When Baron Smith received the report and hurried out of the castle to meet several mercenaries with a stern face, the castle gate was already crowded with people

The cheers and applause have calmed down. Standing in the sunlight, the people gazed at the mercenaries who were guarded in the middle, and listened to them tell the story of the collapse of the Holy See convoy.

The reason why the mercenaries reported this news to Baron Smith was entirely because the city gates were blocked.

Because after the declaration of martial law, in order to prevent the Fireh people from infiltrating the city and bringing ruinous turmoil to the city when the war broke out, the city is now only allowed to leave and not enter.

And if the mercenaries want to enter the city, they can only choose this only way to report crimes.

The so-called crime report is a civic duty formed in accordance with the laws of the Saint Solan Empire. This meant that both nobles and commoners were obliged to report to the local lord and officials when they witnessed a crime, in order to assist the lord official in stopping the crime or chasing down the culprit.

Therefore, when the mercenaries were in front of the city gate and reported the crime to the guards, the guards immediately took them to meet the city lord.

This time, however, it is clear that the once harsh and infuriating crime report has evolved from a denunciation of the perpetrators to a rally to celebrate the victims' deaths.

As the mercenaries spoke, the crowd erupted in uproar and cheers from time to time.

The sound of surprise had not stopped since the mercenaries had spoken of the four arrows pinning Garras to the ground. The subsequent tumbling carriage, the killing of the brave knights, the seventh-level demons, and finally the death of Garas are more like a big drama of ups and downs, which makes people's hearts shake and they are so nervous that they can't breathe.

Because there were so many onlookers, only the people in the innermost part of the crowd could hear the mercenaries say. And the people outside the crowd can't really listen, so they can only keep asking the people in front.

The accounts of the mercenaries are constantly passed through the mouths of the guò people. The jubilant sound spread outward in circles like ripples thrown by stones.

The commoners were talking excitedly and foaming at the mouth, the mercenaries were shouting and high-fived, and even the noble knights were smiling from time to time and whispering to the servants who were leading the horses beside them. Turning his head to look at the Holy See in the distance, his eyes were full of amusement.

And Anna's relatives had tears in their eyes, their faces flushed, and they didn't know what to say. Trembling lips, muttering to himself. It seems to be comforting Anna's spirit in heaven.

A few mercenaries talked all the way, and naturally skipped a lot of things.

Aside from the purpose of their departure from the city, details such as the height and size of the "Vengeful Demon", his age, his voice, and the inexplicable transformation of his battle axe into a long sword were all vague.

In the end, even Baron Smith, who had been holding a stern sand and posing as if he was listening to a report of the crime, was eager to kick these guys.

Where is this crime report, it is simply a praise for the archer.

As soon as the archers were mentioned, their eyes lit up, and when they talked about the victims of the Holy See, they laughed and mocked with pleasure.

Even if the big guys don't point the finger at the Holy See, those bastards are also members of the Holy See after all.

It's shameful enough that an entire convoy has been wiped out, this propaganda, this cheer, is simply spitting in the face of the Holy See!

It's easy to wait for a group of mercenaries who are as heroic as heroes in everyone's reverent gaze to finish the "crime report...... The two big Smiths hurriedly sent a team of cavalry to the scene of the incident to "rescue" the captured county bishop, and he himself quickly hid in the castle, writing a letter to the messenger to hand over to the Archduke Adolf on the way to the city of Medin.

This is not a trivial matter, and its strictness makes him dare not even delay the news until the Grand Duke arrives. He could well imagine how much the news would shake the empire. And as the lord of Medin City, he himself will be somewhat implicated.

After seeing the messenger leave with the letter, Smith got up from his desk with a heavy heart. Suddenly turning his head to see the empty vase holder, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch in distress.

So the baron, who had angrily smashed all the vases at the time of the incident at Garas, hurried to the window, listened intently to the cheers, exhaled pleasantly, and spat fiercely downstairs.

"Phew, you deserve it!"

