"Allen, if you don't go to the Sheriff's Department to be an official, it's really a waste of talent. ”

Elvis gave a thumbs up.

"What if this assumption is wrong?"

Stanny asked.

"If it doesn't work, we will follow the method Steven said, withdraw from Lua City first, and then slowly figure out a way, in short, this is called De Yero is the main murderer, and we must not spare him. ”

Alan said with a sharp gaze, and everyone nodded in agreement.

Although the celebration is over, but a large number of believers are still stranded in Lua City, so the security and defense tasks of Lua Church are still heavy, although Dejero has been staying in the church for a period of time and has not left, and there are many people around him to help, but he is still busy, in addition to leading people to protect Bishop Dennis, he also has to arrange other defense tasks of the church, because Lawson and the three captains are missing, all the work needs to be arranged by him personally, in addition, he has to contact and cooperate with the security department of Lua City and the people sent by the Knights Templar to support。

After a busy day, De Hiero returned to his room and felt a little tired, but his mood was much better than before, after these few days of observation, De Hiero's vigilance gradually began to relax, it seems that he was a little overthought before, at least for the time being, Bishop Dennis has no intention of dealing with him, and as soon as the matter here is over, as soon as the person who takes over his position arrives, he can calmly leave Lua City and return to Van Ston, as long as he officially joins the Templar Order, he is not afraid of anything.

But will he really be able to return to Viston and join the Knights Templar?

Thinking of this, De Yero couldn't help but feel a sense of irritability in his heart, he walked to the window and pushed it open, but at the moment when the window opened, he suddenly felt an alarm, and the person flashed to the window, followed by a "whoosh" whistle, and a sharp arrow shot in.

"Buzz!"

The arrow was inserted on the table, and the tail feathers shook violently, which showed the strength of this arrow.

Although he avoided this arrow in time, Dejero was still scared into a cold sweat, could it be that the extermination operation against himself had begun?

De Yero was about to call someone, but suddenly out of the corner of his eye, he saw something tied to the shaft of the arrow that was still trembling, and his heart couldn't help but move. He carefully closed the window, then turned and ripped off what was tied to the shaft of the arrow, and found that it was a thin piece of sheepskin, on which was written a line:

"Someone wants to harm you, if you want to live, come to the warehouse in the east of the city at twelve o'clock tonight. ”

The signature is: Taylor.

"It's Boss Taylor!"

Djero took the sheepskin and looked at it several times, then immediately opened the drawer of the table and pulled out several old invitations. He has a good relationship with Taylor, and he usually accepts the benefits of the other party, and often receives invitations from Taylor to participate in some activities, so now he takes out a few letters and checks them carefully until he confirms that the handwriting on them is indeed written by Taylor.

Why did Boss Taylor send this message to himself, did he really want to save himself or did he have another purpose? Is it possible that he wanted to turn the tiger away from the mountain and kill himself.

Dejero walked around the room, his mind fluttering. Regarding the relationship between him and Taylor, the two have a very personal relationship, he used his position to help Taylor get rid of several competitors, Taylor often invited him to his courtyard to dinner, it is said that Taylor will not harm him, but now the situation is different, because it is very likely that Bishop Dennis wants to deal with him, and Bishop Dennis is obviously on the orders of Des Hepburn, as the agent of the Hepburn family, Taylor and the Holy See are inextricably linked, he cannot oppose the Holy See for his own sake, unless Taylor wants to help himself out of personal relations, and this help cannot be known by the Holy See.

But why didn't Taylor send a message to himself sooner or later, but when he had almost given up his doubts, was it because the celebration was over and Bishop Dennis was finally going to do it?

Unconsciously, De Yero's palms were all sweat, and he took out the thin sheepskin again to look at it, De Hiero's place to meet him was a warehouse in the east of the city, not his own home, if he wanted to deal with himself, it seemed that there was no need to be so troublesome, it seemed that Taylor's move was still for secrecy.

Djero placed the thin sheepskin in the palm of his hand, rubbed it twice, and by the time he let go of his hand, the sheepskin had turned into countless crumbs. Looking at the debris scattered all over the ground, he finally made up his mind.

That night, less than eleven o'clock, Djero pushed open the door of his lodgings and cautiously walked out.

"Who?"

Although Djero's steps were light, he was spotted by the guards of the night watch.

"It's me!"

Dejero replied calmly.

"It turned out to be the head of the regiment. It's so late, where is the regiment commander going?"

Usually Dejero is not so diligent, and he still comes out to patrol at night, so the guard asked with some curiosity.

"Stand your guard well. What am I going to do, do I have to report back to you?"

Dejero said angrily.

"Yes, Commander. ”

The guard agreed, not daring to ask more.

Dejero walked half a circle along the courtyard wall outside the church, and when he came to a dimly lit corner, after looking around, his figure was already flying up the courtyard wall, he squatted on the courtyard wall and observed for a moment, until he was sure that no one was watching him around, then he jumped down with confidence, and then ran towards the east of the city without stopping.

Djero's figure had just disappeared around the corner, and in the darkness of the roof of a building five hundred paces away from the church, a delicate figure appeared.

As soon as the figure appeared, it immediately twisted its waist and flew in the same direction as De Yero, and the figure was extremely agile, like a milk swallow in the sky, flying from the top of one house to another, and in the blink of an eye, it had disappeared into the night.

Out of an abundance of caution, De Yero did not run straight to his destination, but turned left and right in the streets, occasionally hiding and waiting for a while, until he was sure that no one was following him, and then he dared to run in the direction of the warehouse. When he got to the warehouse, it was exactly twelve o'clock.

From a distance of a few hundred paces, De Hiero could see that there was a faint light still on in the courtyard of the warehouse, and the fact that the lights were still on so late could only indicate that the people inside were not only not sleeping, but might be waiting for someone.

Looking at the lights inside, Dejero felt a little more steady, it was not the first time he had come to this warehouse, but for the sake of caution, he still circled around the courtyard wall, until he confirmed that there was no ambush nearby, and then he easily pushed open the hidden courtyard door and came to the door of the house with the lights on.