The cold wind blew across the ground, and the dust rolled up fell on Pete's cheeks. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info he woke up from his sleep and had the same dream again, no different from the previous ones. Pete touched his head and recalled his position, and he remembered that he was lying on the street of Vayezegi, no different from other drunks or vagabonds. He slowed down, then scrambled to his feet from the ground.

Pete had barely taken a few steps before he had to cover the wound in his abdomen because of the pain. "I was careless, I didn't expect the honorable regiment commander to hide a dagger. He took the bandage off and wrapped it around a new one, and he felt a lot better. Pete picked up the water bag and took a sip of it, and if anyone else stood beside him, he could smell a very strong smell of wine, much stronger than the inferior liquor mixed with water in the taverns, and he strolled down the street, taking the cloak from a hawker's stall and covering his blood-stained clothes. "You're so bold to do something like that, and you dare to walk down the street with a swagger. "At some point, Pete's life came with a warrior who seemed to be a taciturn man. "Thank you for your concern, I didn't see that you are still warm-hearted. "He spent a few dinars and bought two apples, one for himself and one for the man. "I don't have any survivors left, and I'm not worried that these people will associate a ragged, drunken man with an assassin capable of assassinating the head of the Knights of the Martyrs. Pete gulped down the apple. "It tastes good, the people of Sayzeji know how to grow good apples, and they are always sweet and delicious. ”

The man didn't eat it, he just caught it and held it in his hand. "I don't know what you want to do, and I don't know what you have to do with the Maghylia church, but this is the end of our contract, and I can't continue to work with you in good conscience. With that, he handed over a delicate money bag with Falster's family crest tattooed on it. "My people don't want to accept this money, it's too stained with the blood of too many innocent people. ”

"Hehe, noble mercenary, huh?" Pete's tone was neither mocking nor complimentary. He took the bag full of dinars, without reserve or hesitation. "I believe that God will bless you noble people, and people like me will not be guilty of blessing you. "After the end of the relationship, there was nothing to talk about, Pete walked away, the man didn't say anything, and left silently, what happened last night will be a lingering shadow for him, haunting him for the rest of his life.

Pete used the money to exchange for a brand new set of clothes, leather armor, and some iron plates inlaid in key parts. He took a sword of the finest workmanship in the blacksmith's shop, hung him around his waist, and went out of the city satisfied.

"Good horse, relax, now I am your master. Pete rode cautiously forward, for it was not his horse, nor had he bought it from some horse dealer—Nord's horse was too expensive, but he had come with it.

It took a lot of effort for him to calm the horse, and he breathed a sigh of relief, for if the horse was too strong, he wouldn't have enough time to tame it. "Good boy, let's go!" he galloped off into the distance, which was the direction of the "Cathedral" Hart City.

The wind passed by on either side of him, and Pete rode his horse as if he wanted to vent something. "Hopefully, my lady, forgive me for taking advantage of you, because I'm at a loss. Only that sense of glory, he thought, had not yet slipped away from his heart.

At dusk, Eve and the others were taken out, which put Eve's heart at ease, at least she didn't have to go through such a terrible night again, and she didn't want to try it a second time. They were taken to a room where there was a spring and forced each of them to take a sip. "Now that your minds and bodies have been purified, it is impossible for you to speak against your will, but may Maphilia cleanse you of your sins. One of the monks said that he sprinkled some water on each of their foreheads and ordered the guards to beat them to the judgment ground. "Wait! I ask to see the Pope, as I, Vayezegiar, and as a devout believer!" At that moment, Bluebeard said to the monk that this was his only chance, and that if he was denied, there was no room for redemption. "Of course, honorable Rudayar, this is your authority, please come with me. Things went well, and the monk had no reason to refuse the request, so he led him to the Pope.

Since everyone had to be present for the trial to begin, Eve and the others were taken to a prayer room, which was actually just a comfortable cell. The guards told them to repent of their crimes here, without the slightest illusion of wanting to escape.

Of course, Eve and Francis have no repentance, but this place is indeed silent, Francis whispered a few words, and was severely lectured by the guards, Eve naturally did not want to touch this mold, so he could only reluctantly maintain a confessional posture in every possible way, and then slowly fell asleep.

At the same time, after about three quarters of an hour, Bluebeard was finally led to the Pope. Before he could get permission, Bluebeard hurriedly pushed the door open. "My Excellency, Great Benevolent Pope, I have very important information for you!" In fact, Bluebeard had never met the Pope, he usually lived at the top of the tower, and he had never heard of him appearing in front of anyone. Every year, the celebration is presided over by several bishops, and sometimes there are archbishops, if so, there must be something good that can make the archbishop come forward to open the celebration for the whole of Nord.

