The Doge's Palace was always so magnificent, there were many skilled craftsmen of all ages who contributed their wisdom to the construction of this world, and the beautiful and warm rooms were full of civilization and elegance, keeping all barbarism and poverty from the outside.

For the Governor, the war at the Royal Fortress was just to punish some unruly pirates, but he didn't expect this to happen.

"Those bugs are just pulling people into empty shells...... We couldn't resist, the muskets were useless, and we had fifty-two dead. ”

The soldier standing in the foyer struggled to fully recount what he had experienced, but he couldn't contain his trembling legs, and he appeared in the foyer drenched, dazed.

The attack was too sudden, no one had ever experienced such a war, no, it should be said that it was a one-sided massacre, they had nothing to resist.

"Calm down, soldier, how is the fortress doing now?"

Although the governor was also a little panicked at the moment, he still had to calm his men and calm them down.

The thought of running away flashed through their brains, but they were thrown out in an instant, they had no way to escape, and they were nothing when they left here, and they were laughed at by the people who went back to the family in a gloomy way?

"The fortress is still in our hands, and the bugs are no trace for the time being, but we are not sure if they will make a comeback......"

As if infected by the governor, the soldier did calm down a lot, and told the whole story of what was going on when he left.

"What do you think is that?" asked the Governor.

"I don't know, it's a demon, a witch, or something else cursed......"

"Stop! That's nothing, it's not some demon, just some damn bugs, pass my orders, everyone enters the fortress and standby, finds all the fuel, and makes a fire for defense!"

The soldier was a little dumbfounded, he thought that he had not made it clear to the somewhat deaf governor: "Sir, those things can directly drain people......"

"Obey the order, soldiers, that's bugs. ”

Briss, who came out of the living room, heard all the conversations outside, and watched the soldiers who wanted to refute speak to stop them, the fortress could not be lost, no matter what excuse was used, all the soldiers had to stay there.

"Yes sir......"

The soldier finally understood something, swallowed all the words into his stomach, and walked into the rain with a depressed face.

"Witch!"

After the soldier left, the scene was very quiet, and Bliss said these two words, stabilizing the soldier was one thing, but everyone present knew very well that those things were definitely not bugs.

"I once saw this scene in the travelogues of a missionary—black clouds spreading death, roaring and screaming in the air, ravaging the land, the Black Death spreading, and the land was soaked in the blood of innocents. ”

Briss's voice was still full of emotion, and it seemed to imprint the bone-covered scene directly into the minds of the people around him, making people shudder.

The Governor's face was ugly, and his determination to resist collapsed almost instantly.

"Really...... It's horrible, we have to find a way to get out!"

"We can't give up this land, witches have been ravaging for centuries, but we are still the masters of this world, bring the priest to ......"

Centuries ago, the land was full of ghosts, curses, and gods, but only a hundred years later, almost all the witches who ravaged the European continent were captured and burned to death, the goddess of the sea was sealed in the hands of pirates, the chaotic and violent sea was tamed, the so-called demons and gods were hidden, and the world finally fell into the hands of humans.

Everything has weaknesses, and this is the most useful truth that humanity has grasped since its long confrontation with these transcendent beings.

Of course, the Templars also had a lot of ancient technology in their hands, and it was designed specifically for these otherworldly beings, which they called holy relics.

Hallows are divided into different levels according to their abilities and strengths, and the most important one is the apple.

The Templars had long recruited rich and powerful people, and Briss could not resist the temptation to use the power of the Templars to revive his family.

Almost every city has churches, both humble and glorious, that propagate Templar theories and worship the true gods that the Templars represented, not the false ones.

It also absorbs fresh blood, and of course, it also works part-time to collect intelligence, which is the most basic structure of the entire organization.

Bliss had not been with the group for long, probably two years before the Royal Fortress had gained a foothold, but he did reap considerable benefits, such as the rapid passage of a proposal from the upper echelons of the kingdom for the construction of the port with formal funding for the port, prompted by some unknown force.

They wanted to occupy more overseas colonies, and Bliss was cultivating them as an important seed, so he was exposed to quite a bit of inside intelligence and top-secret information, such as supernatural creatures.

Hundreds of years have passed, along with the development of science and technology, and the concealment of extraordinary power has led to the decline of divine power, and people seem to think that those things recorded in documents and murals are just legends, just the imagination of the ancients, the fear of nature.

The truth is always in the hands of a few, and most people don't even know that the truth exists.

With the development of navigation, many sacred artifacts began to be stationed in all corners of the world, and one of them existed in the Royal Fort Harbor.

The wait was undoubtedly long, and Bliss and the Governor sat down again in the drawing-room, and the maids carried the young lady back to the room, where only the sound of burning candles was the sound of the whole drawing-room.

About ten minutes later, someone rushed in with the priest.

"The Governor, and Mr. Bliss, have no idea what can be served. ”

Briss carefully looked at the pastor in front of him, he was too young, maybe he had just turned twenty years old, although age does not indicate ability, but it can explain how much knowledge.

The young man in front of him was very calm, and although he showed signs of being soaked in the rain, he looked neat, and of course Briss was very pleased with the ring on his hand, which symbolized the Templars.

"Your name?"

"Bane, sir. ”

"Pastor Bain, I need to know everything I need to know about witches and the Hallows......"

At this time, Captain Gordon was still in the carriage with Bonnet, and the complete asymmetry of information made him not realize what was happening.

The flatbed wagon, without the slightest shock absorption, jolted violently on the muddy and rugged mountain road, and finally, on a somewhat steep descending road, the wheels of the carriage ran over the stones.

Under Captain Gordon's stunned expression, he flew straight out with the plank, and the final scene stopped at Bonnet, who was dragged behind the horse by a rope, with wheels rolling faster than the horse on the side.

"I curse you!"

Captain Gordon shouted at the unreliable coachman he had forcibly tied up.