The commander of the Demonic Cavalry, Mittkad Pasakaria, left Karbdisdav's abode at dawn with a tired pace. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info The Zephyrine in his hand was like a child in his mother's arms, sleeping silently.

The blue moon was about to set in the east, and the cool wind that blew in his face made Mittcard shrink his neck, and he hurriedly wrapped his torn scarlet cloak a little tighter, and walked towards his dwelling with his head bowed.

The soldiers on duty on the road saluted him one after another. The Demonized Cavalry Commander, who was known for his observance, was obviously a little distracted at the moment, and instead of saluting the soldiers as usual, he hurried over.

He walked about half an hour along the corridors of the fort and returned to his little building, where the soldiers of the guard saw that he had opened the door and bowed down for him to enter.

The commander of the demonized cavalry went upstairs, and as soon as he pushed open the door, he casually threw away his big man, and threw the Zephyrine in his hand into the corner. He stumbled and collapsed on the couch, closed his eyes and let out a long breath.

There was no sound, but a chill was felt on his face, like a trace that a breeze must have left behind.

"Andimio, you've missed a good show. Mittcard muttered, still with his eyes closed.

The dark room was filled with nothing but the sound of fine grains of sand dripping from the hourglass. The commander of the Holy Demon Cavalry didn't hear anyone reply for a long time, and he almost suspected that he had a delusion, so he opened his eyes.

Yes, his knight stood in front of him from Andymio, and the balcony door looked like no one had ever entered or exited.

"Phew, I sincerely confess to His Majesty the Pope that I am really tired today. The commander of the demonized cavalry grumbled at him, and he straightened his legs and motioned for Andymio to hammer him. The red-haired knight expertly rested Mittcard's legs on his small knees and expertly hammered them up.

"When did you come back?" asked the Demonized Cavalry Commander.

"Just now. ”

"Mission accomplished?" Mittcard looked for something near him with his eyes.

"Nope. ”

"Then why are you coming back?" the commander of the demonized cavalry kicked him, and the little servant fell to the ground with a kick.

"His Majesty the Pope has asked me to protect you. He replied briefly, neither angry nor agitated in his voice, and the cold look sent chills through his heart. You know, even a stone statue will have the emotions that the sculptor has bestowed on him. And at this time, this child has everything, even the coldness is mechanical, as if he is not under the control of his master and has no soul.

"My will now is the will of His Majesty the Pope!I am His Majesty's spokesman at dawn!Why do you disobey my orders?" the Demonized Cavalry Commander kicked the servant in the chest again, and this kick sent Antimio's thin body flying, but he didn't make a sound when he hit the wall, but stayed on the wall for a moment, and then slowly slid down against the wall.

"His Majesty the Pope has asked me to protect you. He repeated.

The commander of the demonized cavalry shrugged his shoulders, spread his hands, and said, "You see it now? I'm here fine, nothing happens!"

"I've heard that there are demons among the troublemakers tonight. "Besides, they have something to do with your orders." ”

"What's wrong with the demons? Who can hurt me?"

"You are dangerous in front of the Grand General Marshal, who can hack you to death at any time. ”

"What? you were there then?" the Demonized Cavalry Commander jumped to his feet, walked up to Andymio, slapped him in the mouth, and punched him in the head. Even so, his subordinates did not dodge like the saints mentioned in the "Book of Morality", and were beaten to the left cheek and then replaced with the right cheek.

"Hmph, dereliction of duty! You, how dare you disobey the orders of the regimental commander!" Mittcard looked a little hysterical, and with a swipe he drew his rapier, and with a flick of his wrist stabbed into Antimio's right shoulder. The Demon Cavalry Leader's swordsmanship was excellent, and he knew very well that his sword would inflict the greatest pain on the opponent's flesh in the smallest possible way.

Andimio remained silent, as if the shoulder didn't look like his own. Although Mittcard knew how his stone-like personality came about, the cold attitude of the other party at the moment still aroused his anger. He swung his rapier in his right hand and slapped Andymio in the slap with his left hand.

"Do you know who's asking you? Do you know who's asking you?!!" he shouted, and then flew out and kicked his sword to the other side, his sword probably going to be hard to pull out without his feet.

Andymio's body slammed into the wall on the other side, this time still silent, except that he left a trail of blood on the wall as he slid down.

