The flames of the execution in the church square have gradually been extinguished.

However, there is still some chaos on the execution ground, and there are many onlookers injured under the explosive crystal accessories, and many are busy helping their relatives and friends.

The wounded were lifted away or carried away, leaving the vacant area covered with debris and bloodstains.

In the past, if you rushed to make garbage in the church square, it was considered a violation of God's teachings, and the church people could punish you "appropriately".

But the clergy don't have time to worry about this today.

On the one hand, they had an inexplicable panic because of the curse of Akantisen before he died, and on the other hand, many "white armor" and priests were looking around for the kind of thing that exploded.

In the open space outside the square, a healer is bandaging the wounds of a microscopic mass with a pierced thigh.

A white-armored guard walked up to them, frowning at the bloodstain at the edge of the square.

"Did you see where that thing was flying, it's you, the one with the injured leg!"

The wounded man's face was a little pale from the blood loss, and he tried to make a prayer gesture of the god of light, a gesture of sliding his hands behind his back to his neck to his chest, and then covering his chest with his forehand.

"My lord, I collapsed before I even realized what had happened, I don't know what hurt me, and I don't know where it went!"

The white-armored guard looked in the direction of the Martian pillar, looked at the location of the pool of blood, and then said to them.

"Remember to clean up the blood before leaving. ”

"Yes, my lord, thank you for the protection of the Most High God!"

The guard nodded, and walked with his companions in a distant direction.

Comparing the bloodstains and the burner in a straight line, it should be the direction in which the unknown object flies.

They walked more than a hundred meters towards the outside of the square and walked directly into the corner of an alley.

"It's here!"

One of the white-armored guards noticed something and couldn't run to one place, but his companions rushed to hear the news.

In the gray stone brick wall, there was a small pit, about a palm deep, that pierced half of the wall.

The pit was surrounded by cracks, indicating that the impact on the wall was not small.

With such power, if anyone is hit in the vital part, even if he is a believer in the supreme god, he is basically hopeless.

The white-armored guard gestured his finger to the opening of the pit, and found that the diameter of the pit was about one finger, which allowed him to deduce the approximate size of the projectile.

However, the faces of several white-armored guards were not good-looking, because the pit was empty.

Since the walls were not pierced, they were not supposed to have been taken from the house, and the large stone chips on the ground seemed to indicate something.

"Someone pried out the blasphemous heresy and took it away!"

"Damn it, you're so bold!"

"Hmph, sooner or later I'll find it, tell Priest Hunn!"

Several white-armored guards surveyed left and right, and found no other clues, before turning around and returning in the direction of the square.

In the square, the people of the castle in the city still stood still.

Heno looked at the ashes on the stake with a serious expression, and the small vest that had been carefully put away by the priests, not knowing what he was thinking.

Branthai's attention was focused on the white-armored guards who were searching everywhere.

A white-armored guard hurriedly ran over from a distance, as if he was holding something in his hands, and when he was about to pass by the city lord's castle and his party, he was stopped by Heno, who suddenly turned his head.

"Stop! Show me what you've got in your hands!"

The white-armored guards subconsciously paused, but they were obviously a little resistant to Heno's command.

"Lord Heno, this is a blasphemous heretic, I ......"

"I know!!I'll let you show me!!And I won't take your things, don't you understand?"

Heno took a step closer, his expression unfurnished.

"Okay, okay!"

The white-armored guards hesitantly glanced towards the center of the square in the distance, and the priests were busy before spreading their folded hands.

Blante's eyes widened at once.

On the hand of the white-armored guard is a peculiar crystal pendant.

It is a transparent white color and is magically carved into a radiant dynamic substance.

Yes, dynamic matter!

The shape of the flame around the sphere that seems to glow in the center is swirling, and the rays of light on the side form a mellow and beautiful arc with the flames.

Because every suitable angle is carefully carved to create the gemstone surface of the earth's craftsmanship, the accessories are shiny and shiny, reflecting the dazzling light of the Tao.

When the hand of the white armored guard inadvertently shakes an angle, this light will reveal various dazzling transformations.

All of this makes this wonderful object seem to come alive.

"Alright, Lord Heno, please don't make it difficult for me!"

After all, the white-armored guards still didn't dare to offend the powerful Heno, who was sometimes more feared than the city lord.

