, perhaps because the carriage transporting precious property slowed down the speed, or perhaps it was to show the prestige of the Holy See after calmly passing through the encirclement of the crowd, so as to avoid giving people the feeling of fleeing in the wilderness, so the speed of the Holy See convoy did not speed up much after leaving the city gate. This book is from.

"The indoctrination in Medin City is very poor. "In the comfortable and luxurious carriage, the envoy's face was frosty.

"That's what you said!" the county bishop, who was sitting opposite the envoy, bowed slightly respectfully, without any expression of shame on his face, and said lightly: "I feel guilty for such a strict incident against the Holy See in Medin City. But if you want to find out why......"

The county bishop sat up straight and smiled at the envoy's gaze: "I think this is the result of Father Joseph's insincerity and dereliction of duty in serving the Holy Father in the church of Medin City. ”

The envoy stared into the county bishop's eyes, and the corners of his mouth slowly hooked into a satisfied smile, and nodded. The county bishop smiled as well, and the leader gestured.

In just two sentences, the two have reached a tacit understanding.

What happened today, although it did not turn into a riot, was quite strict in nature for the Holy Sect. Once they are held accountable, they will definitely be held accountable.

Although both of them knew exactly what the cause of the incident was, the envoy was unwilling to admit that the cause of the incident had something to do with the people he had brought, and the county bishop was naturally unwilling to offend him and Garas. Naturally, then, the scapegoat became Joseph, the priest of the city of Medin.

It's a win-win-win-win thing. The sacrifice of a priest in a small town who has no backstage and is not very popular will not only make the relationship between the county bishop and the envoy more harmonious, but at the same time, it will also give Gallas, who is just popular next to the bishop of the West End, a favor.

As for the truth that the whole city of Medin understands, no one in the Holy See cares about that. Neither the Bishop of the West End nor Archbishop Loulian will seek any truth. They just need to know who bears their wrath for such a humiliating thing.

"So", after a moment, the envoy asked, "about the civilians ......"

"In a panic", the county bishop lifted the curtain to look at the receding scenery outside the window, and said lightly: "Someone is dead, someone is missing." The fact that they dared to besiege the church proved that they had seen the Father as an enemy in their minds. This kind of person should have gone to hell. ”

The envoy nodded, saw the county bishop wave his hand and beckoned an assistant priest to give a low command, and interjected: "Things are done neatly, don't be too anxious." ”

Moments later, the aco-priest, escorted by a papal guard, turned his horse's head and galloped toward the city of Medding.

Seeing the convoy drifting away, Roy dodged into the woods beside the road.

"Boy, do you want to kiss them?" As soon as his fingers touched the handle of the Axe of Judgment, the voice of the Dwarven Axe Spirit came to mind.

"Can you know what's going on in my head?"

Roy took his bow from the ring, put a pot full of arrows on his back, took off his coat, put on a tight-fitting leather armor, changed to a pair of Hunter's Spike Boots suitable for running in the jungle, and fastened his trouser legs.

"I don't have the ...... in your head to bend too much," the dwarf said, "but you can smell this murderous aura from ten miles away." ”

"Should that guy be killed?" Roy straightened up after fiddling with his pretend, covering his face with a bronze mask that had been prepared a long time ago.

"Kill!" the dwarf's voice squeezed through his teeth, chilling.

"Then kill!" Roy snorted, kicked his feet, and sprang out like an arrow. After three steps, his speed had increased to the limit.

In the sun-dappled jungle, he is like a galloping panther!

"What to do?!"

Rushing out of the city gate, seven or eight mercenary men all set their eyes on a fourth-level mercenary in the lead.

To tell the truth, the reason why everyone rushed out was all because of a sense of righteous indignation. But if you really want to turn your face and use knives with the convoy of the Holy See, even if they are a group of outlaws who lick blood with knives all year round, they can't help but feel worried.

Not to mention that there were three knights and twelve Holy See guards in the Holy Sect's convoy, it was impossible to kill them all. Even if it didn't, the attack on the Holy See convoy was an extremely serious crime. Although everyone is doing desperate work, this kind of thing has never been done.

"It's gone. The fourth-level mercenary looked along the avenue, but did not see Roy, who had already dodged into the jungle, and muttered to himself in some confusion.

