Odin led a horse carrying goods and returned to the city of Paliva, where he disguised himself as an apprentice of a merchant in the deep valley and bribed him with ten silver coins to obtain a road permit for the city-state. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

He had heard that the Lord of the Deep Valley had gone to the City of Ice Souls, which had once been a long line of defense across the western borders of the Empire, and that the three cities had blocked Nanfeng in the south and Beicong in the north, and that the three city lords had formed the strongest alliance with the previous monarchs.

Although Odin was not aware of the Empire's complex power game, how the monarch had been murdered, and how Hesar Larsen had been framed, it was clear that the Timberwolves entrenched in Deep Valley no longer wanted to sit idly by and were ready to do something with their old allies.

Anyway, it's good news.

As the day of worship approached, Odin felt the city on guard as soon as he entered Paliva.

The market is still bustling, with slaves, silk, animal bones, spices, ...... Exotic goods fill the streets. However, every shop was guarded by Templars, and visitors to and from the Freedmen had to be checked.

Some unidentified people were silently dragged into the Inquisition - apparently the Sanctuary could not afford to give up the annual tax dividends on the Day of Sacrifice, but it was equally intolerant of traitors and spies lurking in the city.

The monk sprinkled powdered silver, bone meal, and hedron powder into the streets, and re-plated the circle of the Poppy Theater with Ugin and Mithril to prevent the invasion of unknown forces.

Odin stood on the side of the road when a Templar approached him, who had not revealed his appearance when he lit a fire in the center of the city, so that he had now won the knight's favor with his good looks and pious looks.

"Your Excellency, I am an apprentice who has come to deliver goods from Deep Valley City. May the god Osiris bless us with a smooth transaction. He humbly showed the Templars his proof of passage.

"According to the Templar order, I must inspect your cargo. The knight looked at the stamps on the roadpapers, and then with his sword he picked open the goods on the horse's back, and saw a bag of tobacco from the sand, and a bag of spices from Boz. The knight untied his cloth bag and poured a large handful of spices into it.

"This is an order from the Templars, and we must take a portion of the goods for inspection. You can only deliver your goods to the designated location, and you can't leave Paliwa until the end of the festival day. The knight slapped the horse's buttocks, and the horse neighed in fright and nearly toppled the rest of the cargo to the ground.

Then a team of knights in bronze armor and bronze masks rode past Odin, each dragging three ragged men behind them. The men slid quickly across the rough ground, their bodies marked with countless blood marks, screaming and wailing, and long lines of blood dragging from the ground.

People don't seem to see it, and the bazaar is still noisy, as if the people who are bound don't exist in the same world as them.

The men were dragged to Place Saint-Louis Zeit, in the middle of which a wooden guillotine had been erected, and prisoners were pushed up the stairs one by one, their bodies tied to pillars like white lambs sent to a slaughterhouse.

"Carter Larson, son of sinners, is in collusion with the Warlocks of Nanfeng. ”

"He is the source of chaos in the city of Paliwa. ”

"For three days, if the sinner is not judged, the blood of the pagans will be drained and they will bear their iniquity. ”

A faceless inquisitor pulled the rope, and the triangular knife gate fell quickly, and the head rolled down, and the direction of the blood spray was cut off, scattering on the dark knife surface, and half of the corpse's body was stained red.

Immediately afterward, the blood gathered into a swirl and seeped from the guillotine into the ground.

The inability to apprehend the offender for several days infuriated the Templar and the Inquisition, and the death penalty began to be carried out in public on a regular basis in order to force his potential accomplices to divulge their secrets - which was of course wishful thinking.

Shouts and cheers rang out in Place Saint-Louis Zeit, and freedmen threw torches and dung on the Larson family sculpture in Place della Signoria.

In a state of jubilation, the Inquisitor hung the severed heads on marble pillars, most of them with half-closed eyes and open mouths, as if screaming.

Observing the spiritual sea of these people, Odin found a strange phenomenon, the minds of the crowd are extremely easily stimulated by the scene in front of them, and spread rapidly like a plague, these thoughts are irrational, visual, and extreme.

They don't think about why their compatriots died on the guillotine, but they believe that the Larsons bring all the punishment, that the blood can wash away the polluted air in Paliva, and that they can return to a peaceful life, and they are even excited about the brutal execution.

Very well – the deeper the faith, the deeper the confusion and fear when it is subverted. I am afraid that when disaster strikes, kneeling and praying will not be blessed by the true God, and these weak human beings will fall into the abyss of panic. They are struggling, helpless, and more easily conquered by new beliefs.

At that time, Carter Larsson will be their leader, and Paliwa City will be an important force in the fight against the pursuit of Odin.

He also observed that some people were out of step with the fanaticism around them. They wandered the streets, then placed dozens of copper coins for the gladiatorial fights and carriage competitions to be held on the day of the feast, and entered the taverns of the city without any involvement in the buying and selling.

They had road certificates, or tax certificates from the Church of Paliva, all of them legitimate freemen.

Odin smiled—he knew the Lord's decision that day, and he saw a fire in the heart of the Timberwolf. Now the other party has sent him a group of inconspicuous people, who are flexible and sophisticated, have legal status, and know how to avoid inspections.

After all, without the power of the lords, the Templar and the Inquisition were only a hundred people in total, and they could not effectively and rigorously keep the city under control, nor could they notice these completely 'normal' conspirators.

Next, Odin jumps underground—the underground passages of the city of Paliwa are as complex and grand as the buildings on the ground.

For hundreds of years, the forces of the Sanctuary have been running over this land like wheels, and different priest families have taken turns sucking blood on this soil, and they have not noticed the secrets of the city, and only the Larsen family stationed here holds the key to the underground passage.

Odin was in the corner of the underground corridor near the Sanctuary when he saw a man huddled.

The man remained motionless as if he were dead.

However, if you look at his spiritual sea, you will find that it is drenched in blood and the fire of hatred is raging—it seems that the young heir has made up his mind to do something great on the day of the sacrifice.

Odin observed for a full quarter of an hour, and was finally satisfied with his mental state.

Then, there's the last piece of work.

Odin crawled out of the city through the underground passage, stood beside the city walls, and lifted the cuffs of his black robes.

He plunged a dagger into his arm, pulling open a deep scar that sent blood pouring out of his white skin.

He walked slowly along the ramparts, blood congealing into a thin intermittent line on the ground.

With all this done, Odin quickly returned to the city through another passage.

He looked up and saw that the sky of Paliva had turned crimson—a thousand red eyes floating, whistling toward the city-state.

Since Odin landed on the Twin Moon Continent, he has formed a fine cobweb in Paliwa City, waiting for the demons who pursue him to pounce into this huge web, and now it is time to close the net.

"I'm really good at using human means. After all this, Odin said happily to the void.