Eleanor sat in the carriage and uneasily lifted the curtains to look out. The sound of killing in the city shook the sky, and the avenue outside the south gate was crowded with fleeing citizens of Frost City and nobles from the west. Sir Roland rode with the carriage and watched anxiously at the growing crowd. Behind the duke's carriage was a merchant's carriage, a simple carriage covered with cloth, on which lay several dirty children. The vendors in the carriage kept whipping the scrawny horses, scolding and swearing, and it was obvious that he was eager to flee.

The horse fell to the side of the road, and the splattered mud was scattered onto the wheels of the duke's carriage. Sir Roland, distraught, rushed to the merchant with a whip and scolded, "Death, bastard!

The merchant jumped out of the carriage, stared at Sir Roland stubbornly, and said, "You lords are also only trying to run for your lives, do you want to bully us subordinates when you run for your lives?" The children in the carriage were first frightened by the jolting of the carriage, and then by the quarrel between the two.

Sir Roland was about to draw his sword, but Eleanor put her head out of the carriage and said to Sir Roland, "Sir Roland, let him go." ”

"Yes, miss. Sir Roland put away his sword.

The vendor stared at Eleanor with annoyance and gratitude, and suddenly said, "You're Miss Eleanor from Wickwood, aren't you?"

"Shut up, don't call Miss by her name. ”

"Yes, how did you know me?" said Eleanor in amazement.

"Every year at the Wickling Summer Market, you'll show up. I'm also a Wickwood ......"

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!" a shout interrupted the conversation. Several horsemen whipped passers-by with their horsewhips, squeezing a way through the crowd. Sir Roland could see it clearly. He said to Eleanor, "Mademoiselle, that's the rider of the Papal Guard. ”

"Why are they here, protecting passers-by?" asked Eleanor curiously.

"No, they're afraid they're deserters. Sir Roland said helplessly. Several riders pass by a massive carriage. He glanced at Sir Roland and Eleanor a few times, and then turned to leave. Roland looked at the smoke behind the riders, sighed and shook his head.

"Wickwood, if you don't mind, let the children get into the Duke's carriage. Eleanor said to the Wickwood vendor.

"This ......," the vendor turned to look at the snotty child, and then at the iron-faced Sir Roland.

"Go up, don't you hear?" said Sir Roland coldly.

The vendor carried his child into the wagon. Eleanor wears a velvet robe. Not too dirty, she carried three children, from three to seven years old, into the carriage. The merchant took the driver's seat and shook hands with the duke's coachman in a friendly manner. Sir Roland listened to the disgruntled curses from the people in the back of the carriage. He ordered the coachman to hurry away.

The Order's foot soldiers frantically rummaged through the Basilica of St. Canaan in search of treasure. Chalice set with rubies, silver plate, pearl necklace, silk. Gold Coins from Polyis...... The soldiers desperately stuffed treasures into all the crevices of their bodies. The silk banner of the Papal States was ripped off. Because there were tassels made of gold on them. The bishops sat on the golden cup of the Eucharistic rite, which was now grasped by Clamard. He tilted his head and drank the fine red wine he found in the cellar. Red wine, golden mead, broken barrels, these precious liquids flowed all over the floor.

Deman never entered the interior of the cathedral, which was the right of the nobles and bishops. He had heard of the extravagance of the bishops when he was in East Virginia, and what he saw at the moment shocked him even more. However, he took a dozen Nord knights with him. Walk through the halls full of reveling soldiers and climb the stone staircase that leads to Castel Sant'Angelo.

On either side of the stone staircase lie the bodies of the Papal Guard. Some were slashed beyond recognition by swords. Some were shot in the back when they fled. The blood had solidified at the moment, and the stone staircase reflected an eerie red color in the light of the morning sun. The striker had previously reported that there was no sign of the Pope or others in Castel Sant'Angelo, not even a single sword left. Deman was uneasy, even though he had taken Frost City, the exiled Pope had more energy.

"Report to the deputy head of the regiment, still no finding. "At the gate of Castel Sant'Angelo, the soldier said to Deman.