The crowd finally dispersed.

It's almost noon, and it's time to eat. The sunlit streets of Medin City are full of people who have wandered from the Lord's Castle into the streets.

"Eldest sister, what kind of person do you say is that vengeful demon gentleman?", Ling Xue took Ling Dong's hand and asked excitedly as she walked home. Ling Xuan turned her head, and before she could speak, she saw Ling Shuang and said, "I said, he must be a beautiful man with a long figure, politeness, extraordinary temperament, and jealousy and hatred. ”

The girl folded her hands together, and her eyes were full of longing: "He must have a pair of deep and charming eyes." Ahh

Ling Xuan and Ling Xue, as well as the surrounding crowd walking in the same direction, were all startled by Ling Shuang's last scream.

Everyone stared blankly at the Ling family's most lively second daughter waving her little fist and announcing: "From today on, he is my idol, my prince charming!

"Neurotic!" Ling Xue muttered in Ling Dong's ear, but Ling Shuang heard it, and the two girls who looked exactly the same suddenly frolicked together.

The crowd laughed. Everyone has known the most beautiful twins in Medin City and their sister who has been in charge of the Mission Hall since she was only twenty-five years old. In the morning, I also saw three girls crying at the door of the church, sad and aggrieved.

It's no wonder that Ling Shuang said this, that Vengeful Demon Mr. really gave them and the entire people of Metin City a big sigh of evil!

"Go away," Ling Xue panted with laughter, pushed Ling Shuang's hand away, and almost hung on Ling Xuan's arm and said, "I hate it, I didn't ask you." I asked my eldest sister. ”

As she spoke, Ling Xue shook Ling Xuan's hand: "Eldest sister, you say." ”

"I don't know. ”

Ling Xuan shook her head, stretched out her hand to hug her little sister, and asked with a smile, "What do you think?"

"I" Ling Xue bit her fingernails, glanced at Ling Shuang who was walking in front, and said in Ling Xuan's ear with a smile: "My thoughts are the same as the second sister." Her beautiful eyes shone with a girl's unique longing light: "I really want to take off his mask with my own hands." ”

Ling Xuan looked at her sister and smiled, but her eyes were a little dazed.

The crowd passed by her, and everyone was so excited. In the crowd, she could clearly hear them talking about the deserving Garas, about the outrageous bags

The fate of the asylum, like Ling Shuang and Ling Xue, is full of curiosity about the "revenge demon".

The touching battle that the mercenaries told was repeatedly mentioned by them. The tone of everyone's voice was filled with irrepressible exclamation. Although they didn't see that battle with their own eyes, everyone was able to recite the twists and turns and highlights of that battle by heart.

However, no one knew who that person was. Except--myself!

"I'm going to get justice for you. Roy's voice, accompanied by his still somewhat youthful and childish face, appeared in Ling Xuan's mind.

Ling Xuan secretly laughed.

Except for the guy who looks dull and low-key, but is full of heart, where else can you find an equally powerful magician in Medin City!

Just thinking of this, Ling Xuan found that her hands were being held by her two younger sisters, one left and one right.

"By the way, sister, what about that annoying friend of yours?" Ling Xuan pursed her lips, "I asked and asked for a long time, but I ran away without a single bubble." ”

"Yes. Ling Xue also echoed.

Although she was more gentle and lovely than Ling Shuang by nature, she was sad at that time, and she was really disgusted by Roy who asked and asked for a long time.

Looking at the two younger sisters who had always held grudges, Ling Xuan opened her mouth, and finally could only smile bitterly.

According to Roy, he will also go to the first training camp in the near future.

If they become classmates with him at that time, with the temper of the two sisters and the character of Roy, it will be hilarious.

Church in the city of Medin, with its doors closed.

The main building, the central patio, the bell tower, and the annex building, except for the fluttering of wings when the pigeon flies, there is not the slightest sound in the huge building group.

Believers dressed in robes of different colors, Bible readers, and priests were in a daze, whispering, or hurrying with their eyes flashing, and they were running from place to place to discuss behind closed doors.

