard.

"What a tough guy......"

The two of them thought the same thing, and the next thoughts were completely synchronized.

"Reinforcements should have arrived......"

A pink ray shot down from mid-air, and the Shadow Killer was defenseless, pierced through the top of his head and beneath his feet.

The Shadow Slayer's body stiffened, and pink light spilled out of the Seven Orifices like a viscous liquid, quickly enveloping the whole person.

The smoke rose, and the thin human body turned into a fat and strong ...... Pig, pink.

The pig did not understand his condition at all, and stumbled around with his hooves, making a snorting sound.

A petite figure jumped out of the air, brandished a stick larger than its body, and smashed it on the pig's head.

The pink pig stiffened again, turned into a puppet and fell straight to the ground, emitting a circle of mist and recovering its original body.

"Uh......"

The white mouse was dumbfounded, and he didn't come back to his senses until the petite figure turned around with a big stick.

It was a Lori in her early tens, who looked up at the sky and said, "You really know how to turn into a pig, isn't this robbing the magician's job?"

"It's not a pig ......"

Another figure fell, a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy, but his tone was old-fashioned: "It's a cute technique, the effect is random, it may be a pig, it may also be Lori." ”

Lori exclaimed: "Wow, the lotomorphic technique, it's so disgusting, and it's become Lori, how can people do it!?"

"Okay, get down to business", the young man looked at the white mouse: "You...... It's supposed to be a white mouse, right?"

The white mouse nodded dumbly, and the young man said, "I'm Cheyenne." ”

The white mouse first looked at the shadow assassin who was knocked unconscious, and then at Lori, thinking about the conversation just now, and showed a look that was really like this.

"You must be thinking of something bad", Cheyenne sighed, "Boy, put aside your prejudices......"