Chapter 422: Ghosts and Gods Under God
It was impossible to say that the brief battle between the two would not have attracted anyone's attention, and Evie and Golantis, who had been preparing to act, temporarily stopped their operations, otherwise they might have already captured the Faroe Bay people. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć Info Not only was Dominic and Maffeo fighting on the rooftops, but they were also aware that other guys were coming.
"Do you feel it, Evie?" asked Golantis in a whisper.
Evie nodded, "Two people are approaching this way, they're coming from the other side. Dominic was visibly distracted, and he didn't seal the alley on the other side with a sacred barrier. ā
"Maybe I'm in trouble, I feel the ghostly aura from the roof, which is not a good sign. Golantis looked at the roof with a solemn expression, and she must admit that she immediately thought of Marcos, who often came to the cathedral to pray.
Blackburn was feeling bad right now, in fact, he had a feeling of being targeted from just now, and that made his cold hairs stand on end. If he had known that, he should not have promised Warhammer to carry out this crazy plan. When the information about the Farowan people came out of a little bastard from the backstreets, it was as if Warhammer was obsessed. In order to prove to Maffeo that the Imtenders still existed and to find out where the black-robed men were strong, he made the decision to capture the Farowan people.
"Hell, Warhammer, do you feel a ...... What does it feel like to be targeted?" Blackburn asked in a whisper, looking around cautiously.
Warhammer was as unfazed as ever, "That's not a feeling, little Eugene. Because we're being watched by some guy right now, are you scared?"
"Damn, so why are we still here?" said Blackburn anxiously. "We can't be sure if the guy staring at us is friend or foe. ā
"I'm not going to bother with that, I just know I have to catch that Farowan man. "Don't overdo it with Warhammer. "You know a story? about the rabbit hole. ā
Blackburn obviously didn't expect Warhammer to be in the mood to tell a story in this situation, "Don't make a fuss, Warhammer, I don't know what the hell rabbit hole is." ā
"That's a ......" Warhammer stopped abruptly, and Blake thought he had noticed something, but in reality he just didn't want to continue the story, even though he had only scratched the surface so far. "Forget it, let's concentrate a bit. ā
"That's by far the happiest quote for me. Blackburn breathed a sigh of relief that as long as Warhammer remained sane, the scene would not get out of hand. Of course, he did not rule out the possibility that this guy would open fire on everything. Because the grenade launcher had been lying quietly beside the warhammer, Blackburn couldn't have imagined that he would need it to catch someone.
Evie finally withdrew her gaze from the gap between the two barrels, "The two guys who received the commissions issued by the Order. ā
"I was surprised that I thought they would give up after a long investigation without a clue. But now it seems that they have even found the Farowan people as much as we did, and it seems that I underestimated them. "This is obviously not very good news, as their presence means that there is a good chance of alarming the people of Farowan who are making alchemy potions in the house, but Golantis is happy about their appearance.
Evie had a hint of doubt about Golantis' attitude, and although she didn't react as violently as Dominic, she never had any hope that the two would be able to investigate something. "Are we sure we want to keep them going?"
"I'm a little bit interested, and I thought we might be able to help them. Golantis laughed.
"I see, Mistress Golantis. Evie nodded.
Maffeo was still on the rooftop, and the only difference from the murderous atmosphere was that neither of them attacked again, but they did not put away their weapons, as if they had reached an agreement in silence. Maffeo kept his erratic pace to prevent the guy on the other side from suddenly attacking. Dominic, on the other hand, watched as Maffeo kept making antics in his eyes, maintaining a steady pace.
Maffeo didn't pay much attention to the guy's chilling attack just now, he just wanted to figure out what the hell this guy was doing here. Unfortunately, the other party was the same as he thought, so neither side was the first to speak.
The greatsword in his hand seemed to freeze and could not be wielded, and Maffeo couldn't think of any worse situation, and it was hard to imagine how difficult it would be to prepare to talk to a guy who had just attacked you. But he decided to let go of the unpleasant experience and spoke. "I think everybody here has their own reasons. ā
"Agreed. Dominic sneered. "But there are good reasons and dirty reasons, aren't they?"
"And what do you think?" said Maffeo with a wave of his hand. "About this ghost swordsman standing in front of you. ā
"I might jump to your conclusions, but that doesn't mean you'll admit it, right?"
"Maybe we can put aside our prejudices and have a good talk. Maffeo took the initiative to put away his broadsword, though Dominic did not react to it. "You're a priest, and I'm a ghost swordsman. The two extremes, if it goes on like this, I think the fight will never stop. ā
"Are you repentant?" asked Dominic.
Maffeo shook his head, "I didn't do anything unreasonable, so why should I repent?"
"You can't prove that you didn't do those things. Dominic said disdainfully. "Actually, now that Huttonmar is rumored to have killed Count Damian's daughter, it was the Ghost Swordsman, what do you think about this?"
"All I can say is that I didn't do it. Maffeo pouted helplessly. "People are more inclined to the popular narrative, even if that statement is false. I can't convince most people to believe me, so I can only choose to remain silent. ā
In order not to make the atmosphere seem more tense, and remembering what Evie and Golantis had repeatedly told him, Dominic put the cross away. "It sounds reasonable, but conversely, I can't really believe that you didn't do it because of what you say. ā
"It's your right, the right to doubt. Maffeo spread his hands.
"So, let's get back on track, what are you doing here?" asked Dominic.
"My friend Warhammer has been commissioned by your Order to investigate the bloodthirsty guys. To be honest, I wasn't involved in this commission. But as Warhammer follows the path of his investigation, he needs help. Maffeo set his eyes on the dark alley beneath his feet. "The Farowan people are the ones he's found so far that are most likely related to those black-robed people. You know what? He wanted to prove one thing to me, and that was that the black-robed man who showed up at the trading location was the impostor. ā
No matter what tone Maffeo used to say this, it didn't matter to Dominic at this time, he only had surprise now. "You've found where they're trading, and you're trying to prove that the buyers are pretenders?"
"I was surprised, too, but for Warhammer, it seemed like something that was no longer normal. Maffeo smiled.
"Who are you?" Dominic asked the question that stunned Maffeo, the hostility in his eyes gone, but replaced by a vigilance that never seemed to fade.