Located on the last short stretch of the long ramp leading towards the coastline in Cori Conrad, small villages and hotels began to appear more and more along the way.

Somewhat unbelievable, the terrain here does not simply descend, but has a bulge that is not very steep, and then slopes all the way to the east. Such terrain is not as uncommon as one might think, and in fact, the reason why the winding and twisting road of Corriconrad is the only arterial road to the docks in the Soladin region is due to the complex mountainous terrain of the area.

The entire Soradin Plateau is essentially made up of a part of the mountains that belong to the Tambur Mountains. The hills and the complex mountainous terrain of the southern part of Avenella are a constant of the long winding roads that the Corikonrads have spent many years clearing have been carved out in areas with gentler terrain, and if you open a vertical road, you don't know how many obstacles you will have to run into on the way.

But despite the efforts of the pioneers to avoid the rough sections, some sections are still unavoidable. One of the few unnamed places on this unnamed road, Allan Poe, a small hillside just a few dozen kilometres from the coastline, is one of the most famous on the entire road, but it is also famous for its bloody history that is indistinguishable from any other part of the West Coast.

Allan Poe, from the exact same name of the Ehrensentry Fort on the side of Avenella, where we first came into contact with our story, is actually a small settlement built in the area where the immigrants of Avenella fled here in ancient times.

The name Eren was originally a Skin pirate from the four northern islands. In the language of the northerners, it refers to tall and handsome people, but after many centuries of evolution, in the dialect of Avenella, Allen became a higher ground and a divinely inspired place - a common trait that coincided with the idea of the White Church, and the higher the place, the closer it was to the gods, this common characteristic naturally did not bring much good future for the local immigrants.

The Avennella people are hill people, and in a way their national character is more common to the nomads of the steppe than the other West Coasters.

This is also the real reason why the faith of the White Church in this small country has not been popularized so far, as the traditional polytheistic belief in the Acasta Plains region itself can be accepted, but the White Holy See requires restrictions everywhere and even prays three or four times a day, this kind of "exquisiteness" from the prosperous Laman Empire is really not suitable for the taste of these simple and fierce Avenella commoners.

It would seem understandable to a traditional and uneducated Avenera to fight and plunder for land and resources, but it is simply incomprehensible that it is only symbolic to occupy and build a church simply because of the high slopes.

They have been operating here for decades, and have developed a village of dozens of families that can almost become a town. But the white church came with a bang, and the bishops of the nostrils were high, and they took out a piece of paper that no one could read, and told them that they must demolish their houses to make room for the church, and help build them—all for the glory of God, of course.

Inexplicably, the simple and upright mountain people naturally refused to accept it, and the bloody conflict that followed ended without suspense with the well-equipped and powerful white church. The battle was bloody and brutal, with the grave result being a long stretch of this entire ramp throughout the Cori Conrad area, and no village of this magnitude has been established since.

The defeated Ellen Allan Poe Aborigines suffered heavy casualties, and all the able-bodied men in dozens of families were killed in the battle. The church sent a large number of troops to ensure that they would never dare to resist again, and then ordered the surviving villagers, young and old, to help mine limestone to build the great church.

Excessive labor and abuse have caused the villagers to lose their staff.

But this "victory" was blown to the skies within the White Church of that year, and the big men of the Church in the Allan Poe area were majestic and straightened their backs, as if they had regained their former glory at the defeat of the Jetinas-until the large army of nuns, friars and priests stationed in the local area, including themselves, could not meet even the most basic needs, and their stomachs were grumbling with hunger but could not find any food, that they began to reflect on it in hindsight.

Without people, there is no trade;

Merchants were considered by the high clergy of the church to be a lowly and shameful profession, and naturally they did not bother to communicate with them. Repeated times when merchants passed by, they sternly rejected them, and all kinds of things that were commonly eaten in the church were purchased or recruited from the peasants' homes. After the advance troops of the Church in the Allan Poe area had driven out every peasant through massacres and abuses, they suddenly realized that there was no one left to grow food for them, raise livestock, or do a series of other chores.

The noble knights could not go to farming, so they had to go hungry and continue their daily training. The Church was even forced to send monks and nuns into the mountains to pick fruit, but how could these things compare to the satiety of meat, which could not be filled, and discipline began to weaken.

