Although it was clear that the assassination decision was made by himself, and that the main responsibility for the failure lay with him, Francis was really mad at this point - because he felt that he had been completely tricked by that damn shooter!

"That guy is ****** in the city! I asked you to look for him for months and couldn't find him, and he was led by the nose by all sorts of nonsense perjury, and what happened? He kept circling under my nose!"

"What's the use of me asking for a bunch of shit like you!?"

The fire element suddenly condensed in the palm of Francis's hand, and the temperature in the room suddenly increased, and the eyes of the three subordinates instantly became extremely frightened - as one of the few people who had seen Francis's anger and survive, they all understood... When the earl was really angry, he did absolutely everything, so he froze in place at this moment, and forgot to even say a word of begging for mercy.

But Francis clenched his fists, staring at the three subordinates with angry eyes, clenching his teeth and suppressing the anger in his heart—he tried to restrain his impulsive emotions, but finally snorted coldly, and shook his arm violently... A small fireball crossed the heads of the three people in an instant, shattered the window with a "snap", and disappeared from view.

Seconds later, there was a muffled sound of an explosion in the distance, followed by the sound of trees falling.

The three subordinates breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that they had escaped. But the silence that ensued was very depressing, except that none of them dared to say more than half a word, for fear of annoying the earl again.

"Thanks to the fact that the people sent out died cleanly, there is no danger of being exposed..."

Francis squinted, still clenched into fists, "I still have a chance... There's still a chance..."

He whispered to himself, frowning and trying to think about countermeasures, but after thinking about it for a long time, he didn't know how to find the right opportunity to kill Sally!

The failure of this operation directly led to "scaring the snake", and Sally would definitely never easily go outside the protection of the Templars, and more importantly... The bishop would certainly have stepped up his protection and sought out the instigators of the assassination.

"Young Master... It seems that the 'Rosicrucian' will have a Bishop of Hollier coming to Holier recently, and a notice has been sent here some time ago. ”

"The Overlord?"

Francis looked back suddenly, knowing very well what such a position meant: it was a position just one step away from the core of the "Rosicrucian" Temple. Bishop Benjamin is the Archbishop of the Diocese, followed by the Exgerant, and at the next level is the Cardinal, and the highest Pope.

In the past, when such a character came to Hollier, the first thing he did was to march around the city to attract more believers, the second was to give a lecture in the city square to inspire the faith, and the third was to issue the latest orders of the temple in the square, usually to promote certain bishops, priests, and friars.

As this information flashed through his mind, Francis was stunned for a moment, it was clear that Sally, as a "candidate priest", would definitely be baptized by the Exgex in the city square!

Happy, but Francis quickly narrowed his eyes - if he assassinated Sally in such a ceremony, it would be tantamount to openly working against the "Rosacecrutic"...

He gritted his teeth, turned around, and waved a new order: "Gather all the forces at your disposal and rush back before that Overseer arrives in Hollier!"

"Whenever there is an opportunity, there is always a way. ”

September 5th.

Looking southeast from the city of Holier, what you see is no longer the grassland plains in the northwest, but the primeval forests with extremely high coverage.

In the modern people's impression, the "primeval forest" often only appears on TV, and if people in the city want to experience it, they have to walk a long way by means of transportation to find a forest isolated by the city, and after entering, there are often many artificial facilities to ensure the safety of tourists.

But such a scenario could not have happened in the context of the "rippling earth" in the Middle Ages, and even the "city" was the object of isolation by the forest, on the contrary.

With backward productivity and a sparse population, human life on this continent is particularly hard. There are no paved roads between cities at all, and muddy slag roads are not bad, not to mention the primeval jungle that has to be traversed through all kinds of dangers.

At this time, human beings did not have logging machines, there were no chainsaws, there were no more material needs under the conditions of the natural economy, and the economy of each region was almost completely independent and self-sufficient without interacting with each other, so in such a situation, human beings were always fighting against the jungle that wanted to flood the city.

In the "Amber Forest", 300 kilometers from the city of Hollier, a convoy walked with difficulty on this simple forest road.

The carriage swayed slightly, the metal axles crunched and rubbed against each other, the leather boots stepped on the soft ground, and the smell of fallen leaves wafted into the air. Flags float by, and the pattern of two roses crossed in front of the cross glows in soft tones in the sun.

Relatively speaking, the road was in relatively good condition, and the Templar guards sighed inwardly as they walked on it—it was better than the swamps and dirt roads that had been before.

The road is flanked by dense jungle with poor visibility, and the sky overhead is obscured by wooded foliage, and the falling light leaves a slight dappled spot on the ground. Slightly nervous.

As the overseer of the "Rosicrucian" Temple, Rubens's carriage had just left Fort Vettel, the last fortress on the journey, and at this time they had been marching forward for about ten days, and when they walked out of this difficult jungle, they entered the territory of the Duke of Angmar's Everta.