"Well, let's go!"

Hearing Heno's words, the white-armored guards closed their hands and ran towards the depths of the square.

Brantey reluctantly withdrew his gaze, and he noticed that there were about four other teams of white-armored guards in similar situations around him, which meant that they had found at least five of these things.

"Hmph, I now know why the burned guy is a heresy blaspheming the Supreme God, Branthai, do you understand?"

Blantai nodded subconsciously.

"Because of this precious treasure! These so-called god shepherds, they are the ones who blaspheme the supreme god, and sooner or later they will go to hell!"

Heno looked at his son with a little surprise.

Brantey was about the same height as himself at this time, but not as strong as himself, and his face had both his own fortitude and his mother's genes more handsome.

Heno, who has been busy for a long time, neglected to discipline and care for his son, and I don't know when, the child who used to play with a wooden weapon has grown up!

'It's time for him to learn more about what he can do!'

Heno flashed in his eyes with a look of relief.

"That's a good thing Blantai, but this kind of thing is only talked about privately between us, and the power of the Supreme God Church is much stronger than our Nolan City......"

Heno's voice grew lower and lower, squinting at the priests who had taken over the accessories from the white-armored guards in the distance, and the surprised expressions on their faces were captured by him.

"Even the royal heirs need the supreme bishop to give them their names......"

At this point, he did not continue, but pressed his hand on the hilt of the sword and turned around.

"Let's go!"

A dozen well-trained guards each looked at the priests in the distance with deep eyes, and turned away with their master.

And in the depths of the square, the 8 explorers had also been released before Heno left, which could be regarded as a loss of face for Heno by the priests.

The panic they felt when they heard the curse had been dispelled by the treasure that had been discovered, which was technically dedicated to the Lord of Nolan City by the explorers, but now it belonged to the church.

However, the curse remarks made before he was burned to death can be regarded as a conviction of blasphemy and heresy, and the church has a good reason not to hand over these treasures to the city lord, but if it has to deal with 8 explorers, it will inevitably be an inch.

Judging from the report of the Witcher Guard, not all the treasures have been found, and the church naturally cannot let this happen.

Therefore, I immediately prepared to draw up a proclamation in the city.

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In the evening, in the castle in the center of the city, a sumptuous dinner is set up in the restaurant.

The old lord was seated at the end of the table, and on the right-hand side of Heno, a symbol of strength, was Blantai, and across from them sat a group of women.

The old lord ate his dinner intently with a spoon-like utensil, while the servants beside him helped him chop up some large pieces of food.

After chewing and swallowing the pieces of meat in his mouth, and taking a sip of the soup, the old lord looked at his son, who was munching on the barbecue.

"So that unknown thing was burned to death in the end?"

Heno took a sip of his drink, talked about the food in his mouth, and wiped his mouth with a cloth before answering his father's question.

"That's right, they were obviously scared when they got to the back, and the thing was suddenly able to speak, and they could tell that it wasn't from the mortal world. ”

The old city lord took an unhurried sip of wine.

"Hehe" laughed.

"As far as I know, the city has been plastered with notices demanding that anyone who finds or picks up something blasphemous must notify or hand it over to the church, otherwise the sin is blasphemous. ”

Heno smiled as well, reaching for his chest under his coat, and then pulling out something that glittered under the oil lampstand, causing Blante's eyes to widen again.

"That's why I'm late, Father!"

The old city lord was visibly moved, and reached out to take the beautiful jewel pendant from Heno's hand.

Sumptuous and sparkling, the ropes are made of sturdy, fine-grained silver metal rings that have never been seen before, both in terms of craftsmanship and material.

"The guy who died at the stake chose to throw this beautiful thing out at the last minute?"

"Yes, Father, that thing obviously has magical powers, even the iron rope has been broken, I don't know why it was caught, it probably doesn't want the treasure to be taken away by the people of the church. ”

The old city lord looked at the ornament left and right, and then looked at Blantai, who had been staring at this side, the old city lord knew his grandson better than Heno, an incompetent father.

Although he is not as capable as his son, he is at least many times stronger than the waste wood heirs of some of his aristocratic friends.

"Brantey, it's yours, hide it, don't let the scavenging eagle-nosed guys of the church smell it!"

The ornament slid on the table, stopping steadily in front of Brantei's hardwood cutlery.

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