But the man in front of him is worthy of being the Pope of the Maghylia Church, the most powerful man in the whole of Nord - an old man who is not angry and arrogant, dressed in the clothes that only the Pope has the power to wear, and the eyes on his chest are lifelike, as if he were alive, watching your every movement, seeing through your heart. He heard Bluebeard's words, but didn't react much. First, he slowly sorted out his clothes, without more movements, he glanced at Bluebeard, touched the jewelry around his neck, and said arrogantly and majestically: "Don't panic, say slowly." ”

Bluebeard nodded respectfully, then gathered his thoughts and told the Pope his guess and Francis's confession. The Pope didn't react at first, but his face changed when he heard what Francis had said.

"You mean, the Ring of the Holy Spirit, and reacting to our Arbitral Knight?" the Pope touched the ornament around his neck, as if it were his habitual action. "Well, this is a serious situation, I didn't expect evil forces to infiltrate the church. He said thoughtfully, and he stood up and walked over to Bluebeard. "Your information is valuable, Rudayar, and the Church will not forget your exploits. The Pope said appreciatively. "It is my pleasure, His Holiness the Pope. This was also his responsibility, but Bluebeard didn't say it, after all, he was a Yar.

"Now, I will immediately gather all the forces and carry out a purge, hoping to completely uncover these evil forces!" But the Pope's next words surprised Bluebeard. "Let me think that the Knights of the Martyrs who have just arrived can come in handy, and the church guards should be enough. It seems that the Pope is not thinking about how to find out the evil forces, but is preparing to gather his men and start a war. "With all due respect, Your Holiness the Pope, we don't need to raise an army, right? Bluebeard cautioned, for fear of annoying the Pope.

"Oh, you reminded me. Please forgive me for my negligence. The Pope patted his head, as if remembering something very important. "Guard, take him down, the trial is about to begin, don't let any evil forces go!" "But, Your Excellency, the most important thing at the moment is ......"

"You won't have to worry about those trivial matters, Rudayar, and I only wish that Mephilia would cleanse you of your sins. Without any room for negotiation, Bluebeard was dragged down.

Bluebeard had come in too hastily to take a closer look around, and if he had looked a little more, he would have been shocked to find that behind the throne of power, there was a huge bed blocked by a veil, on which three women were sleeping. "Hmph, useless Hakan, he actually exposed us, so we can only advance the plan. The Pope swept away his previous majestic expression, revealing his unrequited and gloomy expression. "It's some useless waste, and without me, no beans can be done. He sat back on the bed, scolding, and woke up the women, who all consciously came up, and the Pope closed the veil, and no longer thought about these troubles, and threw himself into the sea of tenderness.

"Hey, hey, ma'am, if you can hear me, don't respond. Eve, who had slept beautifully, was woken up by a strange sound, as if it came directly from her head, unable to distinguish the direction, but clear and abnormal. "Who?" Eve almost screamed, but instantly remembered her situation and swallowed the word into her stomach.

"Listen, I'm talking to you in a special way, I have an idea. Eve stole a glance at Francis beside her, and saw that he was fiddling with the ring in his hand, as if he was talking to herself with that thing. "I think that Jarl is going to fail, and since they have infiltrated the church, they won't let him succeed easily. We save ourselves. Eve wanted to remind him to get to the point, but she couldn't.

"We're going to have to get rid of these two guards, and then by the time it's the celebration, there's a huge influx of outsiders into Hart, and there's going to be chaos outside, and as long as we can get out, they won't be able to catch us. Francis suggested that he would prefer to make a bet rather than sit back and wait.

"After a while, I deliberately made a noise to attract their attention, and you took the opportunity to draw their swords and use them against them. He stole a glance at Eve, who thought for a moment before nodding in agreement, for she didn't want to sit still.

"Good, get ready. Francis took a deep breath, he had reason enough to believe that they would be sent directly to Maphilia after the defeat, and his whole body trembled with nervousness. He calmed his mood several times, and finally bit his lip, ready to shout.

"Well, take them to the square, where the trial will take place, and when the time comes, the Pope himself will come and preside over the trial. As soon as Francis turned around, he saw a whole group of guards holding down Bluebeard, who had been beaten unconscious, as he tried to resist. Francis immediately dismissed the idea of resisting, and was obediently escorted away by the guards.