Less than two days after departure, and the journey on the train had just begun, Andil received a telegram from the city of Lyme.

The telegraph was a good thing, but it was limited by some unresolved troubles, so it could only serve the nobility and the military for the time being.

Andiel, who saw the telegram, just looked at it with a smile and did not express more opinions and opinions, it was such a wordless laugh, in fact, it was also an attitude, a language.

With the support of the ruler of Lyme City and the great nobles of the empire, Rossi can't sweep Santos as soon as possible, not only him, but even His Excellency Prince Fabio will be puzzled. This telegram said a lot, whether or not anyone gave him advice behind Rossi's back, in short, he did it very decisively, and it also gave Andil some chills.

In his imagination, the battle between Rossi and Santos would soon begin, and he left Lime City to create an environment for Rossi to act conveniently. At present, the biggest nobleman in Lyme City is Lord Rosie, and although his sons Domingo and Angelo are nobles, they have not yet been canonized, and from the perspective of the ruling class, they can't suppress Rosie, who has been canonized.

Rossi should have fought with Santos a few times, and there were casualties on each other.

Santos went from being a gangster to today, and Andil has seen everything that happened to him, it's like suddenly having a puppy in the family, and the puppy has befriended various domestic dogs and wild dogs in the neighborhood as he grows up. Andiel's knowledge of Santos is clearer and more straightforward than Santos's knowledge of himself. He has been able to run rampant in Lyme City for so many years, it is absolutely bluffing to say that he has no real ability, how many people have wanted to overturn Santos but have been beheaded by him over the years, but only he can stand tall.

But such an underground king who has experienced ups and downs, it only took Rosie less than an hour to not only kill Santos, but also almost uproot the Tiger Society.

Decisive, ruthless, and cold-blooded, the style of the whole operation is full of cold style, and each assassin behaves like a sophisticated instrument, suddenly launched after receiving the signal, and each assassinated target has no room or opportunity to resist. The process of flowing clouds is pleasing to the eye, even if you don't see it with your own eyes, just the instructions on the telegram have a feeling of being breathed down.

But it's also terrifying, because this is the Templars, the last and most powerful force in the Church that has been fighting against the ruling class of the Empire for nearly three hundred years.

Andil tightened his collar with his index finger and loosened it hard, lit the telegram and threw it into the trash, a charming smile appeared on his face, looking at the waitress standing not far away, "Beautiful lady, I have a small request......"

Santos's corpse, as well as those of the Tigers' higher-ups, were stabbed from behind by a wooden pole the size of a child's arm, pierced through the mouth, and stood in a row on the side of the road outside the outer city. The blood flowed down the wound and fell down the wooden pole, and finally coagulated, turning into a black blood stain that made the wooden pole almost thick. There are a few scavenging black crows that have landed on the ground, and their small eyes the size of mung beans are covered with a layer of red fluorescence, and they will occasionally fly over to eat two bites when the road is sparsely populated, and then fly away when someone passes by.

The cold weather kept the corpses from decomposing, but there were also small areas of ulceration and large corpse spots, and a faint stench wafting out.

Whenever the residents of Lyme City pass by, they keep their heads down and stare down at the ground, and they trot over at a faster pace. Fear is one thing, Santos's ferocity is another.

He was strong enough and violent enough, but such a guy, along with his assistants and partners, was swept away in a short period of time.

Santos is already an existence that everyone can't afford to offend, so the person who killed him can't afford to offend. This mysterious murderer even placed Santos and others on the side of the road, and he was extremely arrogant.

But the strange thing is that the city guards and the garrison did not see it, and allowed those people to do such a frightening thing.

Some foreign caravans looked at the group of meat skewers curiously, and the leader of the caravan walked to the city gate and handed over a fist-sized money bag. The city defender took it in his hand, looked at the caravan behind him, and stuffed it into his arms with satisfaction. In addition to the entrance tax, there is also excess money, which is all filial piety. The city defense army is not under the management of Lyme City, but is directly responsible to the military department, and no one will embarrass them, nor will they want to be embarrassed by them.

The leader of the caravan nodded and bowed, rubbed his hands and asked in a low voice, "Are the people over there bandits?"

The soldier pursed his lips and looked the strange merchant up and down that he had never met, "First time?"

The leader smiled and nodded, "Just took office, first time in Greenland." ”

"It's Santos over there, Santos the Silver Fox, they're all the bosses of the LTTE. The soldier's tone was filled with a kind of gloating disdain. Santos never gives them a good look, but he doesn't offend them either, but these big-headed soldiers like to see these powerful people unlucky, and they don't get tired of it.

The merchant was shocked, although it was the first time he came to Greenland, but when he left the Chamber of Commerce, the leader of the previous caravan told him that there were several big people to pay attention to in Greenland, including the silver fox Santos, who was an extremely fierce figure, and he might not even be able to sleep if he offended. Although there is no clear evidence, the destruction of several caravans was related to Santos. Originally, he had planned to visit this great man, but he didn't expect to meet here.

Of course, he was standing on the ground, and the other party was dressed as a meat skewer and hung on a wooden pole.

The merchant gasped, took out a few silver coins from his bosom, and stuffed them into the soldier's hands, "Excuse me, who did it, or did he break any law?"

The soldier was pleased with the benefits the merchant had given him, and stuffed the silver coins into the pocket of his clothes, and lowered his voice, "It was done by Lord Rossi, who is a new lord and a clergyman of the Church. ”

Church?

Isn't the church overwhelmed by the Empire? Why is this Rosie so powerful, and he is also a nobleman? He was curious, but the soldiers didn't want to talk about it, so they had to give up.

At this time, a group of people came out of the inside of the chengguan, these people were wearing black cloaks and hoods, and their faces could not be seen clearly. Their black cloaks conceal their figures, but the outlines of their weapons can be faintly detected within their cloaks. These people rode tall horses, and the atmosphere was unusually quiet, and the atmosphere was solemn and tense.

The soldier suddenly grimaced, tilted his head slightly, looked like he was on business, and pushed the merchant aside with one hand.

After these people were far away, the soldier breathed a sigh of relief and raised his head, "See, these people are all Lord Roshi's subordinates, what are they called Templars?" ”

The merchant looked at the back of the group from afar and sighed.

Ever since Rossi swept Santos with a thunderbolt, after everyone stared at him, he bluntly said that the Church would control the underground power of Lyme City. Everything will not change, everything will be as it is, the money that should be paid will be paid, and what should be given will be given, but not to the LTTE and Santos, but to the church, to Priest Rossi.

The vast majority of people chose to obey, and a small number chose to rebel. But these people soon surrendered because they didn't want to die yet.

Rossi's means are more direct, surrendering, and alive than Santos. Resist, die!

He screened the good and the bad, the regular businessman should pay half the money, the prostitution, usury and so on, although some people complained, but on the whole it was peaceful.

The day after Santos' death, twenty more Templars arrived at Lyme City, under Rossi's command, along with an ascetic.

The ascetic was not a particularly secretive department in the Church, but was significantly higher in rank than the Templar, and Rossi personally received the ascetic on behalf of the Church in Lime City.

A little old man who looked to be in his seventies was hunched over, wearing only a linen garment and a pair of straw sandals under his feet. If it weren't for the unconcealable fluctuations of holy power in his body, Rosie would even think that this person was just a beggar.

But when he really came into contact with this ascetic, he realized that he really underestimated this world and the combat effectiveness of human units!