After a while, he turned his head and swept his gaze over the faces of a group of men who didn't know each other, and said, "Since everyone is out of the city, they must be as bad as I am. Even if we can't kill Garana, at least we can make him suffer a little. As he spoke, the sturdy man with a beard took out a simple sheepskin map and said to the crowd: "The convoy is back to the city of Lorence, where the bishop of the West Side is located, and from here to the city of Lorence, the only way to take the north side is to take this road. Let's take a walk and give them a look here!"

The mercenaries put their heads together, looked at the map, and found that the place where the fourth-level mercenaries fingered was a canyon where the convoy had to pass.

Everyone quickly understood the meaning of a fourth-level mercenary.

"You mean, let's go from the mountain, and then" The eyes of the crowd flashed with excitement.

"Stone these guys, and they're angry! They are down the mountain, and we're in the mountain. When they come around, we'll already run away!" The fourth-level mercenary hehehe, "Do you want to do it?!"

"!"

"Let's go!"

The area where the city of Medin is located is a small hilly area. It is surrounded by dense mountains and forests, and there are many rivers and lakes.

Due to the terrain, there are few roads from Medin City to other cities that are more than a kilometer straight. It is basically a meandering valley floor between the slopes. Sometimes, in order to go around a small hill that is only twenty or thirty meters high, a large bend is made, and the distance is doubled.

Moreover, when it comes to walking, in fact, except for the gravel roads near the city, most of them are dirt roads that have been stepped on by many vehicles and pedestrians for a long time. Usually it's okay, but when it rains, take a step and a foot in the mud. The carriage could only run over the deep wheel tracks.

Because of the difficulty of the road, after leaving the city of Medin, after walking for about half a prayer, the speed of the Holy See convoy slowed down again.

In particular, the horse-drawn carriages that carried valuable goods were not much faster than they were when they passed through the crowds in the Medin City Square.

Roy, who took a straight cut from the mountains and forests, chased the convoy with ease. However, because of the proximity to the city of Medin and the large number of passers-by on the road, he did not choose to start, but followed the convoy silently under the cover of the dense jungle and bushes on the side of the road.

Sometimes, the distance between him and the convoy is only four or five meters, and the sound of the convoy people talking can be heard clearly.

Amid the sound of wheels rolling and horses' hooves, the convoy came to a halt on a gentle slope between two small hills.

"Damn it!"

Seven or eight papal guards grumbled and jumped off their horses and helped the coachman push the carriage forward. The horses pulling the cart were pulling the horses, and the coachmen were shouting, and they were sweating profusely

Due to the limited manpower, one car at a time could only push up the gentle slope, so when the first car went, the carriage behind had to stop and wait.

Everyone in the convoy dismounted and got out of the car one after another, waiting on the side of the road to breathe. Even Garas, who had been nestled in the carriage, stepped out and stood beside the envoy and the county bishop, chatting and laughing.

In the gloomy mountain forest, Roy stopped. Through the gaps in the leaves, gazing at Garas's face in the sun.

Speaking of which, Garras has a dignified and delicate face, not only does he not see the appearance of being extremely vicious, but he has a somewhat aristocratic temperament. However, no matter how polite he looked on the outside, the eyes that flashed the fierce gaze of a beast from time to time still revealed his true nature.

"Deacon Garas, you are too reckless. ”

The conversation on the side of the road turned to what had just happened, and the envoy smiled and tapped Garras with his fingers, making a look of hatred of iron but not steel.

"How do you want to clean up] untouchables, why do you have to do it yourself, just find a crime and send it to the court, and you don't have to deal with it?"

The bishop of the county on the side also led the way.

"It's such a trivial matter, the deacon just tells me. Although the power of the Holy See in the Solan Empire is not as strong as in Pompeii and Philet, it is still easy to manipulate a few civilians. ”

"That's what the two adults said. Garas nodded respectfully, but his eyes flashed with a hint of fierceness: "However, I still prefer to solve things like this myself." If you fake someone else, it won't be so enjoyable!"

"Next time, you can clean your hands and feet. Don't be like this time. Things are getting bigger, and the face of the Bishop of the West Side is not good-looking. ”

The envoy spoke, glanced at the county bishop, gently patted the shoulder of the red deacon in front of the bishop in front of him, and said with a smile: "The black cauldron will be pushed to Father Joseph, the county bishop, and Joseph has already been asked to deal with that woman's family." ”

Garas's eyes lit up and he laughed.

Joseph, the priest of the church in the city of Medin, was a marginal figure in the Holy See on the western side of Lulian.