The boy's stoic display drew even more anger from the commander of the demonized cavalry, and this time he walked up to him with his bloody sword, but he used all his fists and feet, and of course his mouth was not idle.

A quarter of an hour later, the commander of the demonized cavalry collapsed on the couch like a bag of potatoes as he gasped, his servant covered in blood and collapsed in the shadows and darkness of the corner.

"Ten days...... In ten days, I will see the head of the head of the Angel Believers!" he yelled at the pile of what looked like people in the corner.

The paralyzed thing in the darkness moved, and said in the same tone as before: "His Majesty the Pope has asked me to prioritize your ......"

"Shut up!Five days!I'll only give you five days!!"

"Yes, my lord!" said Andimio calmly, as if someone had pushed the door to the balcony, and his figure vanished.

Mittcard collapsed in the heaviest pre-dawn darkness, his chest heaving rapidly. When the reason in his heart triumphed over the emotion, the scene of Shicai's own madness came to his mind.

"What was I doing?" he said to himself, calmly, and then with a look of remorse on his face, he drew his right hand on his chest, and said in a trembling voice, "O gracious Father, your faithful servant has just been dominated by jealousy and madness...... He's ...... the right person."

Before the commander of the demonized cavalry finished speaking, he knelt on the ground with a thud. As all believers do in their confessions, he recited the words of his prayer in a reverent tone: "Oh, the Most High Pope, search my heart, which has fallen into the depths of Inishil and have mercy on you! Now examine and let my heart tell you: what is it pursuing? It just wanted me to be a gratuitous evil one, to pursue the evil itself when I could not find it! It is filthy and filthy, but I love it! I love perdition, I love my own fault, and I do not love the cause of my fault, but I love my fault itself!

After confessing his guilt, the commander of the demonized cavalry collapsed on the ground in sweat, like a confessed prisoner waiting for the butcher's knife on his head to fall. In the distance, castrated roosters are already crowing indecently.

"It's almost dawn!" he said to himself, "I should hurry up and get some sleep, I still have a lot to do when I wake up!"

As he spoke, the commander of the demonized cavalry threw away his golden armor three times and twice, and fell to the bed and snored—he was always able to sleep soundly every time he prayed reverently. According to St. Lanchester, the sinner's soul has been redeemed in prayer.

The battered Castle of Dawn ushered in a new day, and the soldiers guarding it were more carefully inspecting every minecart entering and leaving the Castle, and even the soldiers patrolling the city were much more numerous.

Karbudistav rubbed his bloodshot eyes and walked into Musan's office with a stack of papers. What is strange is that His Excellency the General actually got up early in the morning and was already sitting at his desk to review the documents, and the document in his hand looked like a report from the mine, and His Excellency the General had just talked to him a few days ago about his intention to go out to inspect the mine.

"Your Excellency, you're really early today!" said Calbudistav with his hands on his lips and yawning, so as not to be seen by Musan Zhuo.

"Hmm!" Mu Sang Zhuo replied in a low voice, his eyes still browsing the documents, and he didn't even have time to look at the lieutenant general.

The white-haired elf was a little puzzled, usually His Excellency the General should still be in bed at this time.

"My lord, what's wrong with you?" instinctively told him that something had happened to Mu Sang Zhuo's side.

Mu Sangzhuo stopped flipping through the papers, he raised his head, and Karbdisdav saw his sunken eye sockets, obviously His Excellency the General had not slept well last night.

As soon as the general was about to speak, a mage who smelled of sulfur and mercury broke into the doorway, his black robe was covered with burn marks, and his clothes had holes in several places.

"Sister!" he cried out, and Mu Sang Zhuo turned his head away.

"I didn't do it...... This thing...... I'm sorry,......" said the general, "I really...... Sorry ......"

General Karbudisdav looked at them with some surprise, but after a moment of thought, he understood what was wrong.

"That girl is pregnant? Are you going to throw her away again? Who else did it if you didn't do it?" Mu Sang Zhuo tilted his head back, and it was easy to calm down the twitching muscles on his face, and at this moment, there was a slight look of remorse in his silver eyes, and he said hoarsely in a voice that only a lieutenant general could hear: "This time I was dumped......"

