Brandon didn't answer the Oracle's question, in his eyes, the Oracle's was not a suspect but an active criminal, and he seemed so flustered in his words that there must be a ghost in his heart. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Thinking of this, where would he talk nonsense with the divine envoy, a pair of big eyes went straight to the white robe of the divine envoy.

With a cursory glance, Brandon noticed that a small corner was missing from the sleeve of the white robe of the Divine Messenger. There was no ornamentation on the white robe, and the sleeves were wide and wrinkled, and if Brandon hadn't known what to look for in advance, the missing corner would not have been easy to find. It seems that the gods themselves did not realize that Sir Kyle had left clues before his death to identify his murderer.

At least that's what Brandon thinks......

The evidence was conclusive, and Brandon didn't give the envoy a chance to defend himself, turned around and opened the curtain and shouted to his men guarding outside, "Mogre, arrest!"

With Brandon's majesty, no one would hesitate to arrest the Red Sect Pope even if he wanted to arrest him, let alone an oracle of unknown origin? These knights are not stupid, they have calculated in their hearts, if this oracle is true, it is the only oracle of the Red Sect in the past hundred years, how can he hide in a small camp of the Guy army and not move? Only the army composed of these lowly civilians of the Guy Army would believe such a stupid thing.

As a personal bodyguard, Mogre swarmed in with several other elite knights, and set up the emaciated oracle left and right, completely ignoring the oracle's struggles. When they left the tent, they didn't notice that a trace of excitement flashed in the indifferent eyes of the soldier who had just spoken to the divine envoy, as if they had waited for a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. As soon as the knights left the tent, the soldiers drew their swords and cut through the cloth wall behind the tent and slipped out.

"You are crazy!" The envoy who was sandwiched between the two knights looked pitiful, his voice was hoarse and sharp like a male duck due to horror and anger, and his limbs wrapped in white robes were waving wildly, but he had no power, and the two knights did not move like two mountains, "You are blasphemy! You will be sent to the Sun God for trial! Damn heretics! Damn the Duchy of Gay! Damn the Knights of the Sun! I already knew you were heretics!"

Brandon glared at the oracle, his eyes were full of anger and hatred, and said coldly: "Don't pretend anymore, aren't you very strong? instead of continuing to act, let's try to find a way out, otherwise no one will be able to stop me from judging you today!"

"You...... You heretic......" The divine envoy's voice was visibly flustered, with a little crying, not like it was pretending, "I don't know what you're talking about!"

Brandon pulled out the white piece of cloth hidden in Sir Kyle's hand, brought it to the oracle, and asked, "This is the clue that my best young man left before he died, the fragments of his clothes that he tore from the murderer's body." Answer me, do you recognize this thing?"

The oracle was stunned for a moment, seemed to understand, and looked at his sleeve in silence. When he spoke again, the man was already a little stupid, and kept muttering to himself, "How can this be...... Why...... This is framing...... This must be framed ......"

Frame......?

To say that Brandon has no doubts in his heart, he is not so stupid. With the divine messenger to take Sir Kyle's combat power without injury, since his identity has been recognized, why bother pretending? What's the point? As long as Lucas doesn't make a move, it's not too difficult for him to escape directly out of the barracks, right? Even if Lucas makes a move, he may not have no chance.

But it's not interesting to pretend, it's an insult to each other's IQ. At this point, Brandon couldn't let him go just because the divine envoy "looked innocent", and he had to cut it down.

Burnon was not in Brandon's desire, and he ordered, "Moghre, take off this man's mask, he has the right to have his face remembered before he dies." ”

As soon as Mogre moved, the messenger came back to his senses and shouted excitedly: "Wait a minute! Wait a minute! I have a letter from the Cardinal of the Temple of El City in my arms! Brandon, you must know his handwriting, as well as his seal, this cannot be faked, you can take it out and see that I have really been wronged!"

The handwriting is capable of imitation, but for a priest of the cardinal's level, the seal and the helix bracelet are all magical items that resonate with the soul. Don't say that civilians, even if they are priests of insufficient rank, they will never see each other once in their lives, this is absolutely impossible to fake, otherwise the entire system of the Red Sect will be subverted.

Previously, Lucas was gullible about the identity of the Assassin because the Assassin was wearing the bracelet of the Sun God of the Red Priest who could never be forged......

Brandon's heart moved when he heard the oracle speak so confidently, but he resisted the impulse. It's good if the angel is fake, but if it's true, it's even more dead...... If he is allowed to go back alive and sue him, the Brandon family, including the pet dog, will have to be stewed by the Red Sect.

"It seems that you don't want to die with your true face...... Brandon turned around, at this moment he was seventy percent sure that he had caught the wrong person, but it was difficult to ride a tiger, and he had to kill if he killed the wrong person, not by himself, "Mogre, do it." ”

Mogre nodded silently, drew the sword at his waist, and raised it high at the oracle's neck......

"Who! dare! move! hand!"

There was a loud shout in the room, and for some reason, Mogre and many elite knights were relieved, but Brandon turned pale and asked, "Who?