This man's ambition is not small, but his ability is not outstanding. Relying on his relationship with the former county bishop, he stumbled to the position of the priest of the church in the city of Medin. Since the death of the previous county bishop a few years ago, Joseph has been completely relegated to the margins of the Western Church. The current county bishop has long wanted to get this guy down and replace it with his own. But in the past two years, Joseph has not made a mistake with his tail between his legs, and he has never found a chance.

Since there is no chance, it is better to create a chance.

For Joseph, who was cautiously trying to curry favor with the county concubine and find a new future to come to power, the county bishop's instructions, even if he was unhappy, did not dare to disobey them. But it was clear that once he made a move on Anna's family, the county bishop would never admit it. This black cauldron should naturally be carried by him.

After all, the affairs of Medin City cannot be covered up. Whether it is the Bishop of the West End or the Archbishop of Lulian, they need a punching bag, and they also need to give an explanation when the noble lords pursue it.

Knowing that the two in front of him were selling favors to him, Garas naturally wanted to appreciate it, and said with a sneer: "I've caused trouble to the two adults." ”

"It's not a trouble," the envoy waved his hand and said lightly, "a swarm of flies, only dare to scold twice, do they dare to openly attack the Holy See?"

Since he was willing to give a favor to Garas, the county bishop also chimed in: "Don't look at the Medin City Square is crowded with people, even if you walk among them at that time, no one will dare to do anything to you......"

As he said this, the smiles on the faces of the county bishop and the envoy were as warm as a spring breeze. However, before the county bishop's words fell, in the mountains and forests behind them, Roy, who had already drawn his bow and arrows, froze their smiles on their faces with a voice like the roar of a demonic beast.

"It's time for you to wake up from your dreams!"

"Who?" the envoy and the county bishop looked back in surprise.

"Guess!"

At the moment when the envoy and the county bishop suddenly turned around, "whoosh", several creepy arrows broke through the air. Four long arrows shot from the mountains, like four lightning bolts, tore the air, grazing their faces and grazing their sharply constricted pupils.

The faces of the two were cut painfully.

Then they saw four ghostly feathered arrows, with a cold glow of frost in the sun, piercing Garas's hands and feet with such precision.

Four bright red blood flowers bloomed! The defenseless Garras was carried out by the powerful arrows, and he was nailed to the ground!

"Enemy attack!" the knights' cries rang out amid Garas's terrible screams.

However, before they could activate the battle ring, Roy's right hand with the swinging bowstring drew a circular phantom in the void. White-feathered arrows leaped from his quiver to his fingers, and with the vibration of the bowstring, he swooped out of the dense forest like a vicious bee chasing his life.

Whoosh, seven or eight feathered arrows swept through the void, pierced the buttocks of the two horses that were sloping down, and cut the ropes that the horses were pulling.

This is the fourth wagon full of heavy goods pushed by the papal guards. Behind this car were two splendid papal carriages and a crowd of people standing on the road behind.

The trajectory is erratic, the rain of arrows is messy, the broken rope is frightened, the galloping horse is out of control, and the carriage slides down. The moment in the field of vision, in the minds of all the people in the Holy See, formed the vicious, deep, and long-planned plan of the attacker in the forest.

"The door is open!"

The three papal knights roared frantically, trying to stop the impending qiē.

However, a white-tailed feather arrow was faster than their voice.

It swooped out of the woods, swept through the void, and snapped into the vest of the papal guard beside the cart, shooting him to the ground.

Immediately, the wheels of the carriage that rushed down from the slope at high speed crushed over the body of the guard, and the whole body rolled into the air. The car body, the broken axles, and the goods in the car city obscured the sky in an instant.

"Boom!" sounded. Two splendid carriages, smashed to pieces.

The five or six people next to the carriage were buried alive by the overwhelming amount of goods that fell before they could even say a word.

A half-man-tall cross of pure gold fell in front of the envoy and the county bishop.

The county bishop's face was no longer bloody.

The envoy, on the other hand, turned his head with a grim face, looked at the dense forest, and pointed with his hand.

"Kill the archers in the woods!"

As he spoke, the envoy, who had never seen him make a move, quickly took a handprint in his hand, and released a battle ring acceleration aura to the bodies of the three papal knights.

"Divine Master!"

The knights of the Holy See perked up and roared and drew their swords and threw themselves into the woods.

Everyone knew that no matter who the people from the forest were, the only chance to survive under his amazing archery skills was to get close to him.

If he were just an archer, then he would be dead!

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