After several successive incidents of the chief knights of the regional church led a group of people to hunt wild deer and wild boar meat with spears and horses, the scandal could not be covered up no matter what, and the bishop of the region, who was known to the higher-ups, was dismissed as a matter of course.

The new bishop who took office later enacted a number of measures to try to salvage relations, cut down the local garrison, no longer refused the presence of merchants, and even welcomed peasants to live there. These measures, along with the cultivation of fields and chickens in the back of the church, were barely able to save the church, and although it has not grown to a particularly large extent, it is the largest place of influence of the Holy See in this ramp.

The horse's hooves kicked up a lot of dust, and the group of five people, all riding on war horses and neatly armored cathar knights, slowly approached the village of Allan Poe.

Naturally, our sages and their party, having succeeded in convincing the young knight captain Mikhail, disguised themselves as the slain knights, removed their equipment from the dead cathars, covered their hair and faces with their helmets, and walked awkwardly down the avenue without arousing the slightest suspicion.

The armor issued by the church was not completely fitting, and although the height was close to 1.7 meters, the two smaller girls were obviously incompatible with the armor designed for men. Fortunately, there is a cotton armor as an inner lining, so it will not look empty and swaying around. A little more troublesome was Henry, whose height meant that the armor didn't fit perfectly, but after burying the ten dead knights, he managed to find a set to wear.

Of course, Mikhail did not trust this group completely, but he could not beat Henry and Joshua, and was restrained by each other, and there were indeed doubts in his mind.

After changing the camouflage and tightly wrapping, even if you meet ordinary peasants on the avenue again or go to supply depots and hotels to buy supplies, it will no longer arouse any suspicion.

Although it was heavier and stuffy than the plate armor, in this state, after more than a week, several people were finally able to sleep enough.

After a good rest, and then bathing in the mountain streams, they were rejuvenated, and this time they went to the church on this side of Allan Poe, of course, to expose all this, so that the black hand behind the scenes would be removed from their posts, and a real end would be made.

Henry knew more about the White Church than anyone could have imagined, including his disciple Mira, and when he carefully dissected the cause of all this for Mikhail, the young man fell into deep thought.

The commander, whom Mikhail had never met, was indeed very capable, and in the light of the facts before and after, they could easily deduce that it was certainly not the regional bishop himself who was the instigator - for a man who could have made such a decision would certainly not have been so stupid and stubborn as to go out of his way to tighten the lid on him - no one knew who this man was, and the only thing they knew was that he was not to be underestimated.

A large number of cheap peasants were sent out to chase and intercept them, and if they showed their faces and ran to buy food and other supplies, they would inevitably be seen, and there was nowhere to hide their traces. The knights who were sent out after this were the killer moves, because they had already been damaged twice, and the only thing left for the regional bishop was this last dispatch - in order to make up for the lack of combat power, they chose to secretly gather these new knights to form another team.

I am afraid that the formation of the team was done by the stupid bishop, for only a man of his stature had enough power to mobilize - Mikhail nodded as Henry analyzed it, and it was true that his first meeting with the dead members of the team was arranged by the bishop - but the transfer was like this, and the analysis and arrangement after that should have been the work of the commander.

One light, one dark. The praying mantis catches the cicada, and the yellow finch is behind.

The team of novice knights led by inexperienced novice knights stumbles and doesn't know how to hide themselves - this team is a bait thrown to Henry and deliberately lured them into the bait. The other horseman's detachment, the real killer force, is likely to be hidden in the villages along the way according to the civilian eyewitness intelligence operation, waiting for the group to come into contact with Mikhail's knight team, the moment when the physical and mental exhaustion reached the extreme and thought that they had solved the pursuers - with lightning speed, they were all wiped out.

The ploy was done in a way that was interlocking and careless, and the sage, having seen through it, made the decision to make the plan - Mikhail, when he heard Henry speak of this passage, could not help but have a trace of doubt in his heart: "What if I had decided to die with my companions instead of trying to find out the truth behind all this?"

"Then I'll just kill you, and then pretend to be the captain of the knights. The sage, who seemed to the young man to be a loophole, just shrugged his shoulders and didn't care, Mikhail was stunned for a moment, and then remembered the man's understanding of the church and the breadth of his knowledge, and sighed secretly.