The convoy was quite numerous, there were nine carriages in all, and with the exception of the largest carriage in which Bishop Rubens was, two were for the accompanying priests, and the remaining six were used to carry baggage and supplies. The composition of the guard was simple - eight Templars on horseback, twenty-four Templars flanked the carriage and thirty-four ordinary infantry and retainers, in addition to ten servants who served the overlord and priests.

It was noon, and the team stopped on the side of the road as usual and began to take a simple rest, but before the carriage could stop, a strange procession rushing out from the side of the road suddenly broke the original silence.

A squad of twelve cavalrymen in red robes rushed to the scene, and with more than thirty guerrillas shouting the slogan "Kill these infidels", they suddenly appeared in this narrow jungle environment and rushed straight to the carriage where the overlord was!

In the face of such an attack, the well-trained temple guards seemed to have expected it, and immediately raised their shields in front of the overarch's carriage, and then the infantry lined up to meet the enemy, and the cavalry mounted and charged, and with the priests reciting a few blessing spells, they began to fight back vigorously.

The battle broke out instantly, and the sneak attackers, despite their superior numbers, were no threat against the well-armed, buff-equipped Templars, and the battle was one-sided from the start - the sneak cavalry could not do any effective damage, rushing around completely helpless with infantry shields, and as the eight Templars launched a counter-charge, the morale of the team collapsed, and after a desperate fight, they fled.

It happened quickly, it ended even faster, it was useless for ten minutes from the sneak attack to the escape, and in the process, the overseer himself never stepped out of the carriage, and from beginning to end he only gave the order to "go to war" - and when the battlefield was cleared and the priest reported the battle, Bishop Rubens pushed open the intricately carved wooden door and stepped out of the carriage.

Not far away, seven or eight corpses lay across the ground, and five captives were screaming in pain.

Bishop Rubens, dressed in black and yellow, is sixty-two years old, well-proportioned and stellar. When he looked at the corpse, it seemed to be no different from looking at the trees around him. And when the guards pulled several of the sneak attackers who were still alive in front of the overseer, he didn't seem to bother to ask any extra questions, just glanced at the four guys with painful expressions and screams, and asked casually, "Identity confirmed?"

The temple guards ripped off the men's sleeves, revealing a uniform pattern on their arms: a serpent wrapped around a cross.

And when these patterns appeared in front of Rubens's eyes, the Overlord's eyes narrowed slightly, and then he turned around silently, and when he stepped aside, the palm that seemed to be raised inadvertently made a seemingly casual "downward cut" action.

So after he left, the temple guards raised their swords and slashed down without mercy...

After a brief lunch, the Overseer returned to the carriage and, while the procession was still in action, took a quill and jotted down some simple words on a thick notebook - "On the 5th of September, the fifth sneak attack of the 'Pit Viper Cross', casualties..."

In such sentences, all the "accidents" that had occurred on this trip were recorded, and the casualties of both sides were also noted, and it was clear that such a sectarian battle could be called "bloody", but in the eyes of the Overarch, everything the "Viper Cross" did was only to cover up their fear of the "Rosicrucian".

"A bunch of savage heretics. ”

As he spoke, the quill began to write letters on another piece of parchment—the prefix read, "To Cardinal Cardinal."

"The infidels are constantly attacking my troops, and their casualties are heavy every time, but it is clear that these heretics are paralyzing my vigilance - the infidels who have been killed at this time are farmers who don't know how to fight, and this tactic is too cruel..."

The quill pen was constantly dipped in ink, and the handwriting on the parchment was very regular.

"I'll keep the team size like this to lure the other side into attacking, but to be on the safe side, the other two teams are secretly following us, and one has already gone to Hollier City to prepare..."

"The infidels have been dormant for a long time, but this time I have the upper hand, and the heretics still think that they are doing something hidden, but in fact I already know their plans. If they do operate in Hollier, I'm sure they'll learn enough lessons. ”

The tone of the letter was impassioned, and it was evident that Bishop Rubens had great reverence for the "Cardinal Cardinal" of Cardinal, and after writing the letter to dry, he gently folded the parchment, took the wax seal, melted it, pressed it against the crimson fire paint with the wide ring on his thumb, left the seal representing the "Archbishop" of the Rocrucise, raised his hand and recited a mantra, encrypting the letter twice, and then handed it to the servant outside the carriage.

At this time, the team had finished recuperating, and when he lifted the curtain and looked out, he could still smell a little blood that could not be concealed between his snorts, but the overseer seemed to have long been accustomed to it, and just said "go" indifferently, and let the curtain fall.

The sound of the coachman waving his whip sounded, and the small group once again embarked on what seemed to be a perilous journey.