Deman puts the blood-stained sword into its scabbard. The gates of Castel Sant'Angelo were open and empty, and the sunlight from outside could not shine in at all, so only torches could be used in the dark and narrow aisles. The soldier led Deman and the others down into the stinking dungeon where mosquitoes and flies froze.

In the first cell, there was the flag bearer of the Papal Guard. At this moment, his whole body was searched clean, and he was locked up in prison wearing only underwear. Before he was captured, he was violently beaten by the soldiers of the Order, and now his face is bloodied, his eyes are swollen, and he has several scars on his body. Deman walked in slowly, holding the bars of his cell in one hand.

"Where is the Pope, say, lest he be punished. ”

"Phew!" Henry's flag bearer spewed bloody phlegm viciously. Deman slowly stepped back and said to the soldiers, "Take him to the square, and the other prisoners with him." ”

The cold wind suddenly rose, and the snow was trampled by everyone. Henry's flag bearer and the survivors of the Papal Guard were taken to the square in front of St. Canaan's Cathedral with their hands tied. The soldiers in the corridor of the church gathered around, and Henry, who was tied up, saw that the soldiers of the Order were carrying all kinds of gold and silver, and was about to shout in anger, but Deman kicked him and told him to stop.

A platform was temporarily erected in the square from discarded wooden planks. Moriskey stood on it with a gloomy face, saw Deman coming with the captive, and motioned for him to bring it with him. Deman was not accustomed to Moritsky's arrogance, but let the soldiers push Henry the first one up.

"Lackeys of the False Pope, your flag bearers!" shouted Moriskey, holding Henry's hair, to the captives. Henry cried out in pain, and the onlookers burst into laughter.

"Ahhh

"Where the hell has the False Pope gone?" said Moritsky, yelling at Henry. Deman looked around, the shouting Knights' infantry, in stark contrast to the Papal Guard captives trembling in fear.

Henry gritted his teeth and refused to speak. Moriskey jerked out the dagger from his belt and slashed a wound on the ragged Henry's chest. Blood dripped onto the planks and leaked into the snow in the square. Henry screamed and fell to his knees.

"Well, that's the kind of guy you say. Beside Deman, Clamard said to himself.

"Huh?" said Moriskey, who began his performance. He grabbed Henry's head by the hair and said, "Where did they go?"

Henry gritted his teeth, blood dripping from his mouth. Morissky raised his head and said to the captives under the wooden platform: "Who of you knows where the puppet pope has gone?"

The captives were afraid of the flag bearer and did not dare to reply. Henry struggled to his feet and said to them, "You ...... Who is going to say ...... It's Virginia's enemy......"

With a snap, Moriskey slapped Henry. Henry lay on the ground, struggling to move forward. Morrsky drew his sword, grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands, and stabbed Henry in the back with the next sword. Henry screamed, needless to carry out the dying struggle. The captives under the wooden platform panicked and moved backwards, only to be pushed back by the Raglan with axes. Deman sighed and shouted to Moritsky, "Okay, the captives will tell." ”

Moritsky drew his sword from the body of the flag bearer, wiped it on his sleeve, smiled gloomily, and said to the captives in the audience: "Which of you wants to be the next one?"

"Next!!" cried out the Order's infantry in frenzy. Deman said to the captives: "Tell the Pope where he is, and don't go against his own fate." ”

"Next!" Moriskey casually pointed at a captive. One by one, the Raglan carried the captives up to the wooden platform. The captives struggled to their feet, fell to their knees, and shouted, "I say!"

"That's right. Moriskey pointed his sword at the captive.

"There is a secret passage in Castel Sant'Angelo, and they have gone through it!"

"Where's the entrance to the secret passage?" called Deman.

"I don't know. The blueprints of the secret passage were only available to the Flag Bearer and the Pope, who gave the drawings to the Duke of Wickwood...... Ahhh

"Damn!" Morissky slashed the captive with a sword. Blood gushed from the captive's throat and lay to the ground.

"Kramard, you take a team of people to search the secret passages! Moritsky, I will take a team of cavalry out of the city to search! They will take the secret passages, and they will not be very soon. Deman said. (To be continued......)