The story of the destruction of the convoy, the list of the dead, Lord Baron Smith has sent his butler to report it.

This is the second time the baron's butler has been here today. The first time was this morning. On behalf of Baron Smith, he asked the Holy See to hand over Gallas to the Lord's Palace, and promised that he would give Gallas a fair trial.

However, the steward's request was rejected in the most arrogant way by the envoy and the bishop.

When the butler left, his face was blue and angry.

After just two prayers, the middle-aged man, who lived in a gentle and gentle house, came to the church again. As when he walked into the church in the morning, he was still smiling and respectful and polite. ,

But the more he did this, the more everyone felt that their faces were on fire.

This kind of silent ridicule is worse than scolding.

The most aggrieved thing is that the people who are really responsible are going to die, and these people who stay in the church in Medin City are just a group of left-behind people who are usually excluded from the power circle with the county bishop as the core, and are abandoned when the war is approaching.

With all the curtains closed in the room, Joseph sat in the dimly lit priest's room, his mind blank.

The county bishop is missing, the envoy is dead, Gallas is dead, everyone is dead

Originally, this should have been good news for him. At least he didn't have to worry about how to carry out the county bishop's secret order, and he didn't have to be excluded by him anymore.

However, this current qiē, coupled with the previous siege of the Holy See by civilians, is not good news.

A bitter smile appeared on Joseph's face. He also knew that when the wrath of the Bishop of the Western District and Archbishop Loulian came, the only bearer was himself, the unlucky man who suddenly became the highest position in the Holy See of Medin City.

Jolouf even wished he was dead!

"It's over. He muttered the word over and over again.

I don't know how long it has been.

Just when Joseph's eyes became more and more desperate, and even the terrifying thought of suicide, suddenly, the door was pushed open, and the reckless Evan rushed in again.

Joseph raised his head with a pale face, his eyes glazed: "What other bad news?"

"My lord," Evan said breathlessly, "someone wants to see you......"

"Who?" asked Joseph with a numb expression.

He said that his identity can only be told to you. Seeing that Joseph was furious, he quickly added: "But he asked me to sue you, it is very important to you." ”

"Very important?" Joseph was stunned for a moment, then quickly stood up, "Where is he!"

A moment later, as Joseph sat down in the confessional room, he saw a man with a hood and his entire face covered by a thick linen, revealing only one pair of eyes.

"Are you?" asked Joseph.

The masked man pulled out a badge, opened the marker, and handed it in.

When Joseph's eyes suddenly opened with the lone wolf emblem on the badge, the cold voice of the masked man came from his ears.

"Esoteric monk lone wolf. ”

Joseph's mouth opened wide in shock. He never dreamed that the Demon Pattern Master "Lone Wolf" he found was almost crying, and he was still a secret monk!

The so-called esoteric monks are those who have secret identities but serve the Holy See. It's the same as Monk Wen and Monk Wu, but his identity is not public.

Joseph had heard a lot about the legends of the tantric monks. Perhaps the most famous is the Pope Tantric Kafka, who sent information at a critical moment and helped the Holy See win the last major war in the twenty-one great wars between the Empire and the Holy See.

At that time, Kafka was the duke and commanded two legions. Deeply trusted by Grand Duke Solan. His rebellion at a critical moment directly led the territory of the Saint-Solan Empire to stagnate in its existing places.

In the Saint-Soran Empire, Kafka was always a traitor who was accused of being manipulated. But in the Holy See, he is a saint who cannot be blasphemed. It was also from that time that the establishment of tantric monks has continued to this day.

This identity is extremely special in the Holy See. They were neither undercover agents of the Inquisition nor clergy in the Holy See. Most of the Esoteric monks are just secret staff members of a certain person in the Holy See. A small number of them are papal seekers who hide their identities and enter the world.

Pinching the badge in his hand, Joseph's voice trembled a little: "Excuse me, do you have a secret monk certificate?"

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