The fire rose outside the window, and Bluobai, who was lying under the covers, looked up with the little witch.

"Sister Xiaobai, Brother Roger hasn't been back for a long time", Roger and Husman did defense work together for several days in a row, and even the little witch and Brock who were serving as a façade in the archbishop's mansion couldn't see him.

Naturally, they could also feel the various forces in Candin City, but they couldn't help Roger.

Brobé looked out the window and said nothing.

Seeing her in a daze, the little witch approached and grinned: "Sister Xiaobai, it's very strange, you still don't go back to Slok",

"I don't want to go back", Bluobai lay down and pulled the quilt.

The little witch also lay down and smiled: "I don't want to go back either, it's much more fun to follow Roger's brother, I hope he will teach the bad guys of the funeral sect a lesson as soon as possible",

Blob's eyes widened, and after thinking for a while, he turned around in a daze.

The shouting outside the window became louder and louder, both of them were so noisy that they couldn't sleep, the night in Candin City has been restless in recent days, Roger and Husman with the escort team guarded the city gate all night, and the Funeral Church also appeared every night, and on the first night another person was sacrificed by fire, but soon Roger gambled on the gap in the defensive line, and since then the Funeral Cult has never been able to enter Candin.

"Your Excellency the Archbishop",

"Your Excellency the Archbishop",

"Long live Mistress Roger",

About an hour later, there was another round of cheering at the gates, and the guards and citizens near the gates shouted the names of Roger and Huesman, knowing that Roger had once again repelled the Funeral Cult's attack.

No matter how much danger is encountered, no matter how strong the enemy is. He can be able to win. He was so smart from the moment I saw him. So stubborn, but as time goes by, he gets better and better, but on the other hand, he seems to have been so stagnant.

Brocky looked at the white wall, not long ago she and Roger belonged to the same fishbelly white team, in just a few days he has become the youngest archbishop ever, and he is still the same Brockwhite as before, although he still treats himself the same as before, but he always feels that the distance from him is getting farther and farther away

Outside the city gates, Roger and Husman rode side by side. Both of them had a glow of excitement on their faces, and just now Duras and Prince Vlad of the Thorn Xing had been thwarted in both attacks, which was also the fastest retreat they had since the deployment of the defense.

Everyone in the Funeral Cult is very strong, but the number is hard, whether it is the undead, the Prince of Thorn Xing or the mad dog Duras can not be compared with thousands of guards, and they are very afraid of water, although in essence they can't do much damage to them, but it has a certain restraint effect and can improve their own courage and morale, now every city gate is prepared with a lot of water, Roger also invented a splashing tool. The principle is the same as that of trebuchets.

"My lord, to be honest, I didn't expect to be able to prevent the Funeral Sect. Until the adults made a splashing machine, your lord, you are the person I admire most in my life, Husman",

He remembered that Nikolai and Duras had become ugly when the water was sprinkled with a lot of water just now, and he felt a secret in his heart, it was not the first time he had fought with the Funeral Cult, but it was the first time he had seen those guys who didn't know what death was like that.

It can be said that Roger's splashing machine was a turning point in this defensive war, and Huesman's contempt for Roger has also changed from his initial contempt to his admiration to his current admiration.

Although Roger was tired, he still smiled: "All people, all professions have weaknesses, the more people who pretend to be ghosts, the more obvious the weakness is, the funeral cult has always practiced fire sacrifices, and they refuse to show up easily because they are easy to expose, otherwise they don't need to cooperate with Duras at all",

"However, the strength of the Funeral Sect should not be underestimated, now we only know Vlad, Nicholas and Duras, even they are relying on the water splasher, the terrain, the city walls and the number of guards to defend it, now they are in the dark and we are in the light, we can't relax",

Huesman patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, my lord, I have arranged the patrol time of the guards to ensure that not even a single mosquito can fly in",

Roger nodded: "Thank you, Huesman",

"This is the responsibility of subordinates, not hard work",

"Well, we must also arrange shifts during the day to put an end to all Kencan",

"Don't worry, my subordinates will arrange it immediately",

Roger gave a few more orders before riding away, he knew that there would be no danger in Candin City these days, the fire sacrifices of the funeral sect were all at night, and their activities were also at night, and they had never appeared during the day, Roger faintly felt something, but in case of daytime, he still needed to be armed.

When he returned to the mansion, he saw that the Chamber of Commerce had re-sent a tax bill on the table, and the Chamber of Commerce sent someone to sincerely explain to him that the previous tax bill was accidentally made by the finances, Roger didn't say much, he knew the position of the Chamber of Commerce.

After a short rest, he went out again, and Grandet invited him to have tea at the old Duras mansion.

Although the archbishop was two ranks higher than the First Class Church, Grandet had a special status and Roger respected him.

After Saffield's departure, Grandet remained in the mansion - now guarded by Roger's order to be attached to the curfew, and Duras hurried away, where many secrets were hidden, the whereabouts of the prisoners, the requirements and details of the fire sacrifice, the secrets of the funeral

Roger originally thought that the Funeral Cult would find a way to destroy this place, but for some reason they haven't moved.

Roger walked into the passageway, and was courteously guided by a guard who had made a name for himself in Candin after several repulsions of the Burial Church, and the people of Candin regarded him as a savior, and these guards were no exception.

"Grande, see you for a long time",

The place where they met was the original study of Duras, Grandet was making tea, he rubbed the tea leaves and put them in warm water a little bit, and when he saw Roger, he smiled and said: "Lord Bishop, let's take a sip of tea first to suppress the shock".

"Is there any bad news for me?", Roger smiled and sat down to take a sip of tea, the fragrance of which in his throat couldn't help but lift his spirits.

Grandet took out a letter from his sleeve, and Roger saw a red seal in the lower left corner of the letter, which was the seal of the Prophet.

He took the letter, opened it and looked at it, it was just an ordinary condolence at first, but the more he looked down, the more wrong it became, and when he finished reading it, Roger did not show a look of anger or despair, but looked at Grandet and said a big rebellious word.

"Grande, did you say that the Prophet's brain is burning?"

The letter told him to lead the guards to exterminate the Funeral Cult, and Roger never dreamed that the Prophet would give him such an order. (To be continued......)