Santos, the white fox, sat on the lawn outside the manor, accompanied by two beautiful young women dressed in gorgeous clothes, and his children played not far away.

The autumn sun makes people feel warm, not as hot as summer, and the family enjoys this rare moment of relaxation.

He held a crystal glass in his hand, and the amber rum tasted docile under the ice cubes, and a little ** juice was added to it, which was a wonderful fruit. A small amount is enough to enhance the aroma and taste of the rum, and when mixed with alcohol, it will give the drinker a feeling of being in the air.

An ounce of **juice costs about two gold coins, and an ounce of **juice can be mixed into a maximum of 250 milliliters of rum, and any more will weaken the effect. In other words, this glass of rum costs Santos almost a gold coin. According to the current free exchange rate of the people of the empire, one gold coin can be exchanged for about 14,000 copper coins and 110 silver coins.

Many of the little nobles didn't have the money to toss around, but this little expense was insignificant to Santos. Many times, he lived more aristocratic than nobles.

Two shadows flickered in the corner of his eye, and he stared intently as the butler hurried over with one of his men.

Santos frowned slightly, there were only two days a month for him to relax like he was now, and no one, including the butler, would easily disturb his rare vacation. Maybe something important happened, but inevitably, his good mood was ruined.

The two beautiful young women beside him glanced at each other, left him, and ran to the child's side to play with the child. Santos has a serious desire to control, and he doesn't allow his women to interfere with his affairs, nor do he allow them to interfere with his thinking.

"What's the matter?", Santos took a sip of rum, the cold rum was not as dry and hard as at room temperature, and the mixing of ** juice made the nerves that had just calmed down excited again. He clenched his fist, quietly released it, and let out a breath of turbidity, and the whole world began to shake slightly.

The butler bowed slightly, and stepped out of the way. The young man behind him stepped forward and half-knelt on the ground, "Lord White Fox, that kid has left Green Town. ”

Santos glanced at the half-kneeling young man, and the young man suddenly had a terrifying illusion, and his hairs stood up, as if he was being targeted by a fierce beast all the time, and he could die at any time.

The kid in his mouth is Rosie.

Santos suffered a loss, and wanted to get revenge and was stopped by Domingo, for which he was whipped a few times. He was a proud man, and he regarded others as if they were nothing, and few people could enter his eyes. Sometimes Santos has been sighing that if he had been born 1,700 years earlier, maybe the name of this empire would have changed, and he might have become the real master of this empire.

So Rosie's offense to him, he couldn't tolerate it. The Marquis's Mansion didn't let him do it, he didn't do it blatantly, but it couldn't completely stop his revenge.

Greenland lacks everything, but there is no shortage of bandits. He can't do anything in the town, he leaves a mark, but in the wilderness outside the town, it doesn't matter.

A dead Rosie will not let him, a living white fox, be harshly criticized.

He also believed that that little aco-priest would not be willing to live in a small place like Greentown for the rest of his life, and that he would definitely come to Lyme City, or other cities. As long as he dares to leave Greentown, Santos will kill him.

Finally, the day has come.

He groaned for a moment and rubbed his head, the **juice making it impossible for him to concentrate. The cells of his whole body were jumping and roaring, and he closed his eyes and forced himself to calm down, and it took a while for him to open his eyes, and a cold light flashed through his eyes, leaving no trace.

He glanced at the young man who was half-kneeling on the ground and waved his hand, "Let Almodo do it, bring ten spears." ”

The young man smashed his chest with his fist, stood up decisively and turned to leave, without the slightest detachment from the water.

The housekeeper hesitated for a moment, and couldn't help asking, "If you use a firearm, will it be too obvious?"

Santos sneered, no one would offend a powerful living person for the sake of justice for the dead. He has done this kind of thing a lot, and he hasn't seen anyone turn his face for so many years. Besides, even if something really goes wrong, who can find out about themselves? There are so many thieves in Greenland Province who are rampant, why do they think that they did it?

