With a slimy feeling all over his body, Howson suddenly woke up from his slumber. He hadn't experienced this feeling for years, only more than forty years ago, before he was adopted by the church. He was only a few years old, and he was loaded into a wagon by the traffickers who specialized in human trafficking on the border, and had to be cleaned before being brought to the market. It doesn't matter what they're wearing, dirty or not, in short, the water column is poured down all over their heads, as long as they wash their little faces.

The clothes that were full of mud were poured with water, and they all turned into thin mud, and it was very uncomfortable to stick to the body. Every day the mud on the body is dry and wet, wet and dry, and there is never a good time until it is adopted by the church.

For so many years, this feeling has made Howson a little nostalgic and a little surprised. His consciousness slowly tightened, and he opened his eyes to look at the slimy thing on his chest, and for a moment he was frightened.

The crimson blood had begun to congage in his chest, and pieces of blood trembling like blood tofu were piled on the blood-soaked silk pajamas, trembling slightly as his breathing rose and fell.

The two girls beside him were no longer breathing, and when they touched their bodies, the cold feeling indicated that they had been dead for a long time. Their bodies were filled with all sorts of disgusting wounds, their turned skin tightly wrapped in beige fat, and their pink muscles had become dark red after oxidation. The two girls' eyes widened, and they both looked in his direction, but the delicate and bright smile never appeared on their hideous and stiff faces.

Huo Sen's heart trembled suddenly, the whole person trembled, and he crawled off the bed and fell to the ground, he got up and walked back and forth a few steps, sighed violently, squatted on the ground and held his head with both hands.

What happened last night?

All he remembered was that Hano invited him for a drink and then ...... It seems that Hano arranged this house and let him rest here for the night. Maybe he drank too much, and he vaguely remembered that he seemed to be holding the hands of the two girls and not letting go of ....... After that, the memories became fragments, and the unrelated images kept flashing in his mind. It was as if he saw another person in his mind, a violent, strange, destructive man.

This person looks the same as him, but there is not much spring breeze expression on his face, only a panicked sneer, and hysterical madness.

Howson let out a long groan, a voice that contained too much pain and regret.

How so?

After Fabio came to power, the imperial judicial circles took on a new look, on the one hand, he needed to borrow some means to deter the newly born aristocratic group, and on the other hand, it was not necessarily without the intention of buying people's hearts. Whatever he was for, the laws of the Empire were even more stringent.

It is a fact that murderers pay for their lives, and this is a fact that is inevitable everywhere.

No matter what status or identity Huo Sen has today, the evidence that he killed two girls is conclusive, and he is not allowed to quibble. Once the incident happened, what awaited him was the gallows.

He didn't want to die yet, the fifty-one-year-old bishop was far from the end, he had at least fifty years left to struggle. In fifty years, maybe he can also wear a robe with gold trim on a red background and a high hat. He can see the rise of a family, the prosperity of a family, and the full house of children and grandchildren.

But all of this was ruined by his own hands.

There was a slight noise outside the door, and the footsteps became louder and louder, Huo Sen became frightened, and the pure white sword suddenly condensed, and a trace of madness appeared on his face full of remorse.

The door was pushed open, and he stepped forward, but his steps were sluggish.

The person who came was Hano, who looked at the miserable situation on the bed with his mouth wide open, showing a shocked look. But he quickly recovered, rushed into the room, closed the door, and looked at Huo Sen, "This ...... What's going on?", he shook his head and sighed, and said with a wry smile: "Bishop Huosen, you're playing too hard, aren't you?!"

Huo Sen didn't dare to touch Hano, the empire has been preferential to the nobles for a long time, and the aristocratic groups are constantly dirty with each other and attack each other, but they are very united in one thing, that is, they are concerned about the safety of the nobles themselves. Once Horson made a move on Hano, no matter what happened in the end, he, including his entire family, would be completely erased from this world.

He is not afraid of death, although there are still good times in the future, but he has also lived for fifty-one years and already has a family of his own. He was an orphan, and everyone in his family was his closest person.

It's not terrible for him to die alone, but the terrible thing is that if he moves Hano, he will drag the whole family to die together.

The pure white sword in his hand collapsed in an instant, and Huo Sen looked defeated and silent.

Hano's eyes rolled, and then he chuckled twice, he hesitated for a moment, walked to Huo Sen's side, put his arm around his shoulder, and comforted: "This matter is only known to you and me for the time being, I hit it off with you at first sight, and my friendship is not hidden, I will help you settle this matter." ”

People who are in despair will not hesitate to reach out even if they are faced with a straw, not to mention that this is not a straw, but a strong tree?

He raised his head suddenly, a look of hope bloomed in his eyes, his hands tightly grasped Hano's arm, and his whole body trembled, "Lord Earl, is there really a way to save it?"

Hano shook his arm quietly, pressed Huo Sen on the stool, and said slowly: "It's just two people who died, to be honest, when will this imperial capital not die? I'll take care of things here, you don't have to worry. ”

Hearing Hano say this, Huo Sen calmed down a little, and after pondering for a while, a strange suspicion suddenly appeared in his heart, could this be a trap set by Hano? Otherwise, why hasn't there been an accident before, but today there was an accident? This thought was like a fire that ignited all the doubts and regrets in his heart in an instant, and there was a trace of hatred hidden in his eyes, but he didn't let Hano see it.

He asked, "What do you need me to do?"

Hano smiled and nodded, "I do need Bishop Horsen's help in some places, just right, isn't this here to discuss with you?"

Huo Sen was sure in an instant that he was plotted by Hano. But even if he said it, it would be useless, the empire would definitely believe the words of an earl, not the words of an apostle like him. Naturally, he was one rank lower than the nobility.

His mouth was bitter, his face was sad, and he smiled reluctantly, "I don't know where I can serve?"

Hano laughed happily when he heard the change in Horsen's tone, took out a black cross from his bosom, and handed it over.

When he saw the black cross, Huo Sen's eyelids jumped violently, and he seemed to have something hidden in his throat, and slowly squeezed out two words - "heresy?!!

There are many anti-church organizations in history, and the symbols of these organizations have their own characteristics, but when summed up, they all have significant anti-church characteristics. Black is also the most common color used by these heretics to distinguish it from the pure white symbols of the Church. From black idols to black totems, there are just too many of them. This black cross, Huo Sen knew what it was at a glance.

Hano shook his head, "It's not heresy, it's Protestant! The church has begun to come to an end, many things have violated the doctrine, and as a follower of the saints, I have the obligation and the right to correct all this." But my strength alone is too small, so small that it is vulnerable. So I need your help, and I also believe that more will be on our side. ”

Hanau said pointedly: "I am not the only one who has seen the problems of the church, but many people of insight have also found out, but they have bad intentions and will not speak out. But I'm different, I've inherited the saint's legacy, and I've inherited the saint's will, and I have to do it! Bishop Horsen, can you help me?"

Huo Sen turned his head and glanced at the two cold and stiff people on the bed, his lips were bitten open by him, he nodded ruthlessly.