The distance was getting closer, and Allan Poe, as the seat of the church, was naturally instructed by the superiors to take relevant precautions, and several infantry of the Order army armed with square shields and spears patrolled nearby, and from a distance, they saw the cathar knights galloping towards them, and they waved their hands in a friendly manner.

"It's been a hard patrol!" Mikhail shouted, a smile on his face, and the five of them continued on their way.

The Knights Cathar of the White Church are cavalry on horseback, Mira and Henry are fine, but Joshua and Amonica have no ability to fight on horseback, after all, they didn't even know how to ride a horse until a few days ago, and now they can only barely guarantee that they won't fall when they run on horseback, horseback balance and all kinds of equestrian skills and the like are fantastic for them.

Fortunately, the presence of armor and cloaks served to cover up somewhat, and despite the weight and the sweltering heat and sweat and the stiffness of the nervous body, they finally made it to the door of the church.

The sky was a little gray, and it was about the rainy season to come, and the two braziers used for lighting at the entrance of the church were blazing. It is a place that has been through war, and the walls are all made of solid limestone, with only stained glass at the top.

The moment his feet landed again, all three of them, including Mira, breathed a sigh of relief, Mikhail stepped forward, lifted his visor and began to talk to the infantry in front of him, and then, because he was in a hurry, he put his horse directly at the door and walked inside.

Henry glanced back before entering the church, and the group of infantry he had encountered before seemed to have finished patrolling and were walking in this direction—he frowned.

"Please take me to the letter room, I have something important to report to Benedict's church headquarters!" a priest came out to receive the group, Mikhail took off his helmet and said to him, the other man nodded solemnly, and then the group walked through the slightly dimly lit corridor and began to walk inside.

"......" Henry's eyes, hidden under the visor of his helmet, looked around attentively, and his movements did not escape the attention of Mikhail in front of him. "Keep the formation tight. He commanded in a whisper, and the other four turned their heads curiously to look this way.

"We're going to take the enemy. Henry said, and in the next moment, the priest in front of him suddenly sped up and ran directly into the aisle. "What's going on?!" Mikhail shouted in confusion, followed by the sound of neat footsteps coming from the aisle ahead. "Ahh

"Bang Bang Bang"

"Good one, I'll send it to the door myself" Mikhail, holding his helmet, froze in place, while Henry narrowed his eyes slightly to examine the man who was surrounded by a group of soldiers and knights and walked into the light cast by the glass on the roof. He was dressed in the armor of a real knight captain, with a kind smile on his face, but it was the distinctive red cloak and the special numbering above the armpit on the left side of the armor that caught the sage's attention.

His eyes sparkled, and he had clearly figured it all out. There was a hint of surprise on the look under the mask, but more of a relief.

"Your Excellency Knight Captain Angelo?!" Mikhail seemed to recognize this man, and while Henry was thinking about all this, he stepped forward and walked towards the other man and said, "No, you will hear me explain first, all this is His Excellency the Bishop of the Region" - the young man had discussed this with the sage before, so now he wanted to explain it to the other party at once - Henry sighed to himself, Mikhail was still too tender.

"Oh, do you really think that pedantic old thing can move me?" the chief knight drew his sword without the slightest hesitation.

"Bang-"

A strand of white-blond hair fell to the ground.

A shallow wound on the cheek that had been cut open flowed a little bit of blood, and in a flash of lightning, the sage pulled the young knight captain back.

"Cut-" Angelo, who had a smile on his face, smashed his tongue, Mikhail was stunned, he wanted to speak, but the other party raised his hand nonchalantly: "These people are all impostors who murdered the members of the Knights, they are all criminals, I hereby order that everyone be brought to justice on the spot!"

"Click-click-" A whole row of spears stood above the shield, and after the bowstring behind it was tightened, there was a "click", apparently someone had wound a crossbow.

"Put your helmet on and protect yourself. Henry whispered to Mikhail, and the young man looked back at the sage in a daze, but could see nothing but the unwavering blue eyes in the gaps in the cold visor.

"From now on, our only task is to survive. ”

"Prepare for battle!" Angelo shouted as he put on his helmet, drew his sword, and raised it high.

A gust of wind blew in through the doorway, and the candles flickered. (To be continued.) )