He waved his hand and took another sip of his rum, his eyes slightly soaked, soaking in sensory stimulation.

On the other hand, Rosie finally waited for the church's order.

Archbishop Rodean appointed him head of the branch of the church in Lyme City, and went to Lyme City to take charge of everything. This was something obvious and not unexpected by Rossi. In his plan, Lime City is only the first step, since the Pope and the archbishop have chosen to believe in him and support his ideas, they will not drop the chain at a critical moment.

As for whether Rossi, who had just been promoted to priesthood, was qualified enough to control the power of a church that ruled the city, it was not in his consideration, and all those thorns had been transferred back to the headquarters.

After a brief tidying up, a group of eighteen people hurried on the road.

In fact, there was an ascetic, but he never appeared.

"It's not going to be too safe. Rossi sat in the carriage, his face as calm as an ancient well, "Santos will definitely do it, let everyone be careful and don't remove their armor." ”

He touched the pistol at his waist and calmed down a little.

Alexander nodded earnestly, letting the Templars scatter around the carriage. These Templars were well-versed in the art of assassination, and it would be difficult to spot them in the grass and woods without careful identification. The three knights rarely brought small round shields and surrounded the carriage to protect Rosie in the carriage.

It was a two-day journey from Greentown to Lyme City, and this was still with a horse-drawn carriage, and if there was no horse-drawn carriage to walk by manpower, it would take at least four days.

Hano, also wearing a leather armor with iron plates and a one-handed sword in his hand, knelt in front of Rossi, just in front of the carriage door. He decides to give up everything in Greentown and go to Lyme City with Rosie. The first half of his life has been confused, and he doesn't want to live like that for the rest of his life. He also wants to have a successful career, even if the road ahead is a sea of swords and fires.

The day's journey was uneventful, and in the evening the group camped on an empty hill, the sky grew dark, and the sun set down the horizon.

There was no widespread development and urban sprawl, no industrial pollution and persecution, and the world was full of small animals in the wild, and it was easy for a group to hunt enough for dinner.

A few fat rabbits were skinned, disemboweled, and roasted on the fire, and the golden grease dripped on the fire, making a sizzling sound. The pungent aroma makes people's appetite move, and they can't help but look at the rabbits that already exude an attractive fragrance.

Hanno stopped the crank in his hand, took out a wooden plate, disassembled a rabbit, and brought it to Rossi, "Great and honorable Lord Rossi, please taste the food that your humble servant has cooked for you. ”

Ever since seeing Francisco canonize Rossi with his own eyes, Hano has become a sycophant. He didn't know how to increase his weight in Rossi's heart, so he could only do his best to pat Rosie's ass as much as possible.

Rosie tried to communicate with Hano's move, but it was not very successful, so he did not interfere anymore.

After taking the wooden plate, Alexander and the others went to fetch their own food. The Templars were hiding in the wilderness around them, bringing dry rations with them, and did not come close.

Eating rabbit meat, drinking liquor, and blowing the wild wind in the wild, there is no fun. Rossi eats with relish, Hano's craftsmanship is okay, at least the rabbit meat is not charred on the outside and raw on the inside, plus a little salt and seasonings, it will not be too bad.

"Don't drink too much alcohol and be careful of mistakes. Rosie glanced at Alexander, who had taken a sip, and the latter scratched his head to re-tie the mouth of the sheepskin bag, and the old man blushed a lot.

After dinner, Rosie slept into a gray robe and slept under the carriage. If Santos is really going to attack, the middle of the night is undoubtedly the best time, and the carriage is so eye-catching that it will definitely be the first target to be attacked. If a gentleman doesn't stand under a dangerous wall, he won't gamble on that eventuality.

Before going to sleep, he cast a detection evil, and there was no movement within one or two hundred meters of the vicinity, he frowned, but he did not let his guard down.

After arranging the vigil, the people who had been on the road for the day began to rest.

At night, the moon rises and the wind chills.