General Karbudisdav was stunned, and before he could react, the general stood up, and he stepped forward to help the grief-stricken young man, who knew that Koloa had also grieved when his father was executed for treason.

"She was in there, and I changed her into a beautiful outfit. The general said, "Her killer broke his neck with a hand, and his hand was surprisingly strong." ”

"Who killed her?" Koloya cried out bitterly, for in the space of ten days he had suffered the desolation of the gradual death of his relatives, and he was the only one left in the Noda family.

"I'm really sorry......" Mu Sang Zhuo patted him on the back and said gently. General Karbudisdav saw that the Great General showed a tenderness that he had never seen before, and the corners of his mouth curved at an angle, but as soon as he thought that he should not be happy at this time, the corners of his mouth immediately flattened again.

"Your Excellency, Cardinal Avilad outside the city gates asks to see you!" a herald saluted at the door.

"I don't have time to see him, tell him to get out!" Mu Sang Zhuo frowned.

"Musan .... The general ...... "There was a call from someone in the distance, and Rafal's face changed when he heard it, and as expected, the one who ran through the door panting was Mittkard Passacaria, the commander of the demonized cavalry.

"I've heard that the Great General has lost his wife, and it's really pitiful! Let me, Mittcard, play a song for you to relieve your sorrows!" the commander of the demonized cavalry raised the Zephyr Ni in his hand, and made a gesture to play and sing again. Mu Sang Zhuo hurriedly flew out with a kick, hitting Mittkad's chest, and his golden armor made a crisp sound, and flew out of the gate with his master, and fell into the pool in the courtyard.

"Don't bother me!" Mu Sang Zhuo raised his fist at him and slammed the door shut.

Fortunately, the pond is not deep, otherwise the knight in armor would not have been able to climb up. The soldiers standing guard saw the expression of loss on the wet face of the commander of the demonized cavalry, and they also felt that His Excellency the General was a little too rude.

Mittcard waved his hand to refuse the soldier's help, and slowly climbed ashore, Zephyr had already broken three strings, and the remaining one was also covered with dead leaves of aquatic weeds. The commander of the demonized cavalry sighed like a melancholy poet and walked away with the broken Zephyne.

As he walked near the gates, he heard the sound of Avilad arguing with the soldiers. When he looked out, the cardinal archbishop's face was flushed with anger, and a soldier who looked like a captain was explaining to him why the general was missing him.

"Holy Blessing of the Pope!, Lord Mittcard!" Avirad saw the commander of the demonized cavalry, who was reaching out and tugging at the barrel of the soldier's gun, how could he be stronger than the soldiers, so he could only stretch his head and neck and shout.

"Ah, Holy Blessing of the Pope, Cardinal Avilad. The Demonized Cavalry Commander paced over, "The general has something to do now, I want to talk to you about it." ”

"Your Excellency, Your Excellency the General is really too much...... "Avilad was just about to complain, but was blocked by a smile from the commander of the demonized cavalry: "Archbishop, do I have the honor to go to your church for a long talk with you?"

"Ahh In the Church of Redemption, although his position is higher than that of the head of the demonic cavalry, Mittcard, who is the Pope's close guard and the Pope's envoy, is obviously different.

"Prepare the car!" he turned and instructed one of the servants, "Go back to the church and prepare the church welcome service!"

"Uh...... No, this is an unusual visit...... "Mittcard said, pointing to the aquatic plants sticking to his head, "I hope I don't disgrace the bishop's carriage." ”

"Holy Blessing of the Pope, where are you saying this! The Holy Book says: 'Our hearts are pure and far more filthy than the dirt of the world.' 'As a cardinal archbishop, how can I see the truth, please, please, please......"

Avilad bowed down respectfully, and Mittcard threw away the Zephyr Ni in his hand, and pulled several more water weeds, and then got into the car.

With the flip of the coachman's reins, the two-horse-drawn cart made the sound of hooves, slates, and hoop wheels resonating, and Mittcard was also a little drowsy by the shaking carriage - he hadn't slept for long. Truth be told, the Bishop's carriage was very uncomfortable, in keeping with his reputation for being poor.

"Your Majesty, there are still many dangerous people in Dawn City, and I think that the safety precautions for your travel are too poor, and there is only a small team of soldiers to protect you. The warrior's instinct made Mittcard aware of this, and he spoke bluntly.

"Holy blessing of the Pope!" said the archbishop, reverently drawing a cross on his chest, "I know very well what you are saying, Lord Mittcard, but what is the personal danger compared to the great cause of spreading the glory of the Pope? I divided half of my squadron to guard Mr. Clément's Sunday school, the other half to guard the newly built nursery and nursing home, and the rest to guard Heavenly Father's church. You see, if the place where the Gospel of the Father is preached is defiled by those stubborn heathens, it is a sin that cannot be atoned for! The last time Brother Elolin was killed, half of the soldiers who defended him were killed in their duties. You see, didn't I come today to ask General Musang to strengthen the guard of the church personnel? But you see, this damned wolf won't even let me in! If I am martyred for this, he will be responsible! But I personally think that it would only be a grace and an honor to let me die for the Pope in this way. ”

Mittcard looked at the archbishop's solemn appearance and smiled slightly. He didn't know where he found a white rose, and he played with it in his hand as he listened to the archbishop's complaints.

While he was talking, the church arrived, the archbishop bowed and asked the knight to get out of the car, and the priests who had been notified had already lined up at the door of the church and bowed down to welcome Mittcard's arrival.

The commander of the demonic cavalry gave them a brief salute, prayed in front of the statue of the Father in the company of the archbishop, listened patiently to the archbishop's wordy introduction, and was clearly proud of his ingenuity when it came to the renovation of the church.

Finally they came to the small prayer room where the archbishop meditated, and Avilad again talked about the Holy Scriptures, on which the Doctor of Theology never tires.

"Yes, yes, you're right. There is no doubt about your due diligence in spreading the glory of the papacy. Mittcard smiled and agreed, "It's just that I personally think that His Majesty the Archbishop is unskilled in many places. ”

"Huh?" Avirad was stunned for a moment, and said sincerely, "Please Lord Mittcard for me to guide me!"

"Archbishop, you have been too harsh on the lost lambs who refuse to convert, so that the mercy and kindness of the Pope cannot be well conveyed to them. You see, the Cult of the Dark Moon also believes in Odescal, the Lord of Order, acknowledges the Pope's existence, and equally hates Kaos, the Chaos Lord, and their mistake lies not in their reverence, but in their misconception of the subordination of the gods of the Celestial Realm. ”

"That's unforgivable blasphemy!" exclaimed Avilad, drawing a cross on his chest with his right hand. Mittcard smiled and shook his right hand in a gesture of comfort to calm the archbishop's mood.

"Don't worry, listen to me first. You see, I saw the statue of Our Lady with a broken neck at the door here, and this is a blasphemy, my archbishop! Our Lady is one of the gods of the heavenly realm, the spouse of the Father, and the only mistake of the pagans is to make her into twelve wings and line her up above the Father. All you need to do to correct this mistake is to cut off the five pairs of wings of the statue and legitimately deprive the pagans of the presiding deity imposed on the head of the Virgin. ”

Avirad fell into deep thought, and Mittcard continued: "Although it is said in the Holy Book: 'The Father says: 'The people do not listen to me, and therefore they lose my favor. There is also the admonition that repentance is a kind of salvation. For those lost lambs, we need more patience, more care, not more killing. ”

"Oh, Holy Blessing the Pope!," exclaimed the cardinal, "you mean that everything I have done for the Lord in the past has been wrong?"

"No, no, no!" said the Demonized Cavalry Commander with a smile, "I'm suggesting you improve your method. It's great to have a Sunday school, nursery and nursing home in Rochester. Theologically, we should devote our energies to refuting the fallacies of Frio Crestien, and we must correct the bad influence of Pa Marius, Josephine, and others on the empire for more than a thousand years......"

"Oh, the omnipotent Pope must love! Pa Marius was a demon who had fallen by the power of sin!"

"Yes, don't you think this is an opportunity for us? We need to recognize this as we preach the teachings of our Heavenly Father, and we need to adopt some techniques to find some commonalities between the Church of Redemption and the Church of the Dark Moon, so that the sacred doctrine can be more easily promoted in Dawn. ”

Avirad's face became ugly, and Mittcard continued to talk as if he hadn't seen it:

"Odysscal, the Lord of Order, is our bridge of communication with the infidels, and we respect him equally, as we consider ourselves Odysskal's dependents, and we equally hate the demons favored by the Chaos Lord Kaos. When we save the souls of these lost lambs, we should say to them: 'You are wrong!, but it is not your fault, but it is the fault of Frio, the fault of Pa Marius, the fault of Josephine, you are pathetic, godly, fooled. We are trying to save you, not to punish you, and behold, the real villains are those who distort the doctrine and paint the Blessed Lady with twelve wings and place them above the Father, and your sins do not come from your faults, but from the faults of others! Let Frio and his human goodness die! Do you think that what the fallen mage of Pa Marius is saying is the truth? Therefore, let us abandon them and let the orthodoxy return to our pious people......

"Oh, my Pope, Your Majesty!" Avilad interrupted the Commander of the Demonic Cavalry in a solemn tone, "Lord Mittcard! If you say such a thing in public, I will personally send you to the Wall of Atonement! Holy blessing of the Pope! What a terrible thing! You are the commander of a great demonized cavalry, the most faithful attendant of His Majesty the Pope! You want to achieve your missionary purpose by amending the Holy Codex! I confess that your motives may be reverent, but what you do is evil! It is a deception! You have taken an evil path in the dissemination of the doctrine of absolute truth! You no longer educate them with the majesty and love of the Father, but with Kaos-like lies to abduct them......!

"No, I am. Mittcard chimed in, "Before coming to Auroville, I had just passed my dissertation defense for my Doctor of Theology. ”

"Did you reply with something similar to what you just said?"

Mittcard nodded slowly.

"Oh! what a disaster!" cried Avilard, "didn't His Majesty veto you? If I had been in the Holy See at the time, not only would you not have passed the dissertation defense, but you would have been on the wall of atonement!"

"Don't be impatient, Honorable Archbishop!" said the commander of the Demonized Cavalry, "our missionary task is very ...... It was arduous, and we were faced with a country that was larger and had a longer history than the Divine Heavenly Saint Empire. Their erroneous notions are deeply ingrained and difficult to reverse in their eagerness. Therefore, we must pay attention to the art of strategy. If you are too harsh, it will only provoke a stronger revolt from the populace. ”

"Holy Blessing Pope, you are criticizing me! You heretic dare to accuse me, a cardinal archbishop who adheres to the teachings of the Father!"

You see, the people of Dawn City are more afraid of the Pope than they are reverent, and the people need an outlet for their feelings, and we can find a breakthrough in the commonalities between the Church of Redemption and the Church of the Dark Moon, and find an object of hatred for them. ”

"You mean ......"

"Demons. The white rose in Mittcard's hand spun gracefully in circles.

"Demons?" Avirad repeated.

"Yes, all bad, evil, and sinful things come from the demons. As you know, there is an underground resistance group in Dawn City called the Angel Believers, as well as an organization called the God of War Alliance. We might as well use the alliance of one side to sweep away the other, and put all the faults and sins on the head of the defeated 'demons......"

"O pope......" said the cardinal, kneeling reverently on the ground, and said in a prayerful voice, "forgive this man who was once your servant! Please use your supreme power to purify this heart tainted by the chaos of Kaos! What is he thinking now? He is trying to proclaim your majesty and mercy by intrigue and in the way you have cursed! I confess that his intentions are good, but his path is wrong—he is no longer inspired by his own self-discipline and piety, but by lies and tricks...... ”

Avilad's voice suddenly muted as he said this, and he looked at the thin sword that passed through his chest in disbelief.

"You ......" he foamed at the mouth of the blood, and just as he was about to scream, he was covered by the scarlet cloak.

"Time will prove you wrong. The Commander of the Demonized Cavalry said calmly, "Originally, I wanted to be lazy and entrust this great duty to you, but now it seems that I have to do it myself." By the way, I will apply to His Majesty the Pope for the canonization of a saint for you. ”

“...... Blasphemy ......" Avilad struggled to spit out, before he died.

Mittcard drew his rapier and folded it in two with his hand. He hesitated for a moment as he held the broken sword, then muttered, "I won't do it without making a hole in my immaculate body." ”

As he spoke, he stabbed himself with a sword, then kicked open the window with a sharp kick, and cried out miserably:

"Guards!Guards!!Assassins!!Demons stabbed the Archbishop!"