September 4th, morning.

The monastery was under total martial law and forbade any worshippers to enter, and six temple guards stood in front of the monastery gates in heavy armor, their heavy swords in their hands that could be easily chopped and glittered in the sunlight.

The blood on the ground had been washed as hard as possible, but the dark red hue had not faded, and the monastery in the sunlight seemed to have been cut off from all contact with the outside world and had become an island.

Under such martial law, Sally also had contact with her subordinates - after having a previous conversation with Bishop Benjamin, many things were no longer easy to hide, so the duke's daughter did not hide anything in front of the bishop, but directly sent someone to find Roddy as soon as the crisis was resolved, and hoped to have a meeting with him as soon as possible.

Revealing that information to Bishop Benjamin, after all, was not approved by Roddy... Sally believes that Roddy should understand her hard work after weighing the pros and cons, so she is looking forward to reuniting with Roddy, and has already figured out how to explain it to Roddy.

By midday, Martin, one of Sally's men tasked with finding Roddy, had arrived in Cambay and was ready to open the door and enter the "Hog's Head Bar".

Standing outside the bar, he looked for a long time to confirm where the inconspicuous entrance was, and he reached out to push the door, but the wooden door was suddenly opened from the inside - this made Martin push into the air all of a sudden, stumbling, and hit a person directly in the chest, and then bounced back with a "bang"...

"Ouch!"

He screamed, covered his head and opened his eyes, only to realize that the guy in front of him was so tall and terrifying, that fierce face that he needed to look up to see it.

"Walk and look at the point. ”

The bald man who was more than two meters tall glanced at him, and did not mean to find fault with the fight, but just left such a sentence and walked past him, followed by a few guys in cloaks who didn't even pay attention to Martin's interest, and quickly disappeared into the corner of the street.

Martin was so angry with this episode that he took a sip and entered the bar, where he asked Hook, the owner of the bar who was polishing his glasses, "Hey, boss, do we have a good bard here?"

"If you want to hear a story, go to the town square at noon, and in the evening he will occasionally tell a story or two here, but don't be late, there will be no place to sit in the evening. ”

Hook put the wine glass aside without raising his head, obviously accustomed to such questions.

He ...... Not here now?"

"City Square, he always goes over there. ”

"Okay, thanks, man. ”

Martin casually threw out two copper coins, and Hook grabbed them skillfully, waved the dirty rag, and said "I have time to drink" and ignored them, continuing to wipe his glass.

Martin, who was about to go to the city square, walked to the wooden door, stretched out his hand and was about to grab the doorknob, but found that the wooden door was pushed open with a "bang", he didn't have time to hide, his whole face was directly slapped by the door panel, and he lay straight on the ground...

"Hey—huh, anyone?"

"I told you to pay attention. ”

"I'm sorry, Akasha... Miss. ”

A vague voice came, and Martin felt angry for no reason - what happened to him today?

"I'm sorry!

The middle-aged man who pushed the door was dressed as a businessman, and when he saw Martin's four-legged appearance, he immediately came over with an unfamiliar accent and stretched out his hand to pull him up, and then apologized vigorously, and after Martin stood up, he saw a graceful woman standing behind this person, and his eyes lit up.

The other party was wearing a gray linen robe, and the style was no different from those women on the street, but because she was in such a good figure, such clothes were worn with an indescribable charm...... The only fly in the ointment is that the other party's face is covered with a gray scarf, but looking at those big black eyes, he knows that he should be a beauty.

It's not normal for a beauty of this level to appear here.

However, Martin was not interested in investigating the background of any beautiful woman today, and when he saw that there were three or four people behind the other party, he knew that he had been hit in vain, so he could only wave his hand and cover his nose and leave, but the woman who was called "Akasha" asked someone to pay him a few copper coins, which made Martin's mood immediately feel a lot better.

"It's still a beautiful woman who takes care of people, but what is the origin of this group of people..."

Martin sighed indiscriminately, but then he didn't find Roddy in the city square seven or eight times, and finally had to think that he was unlucky, and found a corner to wait silently.

Naturally, he didn't know that Roddy, who he had been looking for, was walking around the periphery of the Moriah Manor outside Hollier at this time.

"Does Francis want to be a king for the rest of his life in this ******?"

Roddy ran through the jungle outside the manor with a short bow, cursing a few words in his mouth—his steps were so fast that he almost became a shadow in the forest, and the guards patrolling the manor in the distance could not find him.

The estate, named Moria, is actually where Francis is currently hiding. It was only because of the failure of the assassination and fear of retribution that Francis actually increased the security force again, and even now there are hunting dogs patrolling the perimeter, making the entire manor impregnable...... Such a level of defense made Roddy, who had come here to look for an assassination opportunity, feel extremely depressed.

After the previous assassination, Roddy was actually even angrier than Sally, because if he hadn't happened to rush over that day, Sally would have died - and that would be tantamount to making all his previous efforts go to waste...

This can make Roddy, who has never had a big heart, completely soar.

On the same day, he infiltrated the Duke's Palace and poured a bottle of antidote to the Duke of Angmar, and the next day he went directly out of the city to Moria Manor to prepare to slaughter Francis, but after all, he didn't expect that the guard force here was very different from the Duke's Palace, so he had to give up in the end.

"Assassination, level and equipment are a bit clumsy..."

Roddy looked down at the short bow in his hand and muttered to himself. Although the damage of this bow is much higher than that of the original horn bow, it is really not enough for these enemies who are not low level at the moment. However, making bows is not something that can be done casually, and the best solution at the moment is to buy ready-made high-quality bows and arrows to make up for the disadvantage - and the problem arises: there are few reliable shops here, and the only suitable place is the arsenal of the "Rosicrucius", which requires "respectful" prestige to buy!

As soon as Luo Di thought of this, he felt the need to continue to rush the prestige of the "Rosacetic", but when he remembered the scene where he shot the assassin in the head in front of the abbot, he could only sigh helplessly: "It's really useless..."

"If you cut the grass and eradicate it, it's hard to say if it destroys the overall situation. ”

Roddy doesn't have much emotional thinking, and the only thing this tech nerd's brain likes to think about is how much he can get in return for his investment in Sally and Roussifron - and how he feels about Sally......

The moment he saw Sally being cut out, he was indeed scared in his heart. But now that the matter has passed, he has no interest in recalling anything, and only continues to think about the current plan of action with absolutely rational thinking.

"Doomed to be lonely for a lifetime" Roddy didn't think about it at all, and it was better for him to guess what the woman was thinking, than to let him think about how to kill Francis.

Thinking about the plan for the next few days, Roddy found a big tree with a suitable view and climbed it, because it was too late to return to the city at this time, so he simply thought about making do with spending the night here.

"Damn, it's kind of suffocating yourself inside!"

Cursing, Roddy squinted his eyes against the trunk of the tree and began to take a nap.

At the same moment, the atmosphere in Moria Manor, a few hundred meters away, was extremely tense.

The servants and maids walked cautiously, especially when passing Francis's room, for Francis had "inadvertently" crushed three teacups from morning to now, and although his expression remained calm as if nothing had happened, no one could fail to see the anger in his heart when such an event appeared.

And when several of his subordinates appeared at Francis's door, their expressions looked no different from those of a condemned person about to be guillotined.

"Let's talk about what good things you've done. ”

When such calm words were spoken, they sounded no different from "tell me what you had at noon", but the foreheads of the three subordinates in front of them began to break out in a cold sweat, and their clothes were stuck to their bodies but they didn't dare to move, they stood there like machines, their mouths were blocked and they couldn't say why.

"Didn't you tell me that you were foolproof? Didn't you tell me that you were going to succeed? Now what do you say?"

"The hosts, we... We didn't expect that—"

One of them opened his mouth to explain, but was instantly frightened by Francis's raised gaze.

"You didn't expect a lot of things, you didn't expect anything? Didn't you expect that there would be an archer there who could shoot ten holes in your head?"

Speaking of which, Francis's calm seemed to be no longer maintained, and above the clenched fist, the flames produced by the gathering of the elements had taken on a high-temperature bright yellow...

"Archers... Archer... I let you guys investigate for a few months and tell me that guy is in Nolan Village!****** fucking ******... The result: he popped out of the bastard without warning when you did it, could it be a coincidence?!"

The undisguised anger was like a flame that made the three subordinates instantly wilt as if they had been rotated by breeding pigs, and their clothes with two or three layers of clothes were completely soaked with sweat, and such fear was really an unspeakable torment for them.

"Don't tell me there's a mole among you!

Standing up, when Francis said the last word, he kicked the first person in the chest, who didn't even dare to dodge, and was kicked out with a "bang" - the figure lingered in the air for more than half a second before it landed, and when it rolled to the ground, the whole person's face was as white as paper, and he couldn't even breathe.