His first reaction was Lucas, but Lucas looked dazed. Brandon really couldn't think of anyone else in the Duchy of Guy other than Lucas who would dare to contradict him to his face.

A soldier walked out of the crowd unequivocally, dressed in the clothes of an ordinary soldier, equipped with the equipment of an ordinary soldier, and his face was the face of an ordinary soldier, clearly the kind of dragon that had to lie on the ground after only three minutes of appearance, but proudly raised his head and said, "It's me!"

Seeing that the comer was so confident, Brandon couldn't help but whisper to Mogre in confusion, "Who is it? Captain or General?"

Mogre shook his head and remained silent.

Brandon had no choice but to ask the Lord, "Who is Your Excellency?"

"Listen up......" the soldier suddenly became serious, and said word by word, "my name is ...... And the parallelists!"

“...... Huh?" Brandon was stunned for a moment, his mouth didn't close for a long time, and then he said again after more than ten seconds, "...... Huh?"

Before his astonishment had passed, about a hundred or so soldiers suddenly rushed out of the crowd and surrounded the team he led with crossbows. If you look closely, you will see that this group of people are all seriously injured and sick in the recuperation camp.

The expressions of these people are exactly the same indifference, and their movements are also uniform, as if they have been rehearsed tens of thousands of times, or there is some force in the dark that is pulling them together. After the encirclement was formed, they shouted in unison: "My name is ...... And the parallelists!"

In fact, Brandon was eager to ask them who came up with the name of this sore egg, but he still asked a more important question: "What are you going to do!

"Wrong......" replied one of the soldiers.

"You're the one who wants to rebel!" another soldier picked up.

"The Knights of the Burning Sun are perverse!"

"Brandon, the head of the hypocrites, is going against the tide of history!" they said one after the other as if they had been discussed.

"It is an unforgivable sin to trap the Duchy of Guy to death for his own selfish desires!"

"You provoked this war! The souls of those who died on the battlefield will be counted on your head!"

Brandon's lungs exploded, he trembled, and roared with his beard open, "You...... What are you talking nonsense about! Are you spies of the Hill Empire?"

"Do you think everyone is stupid?" a soldier said indifferently as he stood in front of Brandon without fear, "Our army is simply unable to resist the Hill Empire, and its stubborn resistance will only lead to total annihilation." But if they surrender, there is still a chance of survival, and the army of the Hill Empire will lose its excuse to slaughter the city. ”

Another soldier also said: "If you want to go crazy yourself, forget it, and drag us to die together! Why don't you take your noble knight's sword and shield, ride your extravagant war horse, and rush into battle alone, so that the army of the Hill Empire can see the courage of the little man?"

"Shut up. Mogre spoke in place of the angry speechless Brandon, "A group of cowards, true believers of the Sun God will never be afraid to fight because of the strength of the enemy. ”

"Fighting?" one of the soldiers scoffed, "the battle you talk about is to hit a stone with an egg, satisfy your hot-headedness, and then implicate the whole city to die together? Do you think that you are brave enough to be a glorious warrior? Have you not thought that the Hill Empire, which you have provoked, will vent its anger on the civilians? How many innocent people will die under the butcher's knife of the Hill Empire's army!"

Another soldier said angrily: "Don't talk nonsense with this group of noble knights, they are all from other countries, their families are not here, of course they don't care about angering the Hill Empire." But what about us? Our wives and children, parents and relatives, all of them are on this land! Here are the last armies of the Principality of Guy, and whether we surrender or not represents the attitude of this country, and if we resist to the end, the Hill Empire will definitely not let go of the Principality of Guy! When the time comes, it will be lucky to be taken captive as a slave!"

Hearing the soldier's words, the soldiers who followed Brandon and the others to watch the play became in a commotion. These people were not aware of the consequences of the defeat, and it occurred to them that it seemed that the armies of all countries had only one policy against the cities that had resisted to the end...... Slaughter the city.

What about the country that resists to the end? It is impossible to kill all of them, not only is it impossible to do it, but it is too wasteful, hundreds of thousands of citizens are hundreds of thousands of slaves......

Do you want your family to become slaves? Almost in a second, they came up with the answer...... I don't want to!

"No...... No...... This war cannot be fought!

"We must surrender! My parents are still in enemy territory, I can't push them into the fire pit......"

"I still have a wife who just passed through the door......"

"My child is only eight years old, Master Brandon, can you bear to see him die......"

For a while, the crowd of onlookers was crying, scolding, complaining, and complaining, and the noise shook the sky, as if there were 10,000 people roaring in their ears, and Brandon and his men were suppressed by this momentum. They plus the magic force are less than fifty people, even if everyone can fight five, facing hundreds of soldiers is really not enough.

Lucas wanted to help Brandon break the siege, and when there was such a siege of friendly troops in his army, he was a little embarrassed. But he found a familiar face in the crowd of onlookers, and suddenly realized that this is your boy's plan! If he could rely on the pressure of public opinion to change Brandon's mind, he would not need to kill him and the whole army would surrender!

However, Chet, who was hiding in the crowd, didn't know how things had developed like this, he just felt very cool, very cool, because the mysterious oracle was still trapped